Chapter 105

A piece of white paper lay quietly on the red velvet quilt. He leaned over and clamped it. The beautiful and beautiful font jumped on the paper and was his wife's handwriting.

President Xi, please don't come to me. I won't run away. I just go out for a walk and relax. I'll be back after the final exam.

A few words finally let simuccio's heart hang in the air. At least from this sentence, it can be seen that his wife seems to have dissipated most of her anger. She is not as prickly and hairless as she was on the phone in the morning.

In the final exam, there are still two weeks to go before he can see his wife for more than ten days. He smiled in his eyes, glanced at the big red one, and sighed faintly. His voice was very light, like talking to Qiao mu or talking to himself.

"If the husband makes a mistake, he will be punished. He will be punished for keeping the empty room alone for two weeks?"

A month after marriage, a girl named Qiao Mu quietly lived in the deepest part of simuccio's heart and penetrated every bit of his life.

Before he found Qiao mu, he didn't know the little girl's name. For 14 years, even if he was haunted by dreams, the image of the little girl gradually blurred in his mind. What he remembered most was the scar, the willow eyebrow and the big eyes that smiled like a half curved moon.

He had a sense of persistence in his heart and determined that the little girl in those years was the little wife in the future, but no one could find it. All his persistence was only empty thoughts.

When I first met Qiao mu, I cherished my superfluous love. After all, after 14 years, I polished all the shadows of Qiao mu, and even the soft and waxy nature of Qiao Mu has changed.

At first sight, he was a stranger to Qiao mu, and Qiao Mu was not to him. Only that scar was familiar to him.

Now, he's really stuck, completely.

He took out his cell phone and wanted to call Zuo Zhen. He was worried about his wife's safety. His wife was out alone. She didn't live at home, school or hospital. Where did she live?

At the moment when his fingers went down, he suddenly stopped. After years of shopping in the mall, he was used to strategizing and manipulating everything, but this man was his wife and he should give her the best respect.

Would the wife be more angry if she knew she had sent someone to follow her?

Simply let her go for a few days and made her crazy.

She has money. He usually gives her a lot of pocket money on the grounds of improving her life. He knows that her little financial fans will not spend recklessly even if they have money. They mostly deposit it in a bank card and let it make small money.

At this thought, simuccio was relieved. The warm sunshine hit him through the French window, swept away the haze in his heart, and smiled in his deep voice.

"I hope my wife will go home as soon as possible."

At the moment, Qiao Mu sat in the corner of Shengshi bar and motioned to the bartender. It was obvious that the bartender recognized her.

The bartender smiled brightly and lowered his voice, "little beauty, will you sing tonight?"

Joe Mu chirped his eyes at him with a tacit look, "a cup of grapefruit juice, thank you."

The bartender turned and left. After a while, he came back with grapefruit juice and pushed it to Qiao mu, "please have a drink."

Joe frowned and said thank you.

After the bartender left, Qiao Mu sipped the grapefruit juice. It was warm and obviously heated. At the right time, she came to her great aunt and couldn't drink too cold.

After drinking, she took out a golden business card from her pocket, took out her mobile phone and dialed it.

The cell phone simuccio bought for her was thrown into her bedroom. She spent 800 yuan to buy another one. Neither the performance nor the model can be compared with the one simuccio bought.

Soon, Ji Su panted and ran over. He gasped and laughed very evil. He called his little sister-in-law, picked up Qiao Mu's schoolbag in one hand, took Qiao Mu upstairs, and talked endlessly as he walked.

"Little sister-in-law, I finally look forward to you. Since you left last time, my challenge arena has been smashed. No matter who goes up to sing, it's all a sigh. It's impossible to do it!"

Qiao Mucai didn't believe it. It was very lively in the bar. "Is there such an exaggeration?"

He nodded again and again, "yes, yes."

Ji Su took her to his office and sent many girls' favorite snacks and hot milk.

He sat on the sofa and leaned back. He was lazy and casual. His cynical face was almost smiling. His narrow peach eyes narrowed into a slit.

"Singing tonight?"

Qiao Mu peeled Macadamia fruit and made a crisp click, "yes, can I go on stage?"

Ji sudu is so happy and crazy that he can't wait for his sister-in-law to come on stage to save him. Although the challenge arena competition is not as exaggerated as he said, it is really half warm!

"Yes, originally, I invited rock King Qin Zhan to support today. Since my little sister-in-law came, I'll tell him to postpone it one day."

Ji Su took out his cell phone, and Qiao Mu quickly stopped him. "Don't, Ji Su, I haven't finished yet. I mean, I don't just sing tonight, I want to sing for two weeks."

Bang Dang——

Jisu's local tyrant Jin fell on the carpet. He suddenly looked up at Qiao mu. Be careful, his liver trembled. My sister-in-law just said he would sing for two weeks!

What is the concept of singing for two consecutive days?

Let's put it this way. Last time my sister-in-law sang two songs, her net income that night was more than 5 million. That was when many gold members didn't show up.

After that night, many gold members who didn't show up saw a video of their little sister-in-law singing from their friends and strongly asked for another one, but what he said didn't count, so they had to put it off all the time.

He roughly calculated that once the news was released, the net income per night must be more than five million. In two weeks, the income must be unprecedented in this industry!

He just likes running a bar and doesn't expect it to live, but he still wants to make the prosperous world the peak of the bar industry.

Joe Mu stared at him with big eyes, a little uneasy, "can't you? Then sing for one night. "

Ji Su didn't care to pick up his mobile phone. His too delicate face smiled and was full of demons. He patted the table.

"No, no, no, sister-in-law, don't say two weeks, even two years, I'll give you a song of 300000!"

Last time he said 200000, he didn't count the profits in his heart. Now he knows. Of course, he can't treat his sister-in-law badly!

Hua La, the Macadamia fruit in my hand was scattered on the ground.

This time it's Qiao Mu's turn to be careful. Her liver trembles. Her small mouth is half open. She swallowed her saliva. My darling, a song of 300000!

Three hundred thousand. In this way, she can pay back the original operation fee and foreign debt after singing for 20 days. Then why does she sell it to simuccio!