"Are you sure you want to do this?" Mu Lifeng leaned against the end of the bed, looked at Beitangshuo's feet on the quilt, and then looked at his calm and unpredictable face, and asked lazily.
"Stop talking nonsense, just do whatever you want, hurry up." Beitangshuo glared at him fiercely. This guy was getting more and more verbose, and asked him to do something so undecisively.
Mu Lifeng simply leaned back with his chest and looked at Beitangshuo with a narrow face. He seemed to be saying, "Wait, just be anxious, I like to see you are anxious the most, who told you to make me lose so
many.
Beitangshuo gritted his teeth. He wanted to slap him away with one palm, but now he has something to ask him to endure it. He can only endure it. He was ruthless and said coldly: "Ten thousand taels!"
"Trade!" Mu Lifeng was waiting for what he said. He clapped his hands and hurriedly ran to the table with his face, holding the medicine box on the table, then came to the bed and sat down, holding the intact one.
After a few glances at his feet, he began to bandage him carefully.
Beitangshuo looked at Mu Lifeng's plywood, bandages on his feet, closed his beautiful eyes in satisfaction, and smiled light appeared on the corner of his mouth.
This fall made him quite satisfied. Wen Xining had nothing to do with his old injuries, but he just took advantage of this "injury" to enjoy it.
However, he had already remembered some of the hatred in his heart, and he would never let those who were brave enough to harm her.
After a while, Mu Lifeng patted the bag's legs like a winter melon and said with a smile: "It's done, remember, the vase is 20,000, the screen is 50,000, the incense burner is 30,000, and the meat cushion is 113,000, and the meat cushion is 110,000, and then
Add the 10,000 you just made a total of 223,000 taels. If you take a fraction of the friendship price, you will count 220,000. How about it, I am loyal enough."
Listening to the long list of numbers Mu Lifeng said in one breath, Beitangshuo slowly opened his eyes, glanced at him with a pair of black eyes, and was silent for a moment, and spit out four words: "Remember it in the account...
…”
With a sound of thump, Mu Lifeng fell from the bed and sat on the ground in a gorgeous manner.
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This chapter is a little short, but it's fun, hehe. The preview of the next episode: How will Shuoer, who pretends to be broken, mess