Chapter 1707

"Well, since you dislike me so much, I'll go." Murphy said, hands on the table a pat, directly stood up.

"You sit down for me." When Qian Yikun saw that she was going to leave, he couldn't help but order.

"Hypocrite, who do you command? You have the ability to arrest me and command me. " Is not temper bigger than his, slap directly on the table, the sound is very loud.

People outside listen to the news inside, and suddenly feel that their boss really found a social elder sister.

Qian Yikun closed the folder and looked at it coolly. Does this woman still feel sorry for others? Not at all, right?

Qian Yikun squinted at Murphy, "sooner or later I will kill you." After threatening, Qian Yikun turns around and leaves. When he comes to the door, he suddenly looks back at Murphy. "What did you just say? He is the valet of Ye Cong's father?"

Didn't you turn a white eye, and now you have sat down again, "the arc of reflection is so long, how can you be a policeman and not be killed?"

Qian Yikun has come back, put down the document, put his hands on the table, and then asked: "do you know his background?"

Don't you lean on the back of the chair, the angel's face with a demon look, "please me."

"Could it be?" Qian Yikun issued a warning.

Looking at his angry look, she was happy. She tapped her fingers on the table. "You saved my life. This man has something to do with Ye Cong, that bitch. I'll tell you. When I went to kill tiger before, I heard that there was a slipper around him. If he was also smuggling arms, it might be this man."

Tigger, ye Cong's father, is a famous diamond dealer and arms dealer in South Africa.

Unfortunately, in the most glorious time of his life, he was handed over to Murphy.

"This Tigger is very strange. You know all the assets under his name are not left to Ye Cong, so ye Cong is after me for Tigger's revenge." Murphy said, his hands bored to find something to eat, but snacks will never exist in Qian Yikun's office.

"Is Ye Cong not Tigger's only son?"

Could it be that he raised his eyes and stretched out his jade hand, "when the human relationship is used up, one hundred thousand pieces of news, do you want to buy it or not?"

"Don't you --" Qian Yikun took his wallet out of his pocket and patted it on her hand.

The wife is in charge of money. That's right.

Could it be that Qian Yikun is a small business of Qianfeng group, and the money will not be less.

"For your sake, ye Cong is Tigger's only son, but ye Cong and his father are always at odds. It's rumor in the world --"

"Tigger had a mistress, and she gave him a baby?"

"Tigger is a fag." Don't say that I didn't sell you the real material. There are few people who know about it, and you can't find it

Qian Yikun stands up straight and looks at Murphy's smiling purse. Maybe she doesn't love money, but she likes the process of getting money.

After all, is it possible that she is not short of money? Her business is worth more than 100 million yuan. She has been on the market for so many years, and her value is almost equal to that of Qian Yikun, but Qian Yikun mainly depends on her family.

"Ah, hypocrite, do you understand, FAG?" Could it be that Qian Yikun is still in a daze, and he just knocks on the table.