Chapter 108

Generally speaking, mujiutian can guess who the man in front of him is.

"James." Calling each other's name, her voice with a bit of casual taste, drooping eyes, finishing without a wrinkle skirt: "this is your idea, or his."

Other people do not understand, James understand, immediately respond: "sweet wine miss, I said that my husband asked me to come."

"So, what does he mean?"

"Sir, he..."

"Forget it, I didn't hear you describe what he really thought." Mujiutian got up and changed his dress. It was very soft under the light, but he had to laugh or not to sneer: "I don't think he was absent from my 25th life. Now it's necessary to plug in again, which ruined my good mood of having a birthday. Can he afford it?"

Walking slowly to the pile of gifts, James didn't dare to stop, and so did the bodyguards.

The plain white hand picked up one of the presents at random, and looked at the waiter with slow eyes: "find a big garbage can."

The waiter was stunned. He didn't dare to say anything more to his cold eyes. He turned around and dragged the garbage cans in the two staircases as fast as he could.

The trash can is really big, at least the biggest one in the twilight.

The thin and beautiful red lips pull the cool and thin radian, and the sneer from the bottom of eyes is thick. Mujiutian slowly throws one gift after another into the garbage can in front of the public. The exquisite packaging is stained with the stains that can't be removed from the can, and instantly looks dirty in the light.

James seems to want to say something, thin lips moved, but in the end did not say anything.

After finishing this, mujiutian randomly took a piece of paper from one side and gracefully wiped her fingers. The color of disgust flowed. She looked up at him. The color of her eyes was undisguised and sneered: "please take these two buckets of garbage back with Secretary James. By the way, I'll bring a word to him."

The audience was quiet, only listening to her voice extremely quiet, chuckling: "if he really wants to give me a gift, then give me his death."

I'm afraid only death can erase his hatred in her heart.

A good birthday party was ruined.

James has been with Bartley for so many years. Naturally, he knows his sweet temper and doesn't dare to say anything more for fear of arousing her greater rebound. But he doesn't say that he will take away the gift from the trash can.

Just a respectful bow: "Happy Birthday to miss sweet."

With that, he took his bodyguard and quietly walked out of the box. If it wasn't for the two buckets of garbage, it would be like he had never lived in the future.

The noisy occasion became particularly quiet, and everyone's breathing slowed down. Mujiu sweetheart had her own business. It took a long time to find out the situation in the box. Glancing at it, she could hardly see her make-up, smiling heartlessly and delicately: "what do you do so quietly? Keep playing. "

The crowd looked at each other, and it was lively again.

Mujiutian lifted her long hair, and her body returned to the sofa, but the smile on her small face slowly disappeared, and her eyes soon overflowed with a thin layer of evil.

Sheng huainuan glanced at her eyes, handed the microphone to someone else, brought a glass of wine and whispered: "who was that man just now?"

"The boring people who came together."

"So the gifts..."

"Do you like it?" Mujiutian picked up her eyebrows, took the glass she brought to her and sipped it twice: "the things he sent should be valuable. You can take them apart and take them if you like."

Anyway, for her, it's a pile of garbage.

It's useless.

Gu Shaoqing sent Su Enron home and then returned to the green house. It was more than 8 p.

Glancing at the situation in the villa, Gu Shaoqing didn't show any obvious emotional change: "is your wife going to have a party?"

"Well." Aunt Yu Ying, looking at his face: "tonight is my wife's birthday. She was going to have a birthday party at home, but I don't know why it was cancelled."

Gu Shaoqing changed her shoes and raised her eyes: "she was going to have a birthday party?"

Suddenly think of the office of the small face, thin lips slightly pursed: "wife said where to change it?"

"It's like... Twilight."

Gu Shaoqing followed the guide of the waiter to the door of the box set in the name of Sheng huainuan. When the door was opened, she heard Sheng huainuan's loud and slightly surprised voice: "sweet wine, he gave you a villa area."Through the narrow crack of the door, he stood in the shadow of the door. For a moment, almost no one found him.

Mujiutian holding the glass, shaking at will, the breath of cool smile: "you take it, or live on your own, or give it away, should not be considered disgraceful."

"But..."

Sheng huainuan opens the house property certificate and looks at the address above. For a moment, he doesn't know how to say it.

Xiumei, who is particularly delicate, is frowning. She quickly walks back to mujiutian. She directly spreads the house property certificate in front of her: "see for yourself."

"It's not a good thing."

"See for yourself."

Her face with a bit serious, Mu wine sweet had to put down the glass, lips with a smile radian, slowly take over.

But the next second, the body suddenly stiff.

This address

The brain is ignorant of fierce, Mu wine sweet for a long time to find his voice, a bit confused, subconsciously turned his eyes: "warm."

