Chapter 217

There was a thin layer of cold sweat on the back of the spine. Muqiqi picked up the picture and ran downstairs.

No, she's going back to talk to the owner of the bar.

Hurriedly down the stairs, but was the restaurant is eating breakfast in a slow way to shout.

"What are you doing?"

Now, the flustered Muqiqi stopped and looked at moyanjue weakly.

Little heart is beating drum. I didn't do anything too much last night when I drank too much?

For example, spitting up such disgusting things in his body... She was so confused that someone in front of the restaurant had stood up and walked towards her with his feet raised.

Feel the strong gas field approaching, bathe seven lips, heartbeat such as thunder.

But to her surprise, why didn't the man say a word and just stare at her?

Following the man's eyes, she looked down at her bare feet and immediately understood why he had a calm face.

"I... I'll put it on!" Then he turned and ran upstairs.

Looking at her frightened little rabbit, the people standing at the stairs could not help but hook up the corners of their mouths.

Next, Muqiqi has finished combing and changing into simple and atmospheric jeans, white T-shirt, backpack, still holding the picture in his hand.

Just when she was upstairs washing, she remembered that today is Saturday and she doesn't work, so she has a lot of time to go to the bar to ask about this picture.

"Going out?" At this time, someone has been sitting in the sofa, holding a financial daily in his hand, without lifting his eyelids, he asked lightly.

Muqiqi's little heart thumped, and then he asked with embarrassment, "did you pick me up yesterday?"

"Well!" Someone's face is the same, but his heart is full of flowers.

"Do you know how this painting came? Did I get it? " The more she asked about it, the more empty she was. She couldn't remember anything about last night. This feeling is really powerless.

Here we go?

Someone's face is almost unstoppable.

Her brain hole is really big. How can she rob with her ability and not be killed by others?

Continue to stretch face, light way: "MMM!"

Muqiqi's expectant face changed with a Shua.

It's over. It's dead. It's really her. Maybe the police should come back in a moment.

Looking flustered, she hurried downstairs. "I want to go out for a while."

As soon as she got to the living room, she was stopped by someone, holding her waist in her big hands, and asked in a low voice, "what are you doing?"

"I'm going to return this painting to others, and I need to ask some things clearly..." Muqiqi's eyes drooped, his eyes fell on the collar of his white shirt, I'm afraid that only she could hear the small voice.

"What do you tell people?"

A strong pressure magnetized around Muqiqi, she wanted to move but did not dare to move.

She can make up for the humiliating picture when she robbed someone's painting last night. Her face turned red instantly and was indeed asked by the man.

Where is she? How can she explain to the bar owner?

Looking at her embarrassed expression, Mo yanjue's smile deepened and almost made a sound.

Muqiqi felt something different and suddenly raised his head to see him. His delicate brow was twisted up and he said, "what are you laughing at?"

"Nothing!" Mo yanjue instantly took back the smile on his face, then coolly said, "go to change clothes, you said you would invite me to dinner today."

The conversation turned so fast that Muqiqi didn't respond, "I... I have something else to do."

Someone didn't speak, just picked her up, turned around and went upstairs.

Mu Qiqi's frightened face lost color and hurriedly grabbed his sleeve. "I really have something to do, how about tomorrow?"

"Are you a real fool or a fake fool? If it's really you who snatched it back, you can still sleep safely until dawn?"