My Little Mom is the Richest

Yu Ruyi hesitated for a moment with a gloomy face, and finally said coldly: "I know, you let me go first, and I will let someone give you the shop."

"Miss Yu, you are a big man. Let's not do anything that violates our promises. I will leave you alone. I hope you will get the things in my hands as soon as possible."

When he said Niutou, he let go of Yu Ruyi. Yu Ruyi glared at Niutou and walked towards Mu Qiu again.

Mu Qiu stepped back subconsciously, and stabilized his figure thinking that the bull head was next to him.

"Give me back my fan." Yu Ruyi opened his hand to Mu Qiu.

Mu Qiu was taken aback for a moment, "It seems that this fan is very important to him. I don't know if I can use this fan for a new storefront."

Applying what he learned, Mu Qiu immediately found a way to pave the surface.

However, before he could speak, Niutou spoke first, "Brother, please return the fan to her. It is useless for you to keep that thing."

Niutou spoke, and Mu Qiu's thoughts were stifled in the cradle. Although a little depressed, he silently offered the fan when he thought that Niutou had saved him, thinking that he would be looking for him in the future.

Taking the fan out, the coolness in his chest was much less, but it still felt cool.

After Mu Qiu took out the fan, Yu Ruyi snatched it viciously, then glared at Mu Qiu and disappeared.

Mu Qiu sighed and murmured, "Who is it! I was a rich daughter before he was alive! I don't even know the basic etiquette."

While he was muttering, Bull Head walked to his side and grabbed his neck.

"Brother, thank you for the things before, but I drank too much just now, but I didn’t realize that you were a living soul and didn’t send you out. No matter what your purpose is, it’s best not to come down casually in the future. It’s not good for your health. I still have something to deal with, so I won’t tell you more. I will go up to you another day."

Niutou was resolute and resolute, and left without waiting for Mu Qiu to answer.

The dust settled, Chen Lao Dao suppressed the doubt in his heart and left with Mu Qiu.

Returning to the top, Mu Qiu hurriedly vomited the mud out of his mouth, and fresh air poured into his mouth. The feeling was so comfortable.

While enjoying the fresh air, he felt a strong gaze.

Turning his head to look at Chen Lao Daozheng looking at him with a bewildered face.

Mu Qiu looked down at herself, "What's wrong? Is there anything on my body?"

"What did you do just now? Why did Niutou call you a brother?"

Mu Qiu scratched his head, "When you asked me to wait outside for you just now, I heard a sound next to me, so I went and took a look. It was the bull's head who was drunk and had a soul who wanted to run away. I didn't know what I thought at the time. Yes, I helped him, and you've seen everything afterwards."

Old Chen nodded, "You guys are really stupid and blessed, so you can encounter this kind of thing, but if this kind of thing doesn't happen today, I'm afraid we two won't be able to get out."

Mu Qiu smiled, it seemed that she was quite lucky.

She said she wanted two people and went home. On the way, Mu Qiu finally asked the question she had been puzzled for for a long time.

"Old Chen, what are you going to do this trip? You said you must ask me to help you before, but I didn't seem to be doing anything, right?"

Hearing Mu Qiu's question about this matter, Chen Laodao stopped suddenly and looked at Mu Qiu with a serious face.