In the past years, Meng went back and forth carefully for two circles in other courtyards, and then he returned to the bedroom of Zhongyuan in Li and Han Dynasties.

Since they left, Wei Leng Mian has sent people to guard here, and no one has ever been in and out.

"Xiao Jiang said, let you have a good look at this sofa." Wei Leng stood on one side with his hands behind his back, looking at Meng's inspection in the past year.

"What's wrong with the sofa?" Because Meng couldn't reveal that he had contacted Jiang Xiao in the past, he had to ask Wei Leng Mian about everything. After all, he didn't have time to contact Jiang Xiao this time.

I haven't called since I arrived.

"It is said that general Cui felt very sleepy after sitting here for a while last night. If Xiao Jiang hadn't called him at that time, he would have just sat down and would have gone to sleep."

Wei Leng Mian is confused about this. In his opinion, it may be that general Cui was really tired and sleepy last night.

After all, I'm old enough. It's normal to get tired and sleepy after taking an hour's bus to other hospitals at night. But Jiang Xiao said that it was a doubtful point, so he certainly regarded it as a doubtful point.

Who made him believe in Jiang Xiao?

Meng Xinian touched his chin and walked towards the sofa. He sat down on the sofa, leaned back, closed his eyes and felt it quietly.

After a while, he opened his eyes and stood up.

There was no sense of sleepiness, and I couldn't help falling asleep.

So he carefully inspected the sofa, and did not let go of every seam.

"I've also checked the sofa," Wei Leng Mian said, "but I didn't find anything."

He saw that Meng had checked it again and stood up. There was no harvest. It seemed that there was nothing unusual about the sofa.

Meng once pondered for a while, then turned to rush out the door and called out, "come."

Two guards came in. "Major general Meng?"

"Take this sofa out."

"Yes."

They immediately moved the sofa to the door.

Meng also followed him out, "find an axe for me."

"Axe?"

The two guards looked at each other and thought they had heard something wrong.

"Yes, go."

"Yes."

A guard ran out.

Wei lengmian picked his eyebrows and looked at Meng Xinian: "this is the sofa that the chief executive likes."

What can Meng do when he asks people to find an axe? It's natural to split the sofa.

"I don't think he likes it this time." Meng Xinian said without changing his face and then rolled up his sleeve.

The guard found the axe from the kitchen, "major general Meng, where do you want to split it?"

"Give it to me."

Meng took over the axe in the past year, swung it and chopped it down.

The muscle lines on his small arm were full of strength. With only one axe, the sofa was split in half by him.

This strength!

Wei Leng Mian subconsciously stepped back and touched his nose.

The guards looked at each other.

Did major general Meng cut off the sofa that the chief executive liked so directly?

I didn't expect that Meng hadn't stopped in the past year, and then he went on to chop the sofa to pieces.

No one here dares to stop him.

Bang.

Meng left the axe aside in the past, bent down and searched carefully among a pile of boards he had chopped out. He did not miss a small piece of sawdust.

"So you trust Xiao Jiang's judgment?" Wei Leng Mian leaned over, looked down and asked.

Xiao Meng has made a pile of sofa.

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