"Well." People around her should hold her hand: "wine sweet, although I don't know who the man who gave you the gift is, but this kind of thought, really under not small."

He pointed to the pile of opened gift boxes in the corner of the wall: "those boxes, from one mark to twenty-five, obviously compensate you for every birthday gift he didn't accompany you. From a one-year-old pacifier to an eighteen year old villa, to five percent of the shares of a twenty-five year old multinational group, his thoughts on you are not simple."

"Pause:" if he is not doing something unforgivable, I advise you to give him a chance to explain

For a time, mujiutian didn't know what to say.

Fingertips holding real estate certificate can't help but have more strength.

The door was pushed open and closed again. The waiter behind him watched him take out a box of cigarettes from his pocket. He couldn't help asking, "Gu Shao, don't you go in?"

"I'm not going in."

The blue fireworks lit, Gu Shaoqing a pair of deep eyebrows can't help but dark down, gathered full of irritability, waved: "you don't have to follow."

"Yes, Gu Shao."

Step slowly stomp to the corridor window, facial features hidden in the shadow, can only see the blue and white smoke curl, Gu Shaoqing a phone call out: "help me investigate a matter."

"What's the matter?"

Qi Ruifeng looked at the man who was reporting, and waved his hand to let him go out first. His eyes were indifferent: "say it."

"An overseas businessman gave my prospective Mrs. Gu a villa area. Please help me find out where it is."

"Villas?"

Gu Shaoqing didn't disturb Qi Ruifeng's thinking while smoking. He slowly laughed: "does Mu Jiutian look very shaking?"

"Well." The finger flicked the ash, there was indescribable decadence in the mist, thinking about her appearance just now, sneering: "I can't even speak."

"Oh, I know."

Qi Ruifeng's voice is not high or low, and the story slowly narrated can be regarded as interesting, but Gu Shaoqing slowly narrowed his eyes, deep and dark, holding a cigarette between his fingers: "so my wife to be Gu is going to accept his big gift?"

"I'm afraid so."

"Good." The man's voice was filled with inhumane alienation and sarcasm. Half of the cigarettes he smoked were ruthlessly pressed out on the windowsill: "what he sent should be the signed transfer contract and house property certificate, but the transfer procedures have not been completed, you understand."

"Are you going to trip?" Qi Ruifeng picks eyebrows at the other end of the phone and opens a document again: "it's not like you I know."

"So what, it makes me want to retreat?"

Gu Shaoqing hung up the phone at will and looked up at the box again. The thin lips were full of frivolous traces, and his voice was low: "in this way, my wife to be Gu is more interesting than I thought."

There are no 300 million people in that villa area.

It seems that this Wayne Bartley is really good at Mujiu.

I don't know if I have surpassed his wife.

Half a cigarette, nicotine in the air is so shallow that it can hardly be smelled, but when mujiutian comes out of the box, it can still be smelled.

Some of them wrinkled their noses, but they didn't care much because they were all in this villa area. They looked at the phone that had no notes on it, and after a while, they finally pressed it.James received quickly, even with a bit of surprise: "Miss Jiutian, what can I do for you?"

Poor Chinese made her a little uncomfortable, and she pursed her lips: "as long as I talk to you, you'd better use French."

Naturally, James would like to switch back and ask again.

"Do you know what's in this gift?"

"Sorry, Miss sweet, I don't know." James made a sign to the driver in front of him to drive slowly. He pressed the window and the evening breeze came in slowly: "the gifts were all prepared by my husband."

"Is it?" She chuckled, but did not say whether she believed it or not. Her delicate and gentle facial features were plated with a light cool thin layer, and her red lips curved: "then I don't have to talk to you."

She chuckled. "I want to talk to Bartley. Can you tell me his number?" It seemed that he remembered Bartley's situation and family background and added: "of course, he can call me."

James is not sure whether Bartley is in the company or at home at this time.

Hesitated: "how about I ask my husband to call you?"

"Of course."

James hung up mojiutian's phone and immediately dialed Bartley's. outside the window where he lowered his eyes, a man who had just come out of the twilight passed by.

Among the 25 gifts sent here today, mujiutian can no longer take a second look at the 5% shares or the land in the overseas downtown.

However, only in the hands of this can not.

Bartlett is a financier who can play with the stock market, and he makes such a thorough analysis of people's minds.

If she wanted to keep the present, she would have to accept the other twenty-four gifts. He did it on purpose.

Plain white fingertips on the windowsill point, inadvertently met something.

Drooping eyes down, a half smoked cigarette butt was thrown aside, the brand looks familiar.

Yellow Crane Tower 1916.

I don't know who said it. It's a brand he never changed.