Chapter 647: The man on the spire of the pyramid

"Check the surrounding surveillance."
Stealing things on the person next to the prince's pillow is no longer bold, but desperate!
Mo Boyuan turned to look at his wife:
"My wife, I found the certificate."
Jiang Tingxu raised his head:
"Where?" asked anxiously.
Jiang Tingxu was not so angry when he was able to retrieve his credentials. There was nothing in his bag, not even a small purse, except for cell phones, masks, tissues and keys.
These are all okay. If you lose it, you will lose it. Buy it anytime, anywhere.
"They will come here later."
Jiang heard Xu let out a long sigh:
"Yeah." answered.
Wen Jie also laughed:
"Since all the important documents have been retrieved, don't be unhappy."
Jiang Tingxu wasn't just about losing his bag, but he didn't know what happened in his heart, and he suddenly suspected something.
However, Aunt Wen was still there, and she swallowed back if she wanted to ask a man.
Mo Boyuan has always been paying attention to the woman behind him, naturally seeing all this in his eyes:
"I have sent someone to reissue the phone card, and I will bring it along with my mobile phone."
This man, in fact, is really attentive.
Thinking about Mo Boyuan's identity, the person standing at the top of the pyramid can do this, enough.
Of course, Auntie Wen was very pleased. The better the relationship between the young couple, the happier being an elder!
Mo Boyuan was fine, with a slight smile on his face, but Jiang Tingxu couldn't bear the ambiguous atmosphere in the car:
"Stop ahead and stop going to the parking lot."
"it is good."
The man responded softly.
Jiang Tingxu blushed again by the man's clever response. He moved the corners of his lips, but said nothing.
Mo Boyuan didn't dare to go too far and changed the subject:
"Auntie Wen, the designer will arrive tomorrow. Should he go directly to the hospital or?"
Aunt Wen heard:
"Why did you still hire the designer? Don't bother, just repaint the wall and re-lay the floor?"
This requirement really cannot be simpler.
Mo Boyuan didn't speak, but Jiang heard Xu's voice:
"Auntie Wen, don't refuse. Let's get a better place to live, and live comfortably and happily? It's not about spending on other things."
If you buy a bag for a famous brand or something, Aunt Wen is definitely not 100% unacceptable.
But it is true that the place to live in the future, in general, will live in a place of old age, it seems, it is not so difficult to accept.
"All right." Pursing his lips, he agreed rather hard.
In fact, I'm used to it. I don't like extravagance and wasteful spending.
The home is clean and can live in.
But after all, Xiaomo has already recruited all the designers, and Wen Jie is even less likely to refuse.
And Wen Jie is not short of this money. In other words, he is also the famous director of the thoracic surgery department of Yuncheng No. 1 Hospital. The decoration fee is about 200,000 yuan.
Seeing that Aunt Wen agreed, the couple smiled knowingly.
After that, Jiang Tingxu and Wen Jie got off early, and Mo Boyuan drove to the parking lot below.
In the elevator, as soon as Jiang Tingxu and Wen Jie entered, a man with a hat also came in.
Wen Jie pressed the number keys and asked the man casually:
"Boy, how many floors are you going to?"
"15, thank you."
As early as when the man said that he was going to the 15th floor, Jiang Tingxu frowned unconsciously, and his eyes began to scrutinize.
This unit building, from 12 to 15, was bought by Mo Boyuan. Except for the upper and lower sets of Huahua and himself, the bodyguards lived in the other houses.
Although Jiang Tingxu was not so familiar with the bodyguards at home, he had all met him.