Chapter 87

At this moment, Zhao Fulin finally realized what is the evil capitalist! It's a very simple thing, and it can be related to the commercial value.

Finally, Zhao tried to reason with the other side: "Mu Tingfeng can't be too much. In order to help you catch the thief, my hands are still injured!"

Mu Tingfeng heard Zhao Fulin mention the injury on her hand, his eyes quickly crossed a touch of gloom, but his tone was as calm as before: "you also broke our plan."

The implication is that we don't need your meddling at all. Even without you, we can still catch the thief.

Not only can we catch the thief, but we can also find out the behind the scenes of the thief. On the contrary, it's because of your interference that disrupts our whole plan. It's all right if we don't investigate your fault. Are you willing to take credit?

Zhao Yulin naturally heard the deep meaning of Mu Tingfeng's words. In an instant, her mood was the same as ten thousand grass mud horses galloping from the top of their heads and galloping again. It was like a dog in the sun.

Secretly in the bottom of my heart to make up my mind, next time I want to meddle in business, I will cut my hand! Zhao Fulin's patience was exhausted in this second. He broke the jar and said, "how on earth are you willing to return my things to me?"

Mu Tingfeng's long and narrow Phoenix eyes slightly raised and said, "in fact, it's useless for you to put that thing on my side. It's no different from waste paper."

"So?" Zhao Fulin, with a gloomy face, threw back Mu Tingfeng's words not long ago.

"So, it's not impossible to give it back to you, but I have a condition."

When Zhao Fulin heard that the other party still had conditions, her face sank again: "what conditions?"

"You take it."

"Ha?"

"If you want, just come and get it by yourself. At eight o'clock tomorrow morning, the old place is Xiangyang coffee shop. You can't wait for time."

Mu Tingfeng's low and magnetic voice came from the other end of the phone, but Zhao Fulin was completely stunned.

Without waiting for Zhao Fulin to come back and ask more questions, there was only a click in her ear, followed by a familiar busy sound.

“……”

Hang up! Hang up?! Mu Tingfeng even hung up her phone to! Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha.

Staring at the hands of the phone, Zhao Fulin's brain is only left with Mu Tingfeng hang up her phone this sentence, face green and white, white and green, and finally completely black.

No matter how crazy and black Zhao Fulin is, Mu Tingfeng hangs up the phone and says that the evil spirit of being hung up at the beginning is surprisingly happy.

The more the old housekeeper looked at the side, the more abnormal he felt. His old face was as bitter as an old bitter gourd.

What the young master said to Miss Zhao today can catch up with the sum of what the young master has said since he was born. It's wrong. It's really wrong! No, we have to call the master quickly and tell his wife and the master!

It seems that the line of inquiry that has been projected from all sides has been detected. Mu Ting Feng has quickly absorbed the smile of the eye, and has recovered ten inches in ice in the instant. He squinted his eyes and asked, "are you free?"

Watching the excitement, the rising crowd shivered with cold, straightened up in a hurry and dispersed as birds and beasts.

Even the most respected old housekeeper among these people could not bear the cold and quickly evacuated. Just in the heart of the master and wife of the small abacus play more loud.

Mu Tingfeng looked at a group of people all leave, the cold on the face is dissipated some, turned to look forward to the phone, fundus a little ripples.