MTL - Exclusive Property: Mr. Mu’s Favorite-Chapter 48 Provoke

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"Listen carefully. Within five minutes, go upstairs and put on your clothes to pack things down. Otherwise, I will throw you back to the season!"

When he finished, he took her to the sofa and the man rushed into the bathroom of the living room and fell heavily on the door.

Ning Xiaofei raised his hand and grabbed his hair, still did not understand, did not think much, tried to run to the stairs.

When she returned to the master bedroom and quickly found a set of clothes to replace, she immediately noticed that her blouse was already wet.

Wouldn't it be that my aunt is really coming?

She pulled the blouse in a panic and didn't see the blood.

Is it...

The scene just reappeared immediately. She just responded to him not only, but also wanted to...

Ning Xiaofei instantly blushes like a burn, is busy throwing clothes into the trash can, quickly put on clean clothes, and rushing into the study room, no time to pay attention to a table of books, grab the plan on the printer and the computer on the table She hurried down the stairs.

In the living room, Mu Tianye was not seen, but the sound of the car was heard outside the door.

Ning Xiaofei looked at the side and saw a black sports car parked outside the floor-to-ceiling window. Mutianye was impatiently pressing the horn.

She was busy carrying a backpack and rushed to the door. She opened the door and wanted to change her shoes. She also refused to wear it. She rushed out of the door to sit in the passenger seat.

Sitting in a chair, not seeing a man driving, she sneaked over her face and saw Mu Tianye staring at her.

"I... I am fine."

She cautiously opened her mouth.

The man leaned over and pulled a seat belt over her side, slammed the seat belt into the card slot and held her with a bag.

Safety is a bit tight, Ning Xiaofei stretches his body but does not dare to move.

Although I still haven't figured out why he is angry, he can see that the man is in the air and can't help.

嗡——

With the roar of the car motor, the sports car rushed to the villa outside the wild horse.

Ning Xiaofei did not dare to ask him where to go. She was not afraid that he really had to throw her to Jijia, and Jijia’s attitude towards her, she had long been used to it.

Just afraid that if it is true, the aunt and her aunt will promise her things to fail.

At that time, after the mother died, Mr. Feng Shui, who was invited by her aunt and her aunt, had been blowing in the ear of her grandfather, saying that such a daughter could not enter the grave of the family, otherwise it would break the feng shui of Jijia.

At that time, Ning Xiaofei's small people were thin, and of course they couldn't turn them. They could only bury their mothers in a public cemetery.

Recently, the graveyard was to be developed to move the grave. She raised the graves to her and her aunt several times.

This time, Yan and Aunt asked her to marry Mu Tianye. She did not refuse. She only proposed a condition that the mother could merge into the ancestral grave of Jijia.

The mother rushed for her, Ning Xiaofei just wanted to give the poor woman a safe place to rest.

Mr. Feng Shui has been optimistic about the day, and will move to the grave in a few days. At this festival, she must not fall out with Mu Tianye.

Already in April, the spring has already produced a sloppy posture, but the night is still cool as water.

The wind came from the open window, and passed her wet hair. Ning Xiaofei only felt the whole body chill, and the nose was sour, and the person could not control the sneeze.

The man driving the car looked at her sideways and reached down and pressed the button on the electric window. The window rose and blocked the cold wind.

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The son is like snow: the noun explains the time, Mu Ye, trouble to explain what it means to "blood fight."

Mu Tianye's activity on the finger: I don't understand the **** battle. "I am full of peach blossoms." I would like to give the reader a demonstration.

The son is like snow: cough, given that someone is still in a state of dissatisfaction, the terminology will be explained another day.