Exclusive Property: Mr. Mu’s Favorite

Mu mother was carefully picking the gloves. His hard, half-off gloves were pulled from the right hand, and some of the stuck blisters were pulled open. The opened gloves were full of blood.

Qin Zhaoyang’s palm trembled and stretched over the palm of his hand to grab the right wrist of Mu’s mother who wanted to hide behind him. He swept the wounds that made people feel sad. The man’s thick eyebrows wrinkled and pulled her to the door.

Mum’s mother resisted twice and did not break free. She was already pulled out of the master bedroom by a man.

"Where are you taking me?"

Qin Zhaoyang didn't say anything, just pulled her to the door, her hand was too hurried, her knees accidentally hit the corner of the coffee table, and the coffee table made a muffled sound.

Lin Zifan, who heard the movement outside the door, rushed in with fear.

"lady!"

Waiting for him to see what is going on, Qin Zhaoyang has already screamed out.

"Let the driver wait at the door!"

When Lin Zifan touched his mobile phone and called, he had already dragged Mu’s mother out of the room.

For a moment, the three people went downstairs through the lobby. The driver had already driven the car out of the door. When Lin Zifan couldn’t keep up, Qin Zhaoyang had already opened the door and stuffed Mu’s mother into it. Then he sat in the back seat and closed the door. At the same time, give the driver two words.

"hospital!"

The car drove off the lobby, Mu mother looked at him sideways, the retracted arm wanted to take back his fingers, the man's big hand clutched her wrist like a steel pliers, as if she had to loosen her fingers, she would disappear.

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The time is already eight o'clock in the evening. In the top conference room of the Mu's Building, several planning teams are still discussing intensely.

The main content of this planning meeting is to discuss how to develop and use the land that Mu Tianye had taken huge sums of money.

After all, investing more than two billion yuan, even for Muhammad is not a small number, not to mention the fact that Goldman Sachs is preparing to invade the real estate market in the city of A, this project is particularly important, Mu Tianye deliberately arranged three jobs. Group to do this planning.

The three parties struggled to face the red ear, but Mu Tianye just sat quietly in the chair and said nothing.

Raise your palm to indicate that you are temporarily quiet, and the director of the planning department presses the stomach that is already hungry and painful.

"Mu Zong, what kind of case do you prefer?"

Mu Tianye’s fingers gently buckled the table. “Do not office, don’t shop, don’t want an apartment!”

Three don't, the three teams' planning is completely negated, and all the people at the table are blindfolded.

"That..." A project manager whispered, "Can't you always be a home?"

Such a expensive place, if used to do a residential project, the profits are almost insignificant.

After all, the real estate projects are just those, Mu Tianye instantly lost three ideas, it is really making everyone feel overwhelmed, so the project manager who has always been afraid of him on weekdays can not help but squander.

His voice is not high, but he still earns the ears of Mu Tianye, and the man's eyebrows wrinkle.

"You are asking me?"

The table was quiet for a moment, and everyone held their breath.

The project manager also realized that he had accidentally said the wrong words and was busy standing up. "Mu, I am sorry, I... I don't mean that."

Mu Tianye said nothing, the atmosphere in the conference room was instantly suppressed to the extreme.

嗡——

Whose phone suddenly vibrates.

Everyone quickly touched his pocket, for fear that his mobile phone would not be interested in the sigh of the prince.

In the main position, Mu Tianye sent his mobile phone to his ear, and the voice changed from cold and gentle to soft and soft.

"what happened?"

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Looking at the drama chapter these days, I am depressed? ~! ~

The plot chapter must always be written, or else the plot can only remain in place, the truth can only be buried underwater.

Grace, anxious, a ton of high-sweet dog food is already on the road and is expected to arrive tomorrow.

Happy weekend, little princesses good night~! ~