Escape to Farmland: A vicious stepmother dressed as a villain

Chapter 367 Let this son sell or sell?

The old butler was sweating profusely, why is his young master so stupid?Want to poach?

It's really... everything in the dream.

Qi Yuanwei still doesn't know that his old housekeeper has broken his heart for him, and all of them are missing. In the near future, he will almost be beaten into a second-class disability by his father.

Mo Qingcheng walked to the door and glanced back: "Lord Qi, don't be too polite!"

"Pfft!" Qi Yuanwei almost smashed his feet with a mouthful of old blood, what is Mrs. Ruyi amazing?

The corner of Mo Qingcheng's mouth hooked into a smile: "Mrs. Ben—seems to be..." She has a higher official position than Lord Qi, although she has no real power...

Qi Yuanwei closed his eyes, and followed in with his hands, not knowing that he thought Mrs. Ruyi was the mistress of the county government.

The old butler Qi almost broke his leg, and he did it himself, driving away all the maids and servants, including Qi Yuanwei's personal guard.

All the servants looked at each other in blank dismay, old housekeeper, which song are you singing?
The old butler curled his lips in distaste: "Little monkey, hurry up! How far you can go, I don't know how far you can go, young master... Cough cough..." The secret must not be revealed...

Everyone hated their teeth itching, but there was nothing they could do.

Mo Qingcheng explained the purpose of coming, and directly handed over the settlement policy terms written in advance to Qi Yuanwei.

Qi Yuanwei took it over, and the lines of elegant handwriting were impressively reflected in his eyes, which was refreshing and refreshing.Fine products, like regular script but not regular script.

Mo Qingcheng sipped tea and snacks leisurely, without saying a word.The old housekeeper's gaze stayed on Shangguan Yichen's face for a moment, and he quickly turned his eyes away.

Young Master Shangguan's eyes are poisonous, he dare not look directly... woo woo... Is it easy for the housekeeper to eat for a living?

Shangguan Yichen's cold eyes swept over old butler Qi's face, and he looked directly at Qi Yuanwei.

Qi Yuanwei lowered his eyes, continued to read the terms written by Mo Qingcheng, and could not help but gasp, Miss Mo is mighty.

"Master Qi, how are you?" Mo Qingcheng and Qi Yuanwei asked after putting the materials on the table.

"allow!"

"Thank you sir!"

"What's good about this county?"

"puff!"

"Cough cough..."

Mo Qingcheng choked on the tea, his face turned red, and the old housekeeper had a mouthful of old blood stuck in his throat, and almost went to see Hades.

"As you wish..." Mo Qingcheng looked at Qi Yuanwei with a half-smile.

"Happy cooperation!" Qi Yuanwei calmly stood up to stamp.

Shangguan Yichen narrowed his eyes, feeling contemptuous in his heart, thinking he was a noble person, but he thought too much...

Mo Qingcheng drank tea and ate cakes leisurely: "Old butler, your cakes are delicious, even better than the new ones from Zuixianlou."

"That's right, Mrs. Ruyi doesn't know something. My young master is cold-hearted and kind-hearted. The cook who made the pastry passed away. My father-in-law took care of this child. I felt sorry for him, so the young master bought it..."

The old butler was chattering, the parents were short-tempered, and Barabara was talking non-stop. When Qi Yuanwei came back, the little hobby that he had hidden for many years was shaken up by the old butler.

Mo Qingcheng chuckled, rubbed his nose embarrassingly, and thanked: "Master Qi, do you have sales outlets in the capital?"

"Oh, Ma'am, you are right. Our Qi family is in the capital..." The old housekeeper learned to answer quickly, and Balabala wanted to shake off the family fortune again, but Qi Yuanwei gave him a cold glance.

The old housekeeper bowed his head, he surpassed himself, let the young master blow it.

Qi Yuanwei nodded: "En."

"Then how about we sign a contract? Three to seven." Mo Qingcheng rolled his eyes: "I seven you three."

"What?"

"Secret!"

"..." Qi Yuanwei asked lonely.

"Come, come, Lord Qi, sign, draw and pledge..." Mo Qingcheng smiled and took out a contract, handed it to Qi Yuanwei, and handed over the pen along the way.

Qi Yuanwei: "..."

Is this asking me to sell it or sell it?

(End of this chapter)