Sir, Please Conduct Yourself

After that, he patted his hands lightly and said, "Hey, this man is quite obedient. He doesn't even move."

Su Xiaoyu chuckled and said, "I gave him something to eat. If I didn't cooperate, I was looking for death. It seems that this man has a lot of insight. Sure enough, no matter what you do, no matter how good or bad you say, you are the closest to your own life, and you are reluctant to die. "

Su Dayong was put in an opaque bag. Wujue lost four kinds in an instant, and he became dazed. He could only let Xiao Jingye push him forward.

Although the ropes on his hands and feet have been untied, he can't speak. His nerves have been tight because of the pill that Su Xiaoyu forced to pour down just now. He doesn't know what to do.

Is it really poison, or another prank of this little girl?

In the past few decades, Su Dayong has never done any excessive mental work. Except when he calculates accounts, he can become the most refined accountant in the world in one second, and he is no different from a useless person in other times.

Killing people and stealing goods is not a college entrance examination. There is no need to go through any over careful calculation and measurement. People like him, who are used to licking blood on the tip of a knife, do this kind of thing just like a farmer hoeing the land. His body is completely controlled by the instinct of the body.

Now this kind of situation has been completely beyond the scope of his mind, he is just like a poor student who has no response to the harsh teachers and heavy tasks, and can only wait for the fate.

resign oneself to one's fate.

It never occurred to him that one day this would work on himself.

He could only feel that he was pushed and stumbling forward. From time to time, his feet would be deeper and shallower. He should be descending the stairs. There was no other sound except the small footsteps of people passing by.

A moment later, he felt a slap on his back, which forced him to bend up, get into a car, and then go with it.

Twenty minutes later, in the president's office in the Murray Building.

Mu Yun deeply coagulated the colorful "man" in front of him like a monkey in a circus. He gave Xiao Jingye a faint look, and then he confirmed again, "are you sure you didn't bind the wrong person?"

"Brother, what you said is the first God in the hall..." before Xiao Jingye could show off his famous name, he was pinched by Su Xiaoyu on his waist.

He vomited his tongue, and the front of the conversation changed, "by the way, have you made it clear to me, elder brother and younger sister-in-law?"

Mu Yunshen nodded slightly. His eyes were fixed on the "decoration" of the figure in front of him. "Just now, Xiaoxiao has already sent me a voice."

He still felt a little shaken.

He just left the front foot, but this happened in the back foot hospital, and it was intentional, just as Tang Xiao expected.

This is simply terrible. If Tang Xiao didn't think much at that time, if she and Su Xiaoyu thought it was just a simple accidental power failure, the consequences would be unimaginable.

A tall, middle-aged man with a syringe full of anesthesia, facing two young girls and a child who is not yet full-term, will do something crazy. Mu Yun can't think of it, but he can also vaguely guess.

Thinking of this, his eyes color a tight, toward a zhe make a wink.

Ah zhe took a look and went over to lock the office door. He turned around and pulled the plastic bag off, revealing a pale face with greasy light.

Mu Yunshen didn't talk nonsense to him. He asked directly, "who sent you?"