Chapter 689

For a long time, the night owl's face was covered with sweat, and then, the man slowly opened his eyes.

Min Zhuang'er paid him 100 million yuan to set up the junxiaoyan foundation to donate money to the anti drug charity.

Ha ha It was a surprise to him.

But for him, it was a heavy slap in the face.

No, his money, 100 million yuan, must not be donated to any cause related to Jun Xiaoyan.

The South evening owl looks at the front, takes out the mobile phone, dials min Zhuang'er's telephone.

"Where are you?" Heavy questioning.

"Something?" The girl's voice was cold and clear, but a little depressed.

"What have you done? Who allows you to make donations in my name? " Nanmu owl bit his teeth and said, "I don't need you to fish for me!"

It's a shame for him to mention Jun Xiaoyan.

There was a silence at the other end.

Then the crisp female voice said, "I'm in front of Jun Xiaoyan martyr cemetery. If you want to interview me, you can come here." With that, hang up.

South evening owl pulled his tie, thought for a moment, and immediately drove to the Far East National Cemetery martyrs cemetery.

That touch of yellow sound and shadow, in the bleak winter, appears full of vitality, let him think of early spring jasmine, large mountain flowers brilliant scene.

The South evening owl strides forward with long legs and rushes to the top of the martyrs' cemetery.

Minzhuang'er knows that it is the South evening owl. Instead of looking back, min Zhuang'er looks up at the white marble sculpture of Jun Xiaoyan.

The South evening owl follows the girl's bright starlight eyes and looks at the heroic sculpture of Jun Xiaoyan, who forms a pressure on him above his head.

In particular, I saw a line of shocking chisels on the pedestal - the greatest anti drug hero in the Far East.

A cavity of anger burned the chest.

South evening owl pointing to Jun Xiaoyan sculpture, toward min Zhuang'er, angrily questioned.

"Why? Zhuang'er, why use the money for the foundation named after him "You can spend my money to buy luxury houses, but you can't do it! And in my name. "

The South evening owl covered his chest and stepped back. His handsome face was covered with a layer of fierce color, pointing to the towering statue of Jun Xiaoyan.

"In my name, raise money for this man, you know Zhuang'er! My money and everything of my nanmu owl can't be related to this man! "

Min Zhuang'er finally stopped looking up at the sculpture of Jun Xiaoyan, and the star eyes looked at the man in front of him.

"You gave me the card. As the money I sold last night, I can spend it as I want. You have no right to interfere."

The girl in front of her is proud and unyielding, which rewrites the impression that nanmu owl once had on her. Even if it is a small white flower, minzhuang'er is also a kind of small white flower that can bear the wind and snow.

Selling money Hearing this, nanmu owl felt a little pain.

As for the relationship between him and her, she thought this way - he didn't want her to fall in love with him, but when she defined the relationship between him and her, nanmu Xiao felt inexplicable pain.

"I just want to use the money I got for the first time, and it has some significance." The girl laughed and stood upright in front of him with her little fist clenched.

"Only in this way is the most meaningful and just cause." The sonorous voice echoed in the martyrs' cemetery.

The South evening owl gazed at her, and her pride moved him. If you put aside Jun Xiaoyan, he would agree with her.

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