Chapter 1492: The seven-year itch (The leader of the Wuxinren scared me yesterday!!!)

Then draw one that is neither long nor short.
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Gu Liang looked at them and sighed helplessly: "Are you letting me make my own decision?"
Hachijo sloshed in the air, without a sense of communication.
Gu Liang closed his eyes with a headache: "Silly than."
I don't know who I am scolding.
...
Here, Murong Cheng hung up the phone, and Mu Zi expressed anger: "Every time I ask you to call and talk something, why is it so difficult? Can't you just take care of it?!"
"I treat him as my sister-in-law. Isn't it enough?"
Mu Zi was so angry that he wanted to hit someone, "Ah! Yeah, you really take care when you hurt someone! I asked you to persuade him to go to the auction. Did you persuade him? No mention of it!"
Murong Cheng comforted her: "Don't worry, Gu Liang will definitely go, I even said Green Grassland, unless he is not a man, how can he bear it?"
Mu Zi had given up on breaking with him and made a decision directly: "Prepare the luggage, let's go to UnderTheRose."
Murong Cheng was stunned.
Mu Zi looked serious: "If Gu Liang doesn't go, we will pay to buy Tangtang back. In short, we can't let her fall into the wrong hands anyway. What if the new owner is Bai Jinyan's drug dealer? She has no opinion at all, and does everything to please her master!"
Murong Cheng looked at Mu Zi...
He suddenly realized that he was wrong, forgetting that his wife was the "Goddess of Justice".
"I will call Gu Liang again to make sure that he will definitely participate in the auction. At the end of the year, we have scheduled a European parent-child tour..."
"Cancel." Mu Zi resolutely refused, "I just thought about it. It's hard to clarify the relationship. Even if Gu Liang goes, it may not be able to solve the problem. Maybe the two will still have a commotion. I have to go there in person. Otherwise, I don’t worry, let Mom and Pete take the children."
Without waiting for Murong Cheng to persuade, Mu Zi got up and left to take care of the children.
Bai Wei passed by and glanced at the two worriedly, "Zizi, you and Rong Cheng are the nearest..."
"It's okay, Mom." Mu Zi exhaled, with a very tired tone, "Maybe it's a seven-year itch."
Murong Cheng on the sofa darkened his face and shouted angrily: "What is the seven-year itch?! Mu Zi! You come back to me! Speak clearly!"
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UnderTheRose, literally understood as under the rose, is actually an allusion, which has a secret and private meaning. The allusion comes from Roman mythology.
The rich would always want to find something interesting, but the black market was rude and messy, so a seemingly elegant gathering gradually appeared, dedicated to providing the most powerful and celebrities with the most top services and the most exotic products.
People who can run this kind of business are naturally powerful and mysterious.
If Murong Cheng and Gu Liang knew that Huang Laogui could connect with these people, he would be surprised.
These days, Huang Laogui has been taking Tangtang to buy and buy, and all his clothes and jewelry have been repurchased, and he lost his money.
Tangtang didn't like new clothes. He stood in front of the mirror, touched his neckline, and said, "It's troublesome to wear, and my neck is strangled."
This is a costume from the late Qing Dynasty, with fat clothes with wide sleeves, fringed shoulders with clouds, a peacock blue background with layers of borders, and different patterns embroidered on the placket, skirt bottom and cuffs.
Tangtang couldn't understand, it was very cumbersome.
Huang Laogui surrounded her and babbled and coaxed: "Trouble is trouble, but it looks good! Look, how beautiful and powerful! I will ask the tailor to loosen the neckline for you in a moment, so I won’t be strangling it. Up."
Tangtang shook his head impatiently, "The head is also heavy."
"Oh my ancestor, please slow down." Huang Laogui feels distressed, holding her pearl hairpin and gold hairpin, "It's all money!"
"What about this one? Why did you let me take a towel?" Tangtang frowned, "It's troublesome to hold it in my hand all the time. This dress doesn't even have a pocket."
Huang Laogui persuaded painfully: "This is a handkerchief. You have such big sleeves, what pockets do you need?"
Tangtang touched his sleeves, found that he could fit a lot, and finally stopped a bit.