Chapter 66 Review

After Mu Beiting left, she was relieved.

After tidying up the house and taking a shower, he lay down on the bed and conceived a self-criticism.

The small head was resting on the arm, and a striped notebook was placed at hand, holding a ballpoint pen in his hand, pressing it repeatedly.

The notebook was wide open, with two large characters written on the top: 'review'.

asshole!

Why on earth should she listen to him.

If he asked her to write, she would write. Wouldn't she be very embarrassed.

Although she was aggrieved from the bottom of her heart, when she thought of his gloomy and stern handsome face, she drooped her head hopelessly.

Well, she might as well write.

It's a bit scary who made him put on a straight face.

"Dear Mr. Mu Beiting..."

After propping himself up to write a few words, Su Xiangwan lay down with his arms pillowed on his head again, biting the penholder lightly.

Still respect?

The smelly and shameless Mr. Mu Beiting was about the same.

Although her grades have not been very good since she was a child, she has also written many self-criticisms.

But the two lives add up to more than ten years, I really forgot how to write.

Suddenly, she had an idea, took out her mobile phone and started Baidu.

Everything has its own way, why did she forget it.

Uh... this won't work... this is because the student didn't do their homework, which doesn't match her situation.

Uh...this doesn't work either...this is due to a flaw in the work.

Looking at it, Su Xiangwan simply put down his pen and swiped the webpage with his mobile phone.

But after brushing for a while, it gradually went astray, watching the celebrity's gossip for a while, and watching the entertainment ceremony for a while.

I don't know how long it took, and the upper and lower eyelids were fighting fiercely. As soon as the phone was put away, she pulled off the quilt, and she fell asleep with her head tilted. There was a notebook beside her, the page was wide open, and there was still only a line of beautiful words on it. Small print: "Dear Mr. Mu Beiting..."

*

And at this moment, in the Mu's Manor.

Mu Beiting went back and took a shower. When he came out, the butler handed him a document and said, "Master, there is a document that needs your signature. Shang Wen asked me to pass it to you."

"Where's Shen Zhou?"

"Second Young Master seems to have some stomach upset and is resting in his room."

Mu Beiting snorted softly, and after eating three big bowls of noodles, it's strange to feel comfortable.

"Call him a doctor. Then ask Shangwen to book him a plane ticket to South Africa tomorrow morning. The project over there needs to be watched by his own person."

"yes."

"Pack up his luggage for him and send him directly to the airport tomorrow morning."

"Yes, master."

After finishing the order, Mu Beiting felt a little relieved. He only felt that his ears could be at leisure for ten and a half months.

After taking the file, Mu Beiting went straight to the study.

After sitting down, I picked up my phone and took a look. It was half past ten.

There is no news yet, it seems that the review has not been finished yet.

Putting the phone aside, he lowered his head to process a few documents, but his eyes always inadvertently looked up at the black phone on the side.

But, from the beginning to the end, the phone didn't move at all, and the screen didn't even turn on.

It was approaching half past eleven, Mu Beiting dropped the document in his hand, and couldn't help but took out his phone to take a look again.

Flipping through the communication for a while, my fingertips landed on the number marked as 'Little Fairy'.

Click on it, look at the information, nothing.

Go back to the call history, still nothing.

Mu Beiting put down his phone and lit a cigarette.

It was getting dark outside the window, and there was a faint smog around him. In the smog, his eyes were blurred and deep, enough to make every woman fall for it.

He took a deep puff of the cigarette between his fingers, and couldn't help but guess how she looked when she scribbled on him in the magazine, her eyes were a little gentle.