Chapter 1492 The Seven-Year Itch (The Unintentional Leader Scared Me Yesterday!!!)

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Gu Liang looked at them and sighed helplessly: "Are you letting me make my own decision?"

Batiao was dangling in the air, without communication consciousness.

Gu Liang closed his eyes with a headache: "Sibby."

I don't know who I'm scolding.

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Here, Murong Cheng hung up the phone, and Mu Zi expressed his anger: "Every time I ask you to call to talk about something, why is it so difficult? Can't you be more distracted?!"

"I already treat him as my sister-in-law, isn't that enough to distract me?"

Mu Zi was so angry that she wanted to hit someone, "Ah! That's right, you're really distracted when you hurt someone! I asked you to persuade him to go to the auction, did you persuade him? Didn't say a word!"

Murong Cheng comforted her: "Don't worry, Gu Liang will definitely go, I even told the green grassland, unless he is not a man, how can he bear it?"

Mu Zi had already given up on talking to him, and made a decision directly: "Get your luggage ready, we'll go to Under The Rose too."

Murong Cheng was stunned.

Mu Zi looked serious: "If Gu Liang doesn't go, we will pay to buy Tangtang back. In short, no matter what, we can't let her fall into the wrong hands. What if the new owner is a drug dealer like Bai Jinyan? ? She has no opinion at all, she will do anything to please the master!"

Murong Cheng fixedly looked at Mu Zi...

He suddenly realized that he was wrong and forgot that his wife was the "Goddess of Justice".

"I'll call Gu Liang again to make sure he will definitely attend the auction. We've already booked a family trip to Europe at the end of the year..."

"Cancel." Mu Zi resolutely refused, "I just thought about it, it's hard to talk about the relationship, even if Gu Liang goes, it may not be able to solve the problem, maybe the two of them will quarrel, I have to go there personally, Otherwise, I don't feel relieved, let Mom and Pete take the children for the parent-child tour."

Without waiting for Murong Cheng to persuade her again, Mu Zi got up and left to take care of the child.

Bai Wei passed by, and looked at the two worriedly, "Zi Zi, you and Rong Cheng are the closest..."

"It's okay, Mom." Mu Zi exhaled, her tone was extremely tired, "Maybe it's the seven-year itch."

Murong Cheng on the sofa completely darkened his face, and shouted angrily: "What seven-year itch?! Mu Zi! Come back to me! Speak clearly!"

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Under The Rose, the literal understanding is under the rose, but it is actually an allusion with secret and private meanings. The allusion comes from Roman mythology.

Rich people always want to find some interesting things, but they think the black market is rough and messy, so such a seemingly elegant gathering gradually appeared, providing the most top-notch services and the most exotic products for the rich and famous.

People who can run this kind of business are naturally powerful and mysterious.

If Murong Cheng and Gu Liang knew that Old Man Huang was able to get online with these people, they would be very surprised.

These days, Huang Laogui has been taking Tangtang around to buy, buy and buy, repurchasing all the clothes and jewelry, and spending all his money.

Tangtang didn't like the new clothes, so she stood in front of the mirror, touched the neckline, and said, "It's very troublesome to wear, and my neck is too tight."

This is an attire from the late Qing Dynasty, with fat clothes and wide sleeves, clouded shoulders and fringe. The peacock blue background is matched with layers of trimmings. The skirt, skirt bottom and cuffs are all embroidered with different patterns.

Tangtang couldn't understand it, it was very complicated anyway.

The old ghost Huang hurriedly chattered around her, coaxing: "Trouble is trouble, but it looks good! Look, how beautiful and imposing! I will ask the tailor to loosen your neckline later, and I won't strangle you." gone."

Tangtang shook her head impatiently, "The head is also very heavy."

"Oh, my ancestor, please slow down." Huang Laogui's heart ached, and he held her pearl hairpin and gold hairpin, "It's all money!"

"What about this? Why did you ask me to take a towel?" Tangtang frowned, "It's so troublesome to hold it in your hand all the time, this clothes doesn't even have a pocket."

Huang Laogui persuaded earnestly: "This is a handkerchief, you have such big sleeves, what pocket do you need?"

Tangtang touched his sleeves and found that he could hold a lot, so he finally calmed down a bit.