MTL - Exclusive Property: Mr. Mu’s Favorite-Chapter 83 WTF

When I came to the gate, he looked at the left and right. Finally, I chose the trash can on the left. I put my hands on the gloves, removed the lid, and frowned, and put the garbage bag inside, turning the head to one side. He reached into his hand and touched it a few times without touching the phone.

"I'm sick!"

Annoyingly complaining, he turned around and poured out all the garbage in the garbage bag.

In the garbage bag, there are mud and some grass blades. He frowned and used his arms to cover his nose. He used the broom to remove the **** on the surface...

Seeing the cell phone lying quietly in the grass, the man’s face showed a touch of joy.

Fortunately, cleaning has not yet received garbage, or her mobile phone is really finished.

Stretched over the palm of your hand and grabbed the phone, and smashed the dirt and blades of grass above it. Xicheng held the phone and stood up.

"The phone is found for you, the computer will pay you, see if you will say that I am a thief! I don't know the thick and dead girl, I don't want to play music? Don't listen to my song, don't listen, I also Don't care less than one!"

In his mouth, he had already taken the phone back to the living room and wiped it with paper towels and disinfectant wipes for more than twenty times before putting the phone on the table.

The phone rang, and he came over and reached for the handset, only to notice that he was still wearing gloves, busy picking up the gloves and taking the phone.

"Hey?"

On the phone, it was the voice of his prime mixer, Amy.

"Mr. Xicheng, I am Amy, is the recorded sample there?"

"I have to try the effect again. If there is no problem, I will let the assistant give you the final mix later."

"Okay, then I will wait for your call."

"it is good."

Hang the phone back to the handset, and the West City turned to look at the phone on the coffee table and took the number of the call assistant.

"You help me check the phone number of a person."

"Okay, let's talk, who is it?"

"A City Satellite TV..."

Referring to Ning Xiaofei, he stopped again.

What is the name of the girl?

Yesterday she gave him his business card, but he was lost. Now he doesn’t know what the other person’s name is.

"It's **** it!" Xicheng frowned and carefully recalled the scene of last night. "In short, it is a very young girl. I am about twenty years old. What is the column, I don't know. In short, you can help me check it out as soon as possible. Go to her phone."

The assistant’s tone is a bit embarrassing. “This... not so good to find, what is your job with her?”

"I asked you to check the phone, didn't ask you so much! Right, buy another best notebook and bring it back, girls!"

After that, he reached out and hang up the phone. He didn't want his assistant to know that he went to the trash can to find the phone.

Leaning on the phone on the coffee table, Xicheng turned to the floor.

The mixing room is still waiting for his sample mix, because this girl is wasting a lot of time, he has to hurry up.

Going back upstairs, he looked around and didn't find the U disk on the piano.

strange?

U disk too!

Looking through the messy music score, he was busy bending down to find, noticed the black U disk in the corner of the bench, immediately picked it up, went to the computer, plugged the U disk into the computer, double click to open.

Seeing the files in the U disk, Xicheng immediately stopped - "Program Planning", "Personal Information (Xicheng)", "Personal Data (阎王)"...

Xicheng frowned at the fog, "What about this stuff?"