Mo Deshi was almost crying, "Brother Urban Management, I was wrong. I will never peek at what beautiful women are wearing again."

Su Si, "..."

Hold!

Unexpectedly, this beggar looks like he has no backbone and does something inferior.

In the future, I will tell Ranran not to pass through this overpass!

"My boss is Qin Jingcheng."

Shut up, damn!

Being confused!

"What did Mr. Qin ask me for?"

"Let you meet someone and bring your food tools."

After Su Si finished speaking, he put down the nothing.

"Okay." Mo Deshi answered like a stream, and then he turned out a broken bowl from a pile of quilts that he hadn't washed for many years, "Let's go."

Su Si twitched hard.

Although there were no lights at the bottom of the overpass, the street lights above still shone a little light in. He could see that he was holding a broken bowl instead of a copper compass.

"The boss told you that you brought the food tools."

"Yes, this is my eating tool."

If you beg for a bowl, can you use a bucket?

Su Si was speechless. You beggar is really competent.

He slapped him on the head, "A tool for fortune telling!"

"Ah? Oh." Mo Deshi quickly looked for it, carried a rag bag on his back, and followed Su Si.

Looking at the car parked on the side of the road, it will cost millions no matter what?

He sat on it so dirty...

Seeing him hesitating, Su Si said indifferently, "It's okay, sit down."

Anyway, it's not his car. Ahem, I got a trick from my subordinates, so I asked him to wash the car at that time.

Nothing is too embarrassed to be embarrassed, but Qin Jingcheng looked for it in the middle of the night, and there must be something urgent.

So he got into the car, followed Su Si to a community, and walked into an apartment.

Qin Jingcheng was sitting in the living room, throwing a woman on the ground.

The woman was lying flat, her head tilted toward the door, and she could see her face as soon as she came in.

Mo Deshi's pupils contract slightly.

Retracted his gaze and looked at Qin Jingcheng for unknown reasons.

"Mr. Qin, you are asking me for it..."

Mo Deshi's eyes changed just now, and Qin Jingcheng had already seen it. He was a little more sure of Min Min who cursed Xia Weibao.

He raised his chin slightly and pointed to Min Min on the ground, "Do you think it's the one who cursed my wife?"

"good."

Mo Deshi walked to Min Min and squatted down, pinched his fingers and calculated, and then took the compass and tweaked it. He tightened his eyebrows and loosened them, loosened them and tightened them.

His expression changed several times and became more and more solemn.

Finally, he looked up and saw Qin Jingcheng, "Mr. Qin, do you have her birth date?"

"No."

"this……"

"I need a birth date?" When I calculated it for him and Qin Wu, I could tell at a glance that I didn't need anything else.

Mo Deshi nodded, "Yes, her fate... is a bit strange. It should be her, but she can't get a glimpse of the secrets of heaven. It's better to have a birth date."

Qin Jingcheng was silent for two seconds and nodded.

Someone sent Mo Deshi and Min Min back.

Min Min was put on a pill and slept very heavily. She slept until ten o'clock the next day, which scared the Min family's servants to think she was sick.

When I woke up, my body felt a little sore, and there were large bruises on several parts of my arms and legs, and it seemed that I had been beaten up.

She was a little confused. She slept well at home last night, so why was she beaten?

No, these bruises don't look like they were hit, but rather like they were thrown.
Chapter completed!