Ferocious Boss: Hubby, Let’s Get Married

It seemed to him that it was not at all a signing of a letter of transfer for the loss of wealth of a rich country, but a piece of waste paper.

Mu Rongmian signed his name and picked it up for Mrs. Jones.

That name was indeed ‘Murong Mian’. His fast, unconsidered behavior made Mr Jones more and more confused, and she did n’t understand the way of Murong Mian.

From the normal logic, Murong Mian is definitely not so happy to sign his own name, especially his coldness before, even if she threatens with Madam Murong's life, he is indifferent.

But now, but for a can of ashes, just so happy, more and more makes Mrs. Jones doubtful.

She was a heart-conscious person, and now she was even more confused.

But she couldn't fault it.

The transfer book was prepared by herself. It is impossible to make mistakes. Doesn't Mu Rongmian really care about money?

Or does he have other plans?

For a moment, she did not dare to pick up the equity transfer book. She looked behind Mu Rongmian, empty and without anyone.

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

Mu Rongmian raised her eyebrows and tickled her lips: "Why don't you want it?"

"Murong Mianmian, you'd better not play tricks." Mrs. Jones's hand tightly held the pot of ashes, her heart leaping very sharply, always feeling as if something particularly bad was going to happen.

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

Mu Rongmian smiled coldly: "Since you don't want it, forget it."

With that said, he was going to tear up the equity transfer letter he had just signed, and the Jones hurriedly shouted, "Wait ..."

"You really didn't do anything?" Mrs. Jones always tried to read some useful information from Murong Mian's face, but she failed every time.

Mu Rongmian sneered and said, "This equity transfer book was given to you by me. What do you tell me to do?"

Mrs. Murong was full of doubts: "Do you really want to?"

"Of course I don't want to. Isn't this what you threatened me? Do you want to, can you stop so much nonsense." Mu Rongmian felt that time was almost there, and he wanted to wait for Ji Mianmian to go back before he woke up. Make her worry.

Mrs. Jones: "Okay, you throw it over."

Mu Rongmian didn't move: "Give me the urn first."

He used his face, his name, and his heart. Now, at least, to keep his ashes, this is not because of Mrs. Murong, but simply because he has to pay back.

Mu Rongmian changed his path: "You can choose not to."

Mrs. Jones did not dare to let it go. She said, "Well, where do I put the ashes in the glass box, and you put the equity transfer book on the sofa?"

Mu Rongmian nodded: "Yes."

The two moved together, one went over my glass case, the other went to the sofa, and when they were lowered, they folded back and walked back.

Mu Rongmian took the urn and sighed with relief. He didn't have to worry about it anymore when he got this thing.

He glanced at Mrs. Murong lying in the glass box. His eyes were indifferent and calm. The two were close at first. Mrs. Murong had tears in her eyes and looked at him. She hoped that he could rush away with the ashes.