The Wife Is Like Fire: the President of Hidden Marriage Is Sultry!

"Okay."

Mu Wanqing picked up the watermelon juice on the small round table next to him and sucked it carelessly.

Anyway, the days are too boring...

Sister Huihui scum may add a bit of joy in life.

"Then at 12 o'clock tomorrow, next to the fountain in the central square, I will wait for you."

Mu Xue's heart was full of joy, and she couldn't hide the meaning of success.

After the two had settled on the time and place to meet, Mu Wanqing hung up the phone and casually threw the phone aside.

She wanted to see what she was going to be a demon.

...

At the appointed time, Mu Wanqing was still enjoying lunch slowly.

Even if the long needle and the short needle were pointing to twelve at the same time, she was still indifferent and rushed to the meeting in no rush.

If she insists on seeing her, just wait.

Anyway... Bai Lianhua is very good at forbearing bad temper.

Sister scum can't do anything to her.

"Housekeeper Pan, I'm going out! If you don't come back before dark, remember to tell Ye Yuchen for me, I must have been kidnapped by Mu Xuexin."

Mu Wanqing solemnly patted Steward Pan on the shoulder.

Steward Pan: "...Okay."

However, if Mu Wanqing is kidnapped, it should be the gangster who suffers more.

Mu Wanqing touched the bus card in his pocket, and was about to go out, but was stopped by Steward Pan.

"Miss Mu, this is what the Emperor Young Master ordered."

Steward Pan handed her a car key.

Mu Wanqing lowered his eyes and swept, seeing the impressive Rolls-Royce logo, he hesitated.

"I don't know which little cutie parked a bicycle outside. Can you borrow it for me?"

Her eyes are very sincere, without any hypocrisy.

It's a bit unsuitable to see Sister Slag driving a luxury car. After all, she has to pretend that she is miserable.

Butler Pan twitched the corners of his lips slightly, "Miss Mu, is Rolls Royce not comparable to a bicycle?"

"No, no." Mu Wanqing waved his hand again and again, "It's just that bicycles are easier...skinny legs."

Well, she can't make up another reason.

After all, no one will be idle and all right, compare the top international luxury cars with ordinary broken bicycles.

Steward Pan: "..."

It really was a restless young lady.

Butler Pan put away the keys of the Rolls-Royce, turned around and asked the owner of the bicycle.

Soon, a young loli maid ran to Mu Wanqing out of breath, "Miss Mu, the bicycle belongs to me, you can use it as you please."

She passed the key to lock the bicycle.

"Thank you." Mu Wanqing rubbed her hair.

She put the key ring on her finger, walked briskly and left the rose garden.

Riding a small broken bicycle, she came to the fountain pool in the central square and rushed.

"Ah, sister, be careful!"

Mu Wanqing pretended not to be steady, and swayed into Mu Xuexin and ran into it.

She suddenly braked.

The bicycle stopped by Mu Xuexin's side and twisted her snow-white skirt into the chain.

"Qingqin, why are you doing this!"

Mu Xuexin frowned tightly, her face looked terrible, she was obviously angry.

But because I have to continue to pretend, I can't reveal the attributes too early, so I just sighed, "Forget it, you were not careful."

She bent down and took out the skirt, but the white snow gauze skirt was already covered with black stains.

Mu Wanqing nodded, "Thank you sister for understanding."

She is indeed not accidental, because she is deliberate, and super deliberate, can no longer deliberate.