80s: Little Sweet Wife

Hearing the critical situation of Meimei, Xiao Se didn't dare to delay the time, and immediately called the Zhao family's phone, but it was the Zhao family's chef Master Yuan who answered the phone, saying that the old man went out again after he came back, and there was no one to go there. knowledge. {щww{suimеng][lā}

"How to do?"

Xiong Mumu was in a hurry and rubbed her hands together.

Xiao Se glared at him contemptuously, and scolded: "It's no use for that stupid old man in your family to go, let's save the eyebrows ourselves."

"How to save it? We can't beat Heliance's people." Xiong Mumu was very worried, and secretly hated that his skills were too poor to beat even the girl Xiao Se.

Xiao Se opened the safe. She hadn't come back to live in this house for three years, but Xiao Jingming and Feng Haitang had come back and lived there frequently, and even once became a place for their rendezvous. I told her ten times.

Of course, Miss Xiao doesn't care about the affair of her own mother. She cares about the contents of this safe. ..

Her subordinates said that whether it was Feng Haitang or Xiao Jingming, they would hide money in this safe from time to time. After three years, there should be a lot of money.

Of course, there is no need to worry about the password. It is her birthday, and no one knows it better than her.

'click'

The safe was opened smoothly, blinding Xiong Mumu's eyes. He stared at the gold bars and banknotes in the box in amazement, unable to turn his eyes.

"Your family has a lot of money..." After a long while, Xiong Mumu involuntarily sighed, and received an iron sand palm from Miss Xiao.

"You idiot, go away!"

Xiao Se casually put a few bucks in his backpack, but he didn't even count it. Xiong Mumu couldn't forget the seeds in his head that day. He estimated the amount of money in Xiao Se's backpack at a glance, which was about 50,000 or 60,000.

"What are you doing with so much money?" Xiong Mumu still didn't understand Xiao Se's purpose.

"Money can make a ghost run the mill... Oops, I can't tell you a pig for a while, but you'll know in a while."

Xiao Se impatiently told Xiong Mumu and waited impatiently for the driver to push out her baby Harley from the yard, coaxing her father to buy it back, but Xiao Jingming was frightened after seeing her ride once. The car is locked, and I dare not let my daughter ride on the street again.

"Get in the car quickly, what are you talking about?"

Xiao Se threw a helmet to Xiong Mumu. Seeing that he didn't respond for a long time, he was so angry that he grabbed him by the collar, just like throwing a chicken. Xiong Mumu sat in the back seat. Whistling away.

Facts have proved that ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ It is wise to ride a motorcycle. Although Kyoto in the early 1990s did not have as many cars as later generations, the roads today are not as wide as later generations, and traffic jams still exist. Driving is really not as good as riding a motorcycle. quick.

Xiong Mumu hugged her bleak waist tightly, and she was no longer in the mood, and her heart was about to pop out.

"Xiao Se... Do you have a driver's license..." Xiong Mumu roared.

"No...shut up..."

Xiao Se turned back and roared, Xiong Mumu was so frightened that he immediately shut up, and the hand around Xiaoman's waist became more and more forceful.

If he really became a dead soul under the car, he would have to pull his back!

Xiao Se's locomotive walked through the alleys and alleys, and arrived at the Dongfeng Hotel before Mr. Zhao. At this time, it was less than ten minutes before Meimei went upstairs. Xiao Se stopped the locomotive, and grabbed the man whose face was blue and his legs were weak. Xiong Mumu.

She didn't expect this useless coward anymore. She took out a bundle of brand new hundred-yuan bills from her backpack, tore the seal, and shouted with the money, "Today, Miss Ben's birthday, please invite the big guys to dinner. You get money for meals, and the more you eat, the more red envelopes..."