Blessed To Have Each Other In This Life

Gu Yan's face was pale with anger.

Obviously, the personal certificate is here, but the other party has actually left it alone! It's so annoying!

Mu Zi asked with a smile: "Miss Lan is a weak woman, can this kidnapping case help? It's amazing."

Mrs. Lan raised her head proudly and said: "My family Kexin will inherit the family business in the future. In the perfume business, her sense of smell is extremely sensitive. Kexin smelled the floral scent of apricot blossoms on the blackmail letter, so we would find this place. !"

"What blackmail letter?" Mu Zi asked, "Can I see it?"

Gu Liang glanced at Tong Wu, and Tong Wu immediately took out the blackmail letter and handed it to Mu Zi.

Mu Zi looked at it and said, "Isn't this the letter I asked someone to print in the printing shop?"

She took it close to the tip of her nose and smelled it, and said with a smile: "Apart from the ink, I can't smell the scent of flowers. Miss Lan is so powerful, I can smell the scent of flowers from the paper in the print shop."

Mrs. Lan shook her body as if she was hit hard, almost fainting.

How could this be!

"Is this the blackmail letter you are talking about?" Mu Zi took out another folded piece of paper from his jacket pocket, and sniffed it, "Well, this seems to be a bit scented... Miss Lan, you Smell again?"

With that said, handed the blackmail letter to Lan Kexin.

Lan Kexin did not reach out, her lips were pale, her eyes were scarlet, and she stared straight at Mu Zi.

"You bitch!" Lan Kexin suddenly went mad and rushed towards Mu Zi, "Mu Zi! You must die!!!"

Mu Zi had expected her to be like this for a long time, and sensitively avoided, a few tall men in black suddenly rushed out behind him and pushed Lan Kexin to the ground!

Mrs. Lan screamed in horror!

At this time everyone knew that the Huo family was there!

Lan Kexin was still swearing, and was gagged with a rag from the farmyard.

Mrs. Lan was also **** firmly, waiting for her to fall.

Sophistry is meaningless. Lan Kexin can smell apricot blossoms from a piece of plain white paper, which is enough to explain everything.

If it wasn't for the main messenger behind the scenes, how could you know that people were in Xingnan Village?

Lan Kexin was pushed on the ground, half of her face was pressed against the cold mud, tears rolled from her flushed eyes and poured into the mud.

Her eyes were still staring at Mu Zi, like a sharp sword, wishing to pierce Mu Zi.

Mu Zi was too lazy to take a look at her. She greeted Gu Liang and Gu Yan and turned away.

Naturally someone will take care of the rest, so she doesn't need to worry about it.

Outside the farmyard, there was a black luxury car parked, Mu Zi smiled and sat in, stretched the flower branch to the man's eyes and shook it.

"Pretty?" Mu Zi asked.

Murong Cheng disgusted and said, "Take it farther, there are bugs on it."

"There will be bugs?" Mu Zi was stunned, and then he took a closer look and saw that there were really a few inconspicuous tiny caterpillars among the petals...

Mu Zi: "..."

I feel that the whole hand holding the apricot branch is wooden.

"Open the car window!"

There was a girl's depressed cry in the car, and then the window opened, and an apricot blossom was quickly thrown out!

Just as Gu Liang walked to the gate of the farmyard, the apricot blossom fell under his feet.

Gu Liang raised his eyes, met Murong Cheng in the car, and smiled elegantly.

Murong Cheng's deep eyes immediately showed a sharp sharp edge.

A red apricot came out of the wall... This is a bad sign.

"Who told you to litter?" Murong Cheng told Mu Zi with a cold face.

Mu Zi was wiping his hands with a tissue, and glared at him: "It's not because you said there were bugs!"

Murong Cheng: "..."

Then she urged her coldly: "No littering next time."

Mu Zi curled his lips, feeling that he was inexplicable.

The car drifted away, slowly disappearing on the winding mountain village road. Gu Liang looked down at the apricot blossom by his feet, and sighed slightly.

The flowers bloom when they are folded, but they must be folded, but...the famous flowers have their masters.