The host is changing the painting style every day

Chapter 31
After Xiao Wang turned around, he raised his eyebrows and said, "Are you still running?"

Xiao Wang swallowed and looked at Pei Mi's thin arms and legs.

Then I looked at the stone table that just blocked the door without leaning to one side or another, and felt a little unreal.

Mom!help!
Pei Mi raised his eyes, glanced lightly at Xiao Wang, and turned his wrist.

The red lips raised slightly, "For such a thin person, I guess he can have one in each hand."

If it were before, Xiao Wang would definitely say that Pei Mi had lost his mind and gone crazy.

But after seeing the other party lift the stone table and throw it over with his own eyes, Xiao Wang didn't think so.

Where did this alien come from? Why is it so... so... big.

Xiao Wang was shaking his legs with difficulty. If he had been faster just now, wouldn't it have hit him directly?

Thinking of this, Xiao Wang suddenly collapsed on the ground with weak legs.

Pei Mi raised his eyebrows and finally gave a summary of this one-sided massacre.

"waste."

When Yu Hua brought people over according to He Muzhen's order, he saw a mess everywhere.

Only the woman sitting on the chair and drinking was extra chic.

The others had either fainted, or shivered in a corner.

Seeing Yu Hua, Pei Mi stood up from the chair and threw the red wine bottle on the sofa.

"It's really slow."

If we had waited until they arrived, it would have been cold by now.

"Where is your second master?"

"In the parking lot."

Pei Mi nodded, and went out like a gentleman.

Yu Hua hurriedly asked the people behind to deal with these things here.

parking lot

The man in the Maybach had the window open and put one hand on the window.

A half-smoked cigarette is held between knuckle fingers.

After glancing at Pei Mi from the corner of the eye, he extinguished the cigarette.

Put the cigarette butts in the ashtray of the car.

Pei Mi opened the car door and squeezed in.

"I'm telling you, Second Master, you are too careless about your fiancée."

He Muzhen rolled up the car window, and his eyes fell on Pei Mi, with a hint of sarcasm.

"The fiancée who got married by herself?"

"The fiancée who can't sleep with you?"

"Or, can one person beat the fiancées of ten big men?"

He Muzhen didn't say a word, and the smile on Pei Mi's face decreased by one point.

Finally spit out three words, "Dead straight man."

"No wonder you've been single all your life."

He Muzhen moved away the hand that rolled up the car window, "Although what you said seems to make sense."

"But with all due respect, I don't lack the market."

"It's like Ms. Jiang is also a member of my market."

Pei Mi: Take a look.

The system did a good thing because it insisted on making itself He Muzhen's fiancée.

So much so that he is now a head shorter than He Muzhen.

"Your brokerage company, I will ask people to terminate the contract."

"Okay, thank you, Master Er."

Pei Mi responded obediently, she understands how to take advantage of people's hands and eat people's mouths.

Then he handed over a USB flash drive in a more obedient manner.

He Muzhen looked up at her and asked silently.

Pei Mi said with a righteous face, "It's about to become some black material from my former agency."

Such as tax evasion, or evidence of squeezing and forcing female artists to sell silver.

People say they want to help themselves, and Pei Mi doesn't want to just sit back and enjoy the benefits.

He Muzhen nodded slightly, and took the USB drive.

"There will be an auction tomorrow, and I will ask Yu Hua to pick you up then."

"Oh."

Pei Mi responded.

System: Passive and slow down!Deduct points!

Pei Mi didn't care and ignored the system's provocation.

Deducting points is useless. To her, it is just a program change.

Get it back in minutes.

(End of this chapter)