My Little Mom is the Richest

"Mr. Mu" Li Wenqiang heard the voice, looked at Mu Qiu, stood up, shook hands with Mu Qiu, and called out his name. The worries in my heart were relieved. Fortunately, he was fine. At this juncture, if something happened to him, the Mu family would definitely blame our Li family.

The two sat down and both put on smiling expressions. Li Wenqiang, who is engaged in political career, has long been accustomed to hiding his true thoughts in front of everyone.

As for Mu Qiu, he has a strong background and is able to stand out from the crowd. He doesn't care about little people like Li Wenqiang at all, even though he is from the Li family.

"Mr. Mu, Li is here to apologize to you first. His subordinates are ignorant and have caused trouble for you privately. Don't worry, I have punished them well." Li Wenqiang raised his glass and saluted Mu Qiu. Then he drank it in one gulp.

"Easy to say, easy to say." Mu Qiu also toasted with him.

"I heard that Mr. Mu encountered an explosion in the parking lot a few days ago. I wonder if he is feeling better?" Li Wenqiang cautiously tested Mu Qiu.

"Don't you see? I couldn't be better now." Mu Qiu ignored his temptation, did she think I was just a playboy who spoke without thinking?

"Does the person behind the scenes... have any clues?" Li Wenqiang asked directly when he saw Mu Qiu playing Tai Chi with him.

"Not yet. Are Mr. Li afraid that our Mu family will pin this matter on your Li family? Then you are really afraid. If we don't find the murderer, then you will have to bear the blame... deal"

Mu Qiu shook the wine glass in her hand as if she didn't care, but what she said made Li Wenqiang bitter.

"Mr. Mu, you know that I didn't do that." Li Wenqiang is a mute who eats Coptis chinensis and cannot speak out about his sufferings.

"I don't know. I only know that I almost died in that explosion, and the murderer hasn't been found yet."

"Then how can you believe that I didn't do it?" Li Wenqiang was prepared to pay a heavy price. He knew that this matter would not go well!

"Of course we have found the real murderer. As long as we find the real murderer, how can I still doubt you?" Mu Qiu said.

Li Wenqiang thought in his mind: This clearly requires our Li family to find the murderer for them.

If you can't find it, you will have to take the blame for this matter. If I had known better, I wouldn't have provoked Mu Qiu. Who knew that such an inconspicuous boy could have such a powerful force behind him.

"If you encounter difficulties, you must come to me. Although Li is not talented, he still has the power to speak. Come, Mr. Mu, Li will toast you again."

The two of them are the host and guest enjoying a meal, at least on the surface, but what happens behind the scenes is unknown...

Mu Qiu returned to the suite after eating, although the murderer had not been found yet.

But he was still planning to go to work tomorrow. There was no way he could not find the murderer for a day, so he would have been hiding in the Sun Moon Dangkong Building, not to mention he had the Chaos Holy Body.

Most people can't do anything to him. Suddenly, her little mother called. Mu Qiu thought it must be about Su Dapeng, so she picked up the phone.

"Hey, little mom"

"Xiao Qiuqiu, have you missed my little mother?" The little mother's voice over there was as charming as ever.

"Think about it, I think about it day and night." Hearing her little mother's voice, Mu Qiu's mood became even better.

"I've already said hello to the police station over there. Just find a time to pick Su Dapeng out." Jun Riyue remembered the purpose of her call.

"Okay, thank you, mom." Mu Qiu talked to her mom for a while before hanging up the phone.

On the bright sun, Mu Qiu drove to work as usual. When they arrived at the psychological consultation room, Didou was sitting in front of the computer doing nothing.

"You're here. Has Lele's matter been resolved?" Didou asked about Lele's matter as soon as he saw Mu Qiu. He was still very depressed. Why didn't this little girl agree to my friend request? . ,,.