The Adventures of My All-Rounder Wife

The air seemed to be evacuated suddenly.

Mo Strontium turned around, and it took a while before he said with difficulty, "Master Mo, are you with Miss Lu?"

Movan sitting on the front row of the sofa in the living room eating melons, his face was paralyzed and he twitched twice.

Is Mo Sr on the phone?

Why are you crying like that?

No wonder he didn't hear it.

Xiao Qimo opened up and put his hands on his chest when he put down the handset of the phone.

He just stood here quietly, giving people a strong sense of oppression invisibly, even though it was still separated by thousands of miles, across the phone line.

"I heard that you made up a lot of text messages and sent them to me." The gentle man said indifferently, "I plan to confess to Lu Mian and fool me."

He doesn't need to read those text messages to know what they are.

"..."

Do you know what it means to be self-contained?

Do you know what slap on the face is?

Mo Strontium is now.

Day by day, she reported to Miss Lu’s itinerary on time every day as if it were true, but the two bosses were getting tired of each other. The text messages that he racked his brains so vividly that he almost believed it were now all jokes.

He even discussed with Miss Lu not to wear clothes...

So, it was Movan that answered the phone before?

Why is the sound like that bear?

He was familiar with it and didn't dare to recognize it.

"Master Mo... I said I was forced, do you believe it?" Humble Mo Sr, crying online.

Believe it or not, is it important?

Xiao Qimo interrupted him mercilessly: "I can't do anything with Lu Mian, I can't cure you?"

Someone must pay for this matter. That person is not Lu Mian, but someone else.

Mo Sr's heart sank more and more.

It's finished, he's finished.

Goodbye mom, I will sail tonight.

"Master Mo, I...I was wrong..." Mo Sr's desire to survive overflowing the telephone receiver, the three people here heard it really.

Mo Fan silently gave him some wax.

Having committed Lord Mo's taboo, Immortal Daluo could not save him.

When Xiao Qimo was wondering where to distribute Strontium Mo, Lu Mian gave Xiao Qimo a speechless look, his tone was rather rigid.

"Director Qi, don't scare him." Lu Mian curled his eyebrows, "You have assigned Mo Strontium to me. He is now my person."

Xiao Qimo:...

"Mianmian, I haven't done anything yet!"

"So, this is a reminder."

The domineering girl cut off Xiao Qimo's flame neatly and turned her head to appease Mo Strontium: "Mo Strontium, it's all right."

Without Xiao Qimo's personal consent, Mo Sr couldn't believe it, but Lord Mo didn't speak. Under this pressure, he didn't even dare to take the initiative to speak.

Lu Mian squinted his eyes and scanned Xiao Qimo.

Xiao Qimo received the signal she hinted, with a black face, and reluctantly said: "Let's take this as an example."

"Yay?"

Mo Fan: This, this is over?

"Thank you Miss Lu, thank you Lord Mo!" Mo Sr was happy, and a big rock fell in his heart. Lu Mian seemed to be able to hear the sound of his feet jumping.

"By the way, Miss Lu, the old man said he would come to Wucheng for two days to find you, what should I do?!"

"Master?"

Xiao Qimo twisted his eyebrows, "It should be my grandfather. Why did he go to Wucheng again?"

Lu Mian knew that Xiao Qimo had a good relationship with his grandfather, and asked Mo Sr: "Then please entertain Grandpa Xiao first, and I will go back as soon as possible."

Xiao Qimo shook his head, "No need to entertain, it's not the first time he has gone."

The man paused, remembering something, and slowly added: "He has other things to go to Wucheng. I guess he can only see you after he is busy."

Lu Mian let out a cry.

"But Miss Lu..." Mo Sr over there spoke again. "The old man sent me a calligraphy copybook. He said that he had carefully compiled it for you. There are no other fans. You have it. You must I really like..."

"Fans..." Xiao Qimo twitched his lips.

Wasn't it because Lu Mian accurately found the old man's work from a bunch of calligraphy and painting, he would really put gold on his face. Lu Mian is just smarter, he is not his fan.

Lu Mian has only one idol, and that is W.

"Don't care about him." Xiao Qimo wouldn't let his wife climb the wall, nor would his grandfather.

The smelly old man doesn't need to help him marry his wife home, and he only takes care of developing his own offline and grabbing his fans.

Who can stand this grievance?

Lu Mian was a little bit dumbfounded. There was a misunderstanding about this, but the other party was Director Qi's grandfather, the elder of the Xiao family, of course Lu Mian would not neglect.

"Or, just treat it as me."

She said so, and then made a decision: "Mo Sr, you help me put the copybook of Grandpa Xiao. Then...you take a photo of the copybook and send it to my mailbox. I will research and study during this time.

"Okay!" Mo Sr Sahuan hung up the phone.

Xiao Qimo protested: "You are obviously not a fan of my grandpa, you said that your idol is only me..."

Lu Mian tilted her head, as if thinking of a solution, she spoke very seriously after a while.

"How about... I turn your grandpa into my fan?"

The crowd of melon-eating people with facial paralyzed faces almost burst into laughter, turning a generation of masters of calligraphy and painting into their own fan. Is Miss Lu's confidence wholesale?

"..."

With a thumbs up that Xiao Qimo admired, Lu Mian's brain circuit is powerful!

"Then you practice your calligraphy, I am extremely looking forward to the way that old man fans you."

However, it might be a bit difficult this time...

Lu Mian solemnly promised, "I work hard."

——

Xiao Qimo regained his professionalism and finally he was willing to devote part of his energy to solving the case.

The office was welcoming spring, and immediately got busy in accordance with his instructions. Xiao Qimo also re-drawn the investigation direction, one-third of the people followed the previous plan, and the remaining two-thirds of the team members focused on the investigation of the holographic projection.

Everyone understands that the focus is on the latter.

Even if the suspicious spy message appeared, everyone temporarily put aside their worries and took action.

Xiao Qimo knew that his decision had nothing to do with Lu Mian, and it had nothing to do with the spy's information. It was an assumption he had reasoned out long ago.

After two days of busy work, everyone had their own gains.

That evening, Wang Zhiqi came to Lu Mian's room and told them to go to the restaurant for a gathering.

"Where is Mr. Qi? Is it in there?"

Mo Fan kept his mouth open, "Yes. Master Mo is practicing handwriting with Miss Lu."

"Miss Lu is practicing calligraphy?" Wang Zhiqi shook her body. "She is a sturdy girl who goes wild, can she be steady?"

Mo vanadium said he didn't know.

After Wang Zhiqi knocked on the door, he saw pen, ink, paper and inkstone spread on the desk, and Mr. Lu was holding the brush in a decent way.

He didn't take it seriously, and smiled, "Miss Lu, Mr. Qi, let's go to the restaurant for dinner together. Captain Dyne said that everyone has worked hard in the past two days, so get together!"

At some point, the respected Xiao Qimo had been subconsciously placed behind Lu Mian by everyone.

Lu Mian calmly dropped the last stroke and went out with Xiao Qimo.

Seeing the room through Sikong, Wang Zhiqi respectfully invited the big man out.

After reflecting and calming down, Sikong saw that after greeted Lu Mian, Feng's eyes were stained with enthusiasm, and he politely and proactively reached out to Xiao Qimo.

"Mr. Qi, good night."

Xiao Qimo's eyes fell deep on the opponent's hand, his breath stunned, and his eyes narrowed.

Ah.