Chapter 1882

It seems that for him, it's not signing a transfer contract for the loss of wealth, but a piece of waste paper.

Murong Mian signed his name and picked it up for Mrs. Jones to see.

That name is "Murong mian". His quick and thoughtless behavior makes Mrs. Jones more and more confused. She can't understand the way of Murong Mian.

From the normal logic, Murong Mian is absolutely impossible to sign his name so happily, especially before he was so cold, even if she threatened with Mrs. Murong's life, he was indifferent.

But now, for the sake of a can of ashes, Mrs. Jones was more and more suspicious.

She was a multi-minded person, and now she is more confused.

But she couldn't find fault.

That transfer book is her own preparation, can't make a mistake, Murong Mian really don't care about money?

Or is he planning something else?

For a moment, she didn't dare to take the share transfer. She looked at Murong Mian's back. It was empty and there was no one.

The long and narrow staircase leading to the ground was very quiet. There was no sound. If someone came in at this time, she would hear it soon below.

Murong Mian picked his eyebrows and hooked his lips: "why don't you want it?"

"Murongmian, you'd better not play tricks." Mrs. Jones's hand held the jar of ashes tightly, and her heart leaped violently. She always felt as if something particularly bad was going to happen.

She knew that the person in front of her was not Murong Mian, and she had tasted his power, so she was more upset.

Murong Mian gave a cold smile: "since you don't want it, it's OK."

With that, he was about to tear up the equity transfer certificate he had just signed

"Do you really have no hands?" Mrs. Jones always tried to read some useful information from Murong Mian's face, but she failed every time.

Murong Mian sneered: "you gave me the share transfer certificate. What do you say I do?"

Murong was full of doubts: "do you really want to?"

"Of course I don't want to. Didn't you threaten me? Do you want any more? Can you stop talking so much nonsense? " Murong Mian feels that time is almost up. He still wants to wait for Ji Mianmian to go back before she wakes up. He doesn't want to let her worry.

Mrs. Jones: OK, you throw it

Murong Mian did not move: "you give me the urn first."

He uses other people's faces, their names and their hearts. Now, at least he has to keep his ashes. It's not because of Mrs. Murong, but just because he has to return the favor.

Murong Mian said, "you can choose not to."

Mrs. Jones did not dare to put it down rashly. She said, "OK, I'll put the ashes box in the glass box. You can put the equity transfer certificate in the sofa."

Murong Mian nodded: "yes."

Two people move together, one goes to my glass box, the other goes to the sofa. After putting it down, they turn and go back.

Murong Mian got the urn and was relieved that he didn't have to worry any more when he got it.

He looked at Mrs. Murong lying in the glass box. His eyes were cold and calm. They were very close at first. Mrs. Murong looked at him with tears in her eyes. She hoped that he would take the urn and go quickly.

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