Don’t Mess with the War Goddess

Escorted her personally?

Mu Chenyuan glanced at a three-story abandoned old building built in a remote corner, and his brows were very shallow and shallow.

By coincidence, I never thought of sending her to the little black room.

"Me and Cheng Ming won't teach for too long, fifteen days at most." Mu Chenyuan finally said, "After fifteen days, you should be careful."

The command of the general battle dragged An Xia for a week, and within a week, An Xia's details must be thoroughly investigated.

He will be forgiving for another week, so as to avoid minor problems in the middle, such as: Xiahou Zhan will let him stay for a few more days.

An Xia responded and walked a few steps forward. Seeing that Mu Chenyuan was not walking with him, she stood still and glanced back, "It's gone again?"

The tone is somewhat suspicious.

Just say a word after walking in such a big circle? ?

Mu Chenyuan nodded and answered her seriously, "Nothing."

In the next ten days, he wanted to see if she could find out which teachers and assistants had been sold by Song Zhengwei.

After staring at each other for a while, An Xia was sure that he really had nothing else to say. He wanted to ask, with a frivolous brow, slowly suppressing the faintly rising blood, and smiling slightly, "Watch well, don't be lazy."

No matter how Xia Guo's fighters monitor and investigate, she is An Xia, the eldest daughter of the An family, and a girl born and raised in Xuancheng.

Nothing can be found after checking Potian.

As for whether Anjia’s failure was her handwriting, Tianshu and the others did not leave a trace. They could only suspect that it was her.

What the Lord of the Emperor Territory wants to do, how can he leave a tail?

The dark door of the little black room was already open. Outside, two teaching assistants were waiting for An Xia to come.

Mu Chenyuan quietly watched her walk towards the abandoned building step by step, his handsome face was calm, and the waves in his heart rose slightly.

He didn't believe that she was okay, but, as long as he walked to her, the familiar, trusting familiarity became strong again and again.

Even if she asked him what questions he had just now, she clearly saw the hostility in her eyes, but she was still relaxed all over, his body trusted her more than his brain.

This feeling…

Mu Chenyuan turned around, slender and tightly curled up, not feeling very good.

How can one inexplicably believe that a person who knows there is a problem can be trusted?

Where did it go wrong?

"Raise your hand!"

Behind him, there was a fierce shout from the assistant teacher. Mu Chenyuan paused, resisting the urge to look back, and quickly left.

private hospital

Mrs. Song firmly held the knife, her eyes glared at the four people standing next to the bed, "Four people can still throw others away together, how can my brother raise your four trash!"

I'm so mad at her!

I'm so mad at her!

She thought she would grab someone before An Xia's little **** enters the special education center, and take her to run and kowtow to her daughter Yanyan. She thought they could do it, and looked forward to it.

As a result, when she came back after missing for two days, she told her that the little **** An Xia was lost with them!

waste!

A bunch of waste!

Four people were scolded, but no one responded.

Mr. Ai sent them over and asked them to help Miss Anjia to solve the problem. If they didn't solve it, they couldn't even find them. It was indeed their mistake.

"Now that she has entered the special education institute, you can find a way to get in!" Madam Song did not believe that Song Zhengwei could avenge her daughter, so she could only take action by herself and feel relieved when she saw An Xia's death in person.

"For three days, I will give you three more days. I haven't seen you bring the little **** back in three days. Think about how to confess to my brother!"

[The lucky draw continues, cheer up, little cuties]