Do you have a lot of question marks, Mr.

Mu Shangxing was talking with Secretary Si outside the door, and Wu Zui was checking Du Niang under the covers, only to find out that there was quite a lot of knowledge in a small check.

What Mu Shangxing gave to himself was not a personal cash check, but a transfer check from the company.

The banks in Huaguo are different from those in the United States. They don't support personal credit, and they can't write checks in their own names.

The upper limit of the transfer check can be as low as one billion yuan. Although Mr. Mu's check is stamped, there is a line on the check stating the purpose. If the purpose is not appropriate, the bank can not give the money.

This purpose cannot be randomly edited, and the check must be provided to the tax bureau as a basis for incomplete checks.Moreover, when the check was a kiss between the two, Wu Zui secretly pulled it out from Mu Shangxing's fingers, and stuffed it into his trouser pocket. Reopen.

In short, it is being gnawed for nothing, which is the legendary prostitution.Wu Zui was in a very complicated mood.

In TV dramas and novels, those local tyrants randomly throw out blank checks and let them fill in casually. In fact, it doesn't work in China.

There are only three thoughts in Wu Zui's mind:

The TV series mistakenly made me rich.

On the importance of studying hard.

In the future, the scumbags will only accept bank cards and cash.

Holding up his trousers, he found a shirt from Mu Shangxing's closet, and by the way, a belt in the closet below. Wu Zui finished packing and opened the door.

The soundproofing of the house is very good. As soon as Wu Zui opened the door, he heard the conversation between the two.

"If you really decide, then we have to give up the markets in those countries, withdraw factories and capital, and even some consumers will reject our company's products because of your sexual orientation..."

"So what?" Mr. Mu's voice was cold, and Wu Zui could feel the smell of icy dirt through a door.

"I am willing to bear all the costs."

Quietly closing the door, Wu Zui sat on the edge of the bed, lowered his head and began to think seriously.

The world in the book is so similar to the real world. Mu Shangxing is now willing to be nice to him under all kinds of pressure, but he will leave sooner or later.

Although this idea is very subtle, Wu Zui still couldn't help but think:

What if Mu Shangxing did not fall madly in love with Bai Yueguang like in the novel, but resisted the temptation and concentrated on living with himself and his son?

Is the plot chain really unchangeable?

Then if it changes, I have to make a choice, little sister, it's still this world.

No matter which one is given up, it is tantamount to cutting off the flesh of Wu Zui's heart.

Is there really no way to have the best of both worlds?

Wu Zui shrank into the bed, closed his eyes and started counting sheep.

In the novel, although Wu Zui couldn't remember the exact time, the old lady died of illness. As a result, Mu Shangxing got drunk for the second and last time in the book.

In the original book, Wu Zuizui did not open up maps in another world, let alone the caves in the back mountain. If he can get the treasures of heaven and earth, so that the old lady can prolong her life, does this count as changing the plot, and the relative plot chain? Will it change?

Thinking about the problem, Wu Zui fell into a deep sleep, and waited for Mu to go up before entering the lounge. The familiar snoring sound made people feel very at ease.

Sitting by the bed, Mu Shangxing skillfully pushed Wu Zui to let Wu Zui fall asleep, and the snoring stopped immediately.

The world is quiet.

Leaning over and kissing Wu Zui's forehead, Mu Shangxing tried not to make a sound, put the clothes Wu Zui took off into the laundry basket in the bathroom, tidied up the room a bit, and returned to the office.

As soon as it was almost time for dinner, Wu Zui woke up automatically, rubbed his hair and went out of the lounge, only to find that President Mu was still working.

"Working overtime?" Wu Zui scratched his belly with one hand and yawned sleepily.

"No, I'm waiting for you." Mu Shangxing quickly settled the documents in his hand, "Shall we go together?"

Wu Zui, who originally planned to take the bus back and forth, looked at Mr. Mu who was waiting for him to work overtime, and couldn't help changing his mind.

"Okay." Wu Zui sighed shortly, remembering the car that was ruined when he came out of the mud pit, "Did that Bentley be cleaned last time?"

"Donated." Mr. Mu chose to be honest.

"You donated it to me." Wu Zui covered his chest in distress, and entered the elevator one after the other with President Mu, and came to the underground parking lot.

Wu Zui was afraid of being seen, so he deliberately kept a distance from Mu Shangxing. Unexpectedly, Mu Gou seemed to have a radar installed on the back of his head. As long as Wu Zui walked slowly and the distance between the two of them exceeded three meters, he would stop and wait. Wu Zui felt embarrassed.

"We have to pay attention to the influence." Wu Zui looked around, "It's not good for people to see."

Mu Shangxing silently glanced at Wu Zui, and reached out to hold Wu Zui's hand.

Obviously, the two of them have done all the intimate things, but Mu Shangxing's pull made Wu Zui's face turn red involuntarily.

Because after the off-duty point, Mr. Mu still has a special parking garage, and the place where the two of them walked was very quiet, even a little too quiet.

Hearing the two people's footsteps echoing in the garage, Mu Shangxing held his hand tightly, Wu Zui didn't know why, but couldn't help but raise the corners of his mouth.

"Brother, just buy a cup, it's not expensive, only five yuan..."

Before reaching the car, Wu Zui saw a half-grown boy with a box hanging on his chest, selling milk tea to Mr. Mu's driver.

"I don't drink." The driver was tightly entangled. Seeing that Mr. Mu was about to come, he had no choice but to take out a five-yuan card and hand it to the little boy. , you are not allowed to do this!"

