CEO's Kawaii Wife

Seeing that the community property management has opened the Anyi home with the key, mu zikun's eyes immediately glanced to the room. Will the girl come out of the house at this time? Mu zikun thinks so.

However, in that room, everything that is necessary for ordinary life has been removed, and there is not much left of furniture, let alone Anyi, a living person.

What's going on? Mu zikun felt that there were too many things happening today, and his brain couldn't accept it.

Before we had time to think about it carefully, the legs were out of control. We pushed some chubby objects out of our control. The fat property management and the guests who came to see the house were stunned by the situation.

Mu zikun shouts in the room, no matter what the reaction is.

"Anyi --" girl -- "are you there?" "why don't you come out as soon as possible?" "heartbreaking. In a trance, there was the illusion of crying blood. Even the property management and the people who look at the house feel this way, an inexplicable sadness lingers between them.

Yelling and shouting, the original upright waist pole actually slowly bent down, to the end, formed a squat posture, like a dog abandoned by his own master.

There was no one in the room. Only the echo answered mu zikun. Quietly, listening to the echo that seems like the next generation, a tear across the cheek.

But mu zikun still did not give up his heart and yelled at Anyi. He hoped that Anyi was just angry with him. Later, he would run out of the bedroom, the kitchen, or the bathroom because he was calling her. He hugged him tightly, complained to him and complained to him.

In this almost empty house, the echo is mixed with mu zikun's cry, more and more desolate and lonely. However, no one in the room called a thousand times, no one would answer. Just like the wrong QQ password, you can't log in a thousand times.

Uncle Wuguan finally recovered from such a sad and silent cry. He immediately stepped into the room and immediately drove people out of the room with a mouth, "Hey, hey, who am I talking about? You're insane. My client wants to come here to see the house. What do you want to shout here? Hurry up, get out and don't hinder the guests from looking at the house Tone with obvious dissatisfaction, the heart of this is where to run the madman ah.

However, the squatting man didn't seem to want to leave at all, and he heard the guests complain: "do you want to see the house? I can't see. We're going. "

A horizontal heart, relying on his generous body, reached out and pinched mu zikun's shoulder, trying to lift people up.

At this time, mu zikun slowly raised his head, with bloodshot eyes, and the angry look of upstream walking on the edge of the rampage, as if to eat people.

The hand that fat Wu Guan was about to exert his strength was scared out of strength by mu zikun. Summon up courage to look at his face, the soul son is scared half.

"Mu, mu, general manager mu How did you get here? I didn't expect you to come back here. I didn't mean to offend you. You have a large number of adults, and it's not easy to eat a small mixed meal. You see, I have old people and small ones here. You... "

Wu Guan's fleshy face was sweating, while flattering, stiff smile, funny enough.

However, mu zikun was not in the mood to punish him with a joke. Seeing that he had a gushing posture, he thought that he had to go to find Anyi. His voice became cold and angry, and his impatience interrupted the words of the property management department to continue.

"Enough!" As if he had exhausted his strength, a word was hoarse. However, the dignity still exists in his bones, and he is too timid to reply.

Then he walked out of the room without looking back.

The man who came to see the house wanted to say more, but when he heard the word "general manager Mu" and then looked at the beautiful appearance of the man in front of him, he could be regarded as knowing who the man was, so he shut up bitterly.

Seeing the famous general manager Mu rush into the room and yell, but he still refuses to go, he will leave as if his posture is natural and unrestrained. Suddenly, he feels a little unable to respond to the situation.

And that is very seriously thinking about the words of fat property management is to stay on the spot.

Mr. mu I don't think I'll care about it Fat Property Management uncertain thinking.

But this head, mu zikun from the former residential area of Anyi has been restless. The hand is just instinctively controlling the steering wheel.

Mu zikun is good at driving, so he is so confident and bold that he can think about things and drive at the same time. However, no matter how good the driving skills are, they can't resist being oppressed by things.

Confused, but cut constantly, the reason is also chaotic.

Things on the Internet make a lot of noise. If she goes out, she will be recognized

No wonder she asked for leave

There are her details on the Internet, so it is possible for her to change her mobile phone number. No wonder I can't get through to her phone, and it's no wonder that the girl is moving

But where did she move? Why didn't she tell me? Doesn't she want to tell me?

Thinking of these, mu zikun felt that there were many fine needles pricking in his heart.Also think of the previous Anyi with a cry cavity phone, the heart is twisted up general pain. The pain darkened my eyes.

Is in the trance, the ear suddenly came a big car drip sound.

After a quick recovery and hard control of the steering wheel, the truck almost hit the head-on, but it hit the lamp post on the side of the road because of the direction adjustment.

It was dark in my head. It was a sea of darkness. Consciousness is like a boat, lost in the dark sea

Mu zikun woke up from a headache.

He opened his eyes and looked around. The smell of disinfectant, the classic configuration of the hospital, filled his nose, and the vein of his left hand was still filled with needles for infusion.

Lift up the right hand that has not been poked needle, feel to the head tentatively, where to wrap a circle again and again, thick gauze.

No wonder my head hurt so much. I hit it. Mu zikun thought, with a bit of self mockery.

Oh, hit it?

How did you get hit? The memory in Mu zikun's brain is a bit fragmented and fuzzy.

He thought about what had happened before, and what had happened before his consciousness fell into darkness.

Oh, I remember - he was thinking about Anyi all the way. He didn't concentrate on driving. He had an accident.

"Why, are you awake?" The clear voice pulled mu zikun's soul back.

Mu zikun raised his eyes and saw a little girl with pink cheeks, dressed in a nurse's uniform, looking at his little girl.

Smiling at the little nurse, she said, "nurse, please help me adjust the bed so that I can lean against it. Thank you."