"Thank you, Uncle." The boy put away the five yuan, and was very happy. He took the money and backed away. When he turned around and ran, he ran into someone, slipped on his foot, and fell to the ground with his ass.

"I've got you caught!" The security guard in the parking lot grabbed the boy by his collar, "How many times have I told you not to let you sell it here, these are all cars, and accidents are easy, but you just don't listen!"

"Uncle, I was wrong!" The boy struggled, the strap of the milk tea box on his shoulder slipped, and several cups of milk tea rolled out of the box, one of which was broken on the spot, the milk tea splashed all over the floor, and another cup rolled away.

Wu Zui immediately let go of Mr. Mu's hand, and hurried over to pick up the milk tea.

This kind of sealed milk tea in a simple plastic cup was drunk by Wu Zui when he was in junior high school, but according to the current general packaging in the milk tea industry, this is very outdated.

"My milk tea!" Seeing the milk tea dropped, the boy kicked his legs in the hands of the security guard and started to cry. "This is the milk tea that grandpa has worked so hard to make all morning. Let me go!"

The kind of milk tea in the past is just mixed with a powder, and it can still be made all morning?

Out of curiosity, Wu Zui walked over with the milk tea, "Can I buy a cup?"

Seeing someone approaching, the security guard put the little boy down and explained, "The car in the parking lot is so dangerous, this kid won't listen..."

Wu Zui took out five yuan from his wallet and handed it to the little boy who was wiping away his tears, "The security guard is also right, look here, there are so many cars, you are so small, what if you accidentally hit you? "

The little boy cried and accepted the money, then took out a straw and gave it to Wu Zui, "I heard from an uncle that there are many rich people here..."

Putting down the straw, Wu Zui almost laughed out loud when he heard the little boy say this, "Then have you sold it?"

"No, no." The boy gulped down and wiped his eyes with his sleeve, "But a lot of big brothers and sisters gave me a dollar directly."

"Hey." Wu Zui smiled and took a sip of milk tea, "That's right, rich people don't drink this kind of packaged milk tea now."

The little boy looked up with red eyes, "Then big brother, how do you drink?"

"It's not because of poverty." Wu Zui took a sip of milk tea, looked at Mr. Mu who was standing quietly beside him, "Brother, do you want me to buy you a cup?"

Mu Shangxing nodded slightly.

"Let's have another cup." Wu Zui took out five yuan and smiled, "Don't mention it, your milk tea tastes quite unique, it doesn't look like it's made from powder."

"Grandpa made it with real materials." The little boy took out a cup of milk tea from the box and handed it to Wu Zui. "My grandpa also said that our ancestors made milk tea for Emperor Qianlong."

"Okay." Everything can be related to ancient times.Wu Zui handed the milk tea and the straw to Mu Shangxing, "Don't tell me, this milk tea is quite easy to drink."

"If it's real, you're at a loss." Wu Zui drank a glass in one go, couldn't help but took out another five dollars, "Come again."

"This is grandpa's study of online knowledge, which is a strategic low-price impulse." The little boy was serious.

After Wu Zui drank the second cup, he suddenly felt that the taste was a bit familiar, and it seemed to have some overlap with the milk tea sold by Wu Grandpa.

"How about it." Wu Zui took out three pink cards from his wallet, "Is this enough to buy your suitcase and milk tea?"

The boy bowed his head and counted some milk tea, "It's too much."

"I gave you this extra, I want you to promise me." Wu Zui unloaded the milk tea box from the boy and carried it on his own. Without the heavy objects, the boy straightened up immediately.

"What promise?" The boy folded up three pink sheets and carefully put them in his pocket.

"You should also pay attention to safety when selling milk tea, and don't go to places like parking lots and passenger stations." Wu Zui was really touched, "You are still young, you must study hard, don't suffer from being uneducated like your brother."

The little boy looked at Wu Zui half understanding.

The security guard took the little boy out, Wu Zui grabbed the milk tea box with one hand, held it in his arms, and followed Mu Shangxing to the car.

Mu Shangxing sat upright next to Wu Zui and drank milk tea. Wu Zui stared at the milk tea box and pondered whether he could get away with it. If the grass-mud horse couldn't tell the taste of the two, then as long as he could buy a milk tea with a similar taste to Wu Ahgong's The secret recipe can also solve the problem.

Wu Zui was staring at the milk tea box in a daze, and Mr. Mu handed half a cup of milk tea to Wu Zui.

"Thank you." Wu Zui couldn't help but hold Mu Shangxing's hand holding the milk tea and brought it to his mouth. In less than two seconds, he sucked it to the bottom in one breath.During the period, Mu Shangxing wanted to take back the milk tea, but Wu Zui held him tightly.

Finally, Wu Zui raised his head triumphantly, puffed his cheeks, and his mouth was full of milk tea.

Mr. Mu was expressionless.

"A worm fell on the sealing plastic film."

The author has something to say: Thanks to the little angel who threw the grenade: 1 Sino;

Thanks to the little angel who cast the landmine: ╭(°a°`)╮3 Yu Sheng; 666, 1 Yan Ning;

感谢灌溉营养液的小天使：3442270627瓶；扶疏16瓶；66610瓶；天山童姥她妹6瓶；琑：逍遥公子、1111+111瓶；

Today's reward: buy a cup of five yuan milk tea for each of the ten little angels, the grandfather sells at a low price, don't miss it when you pass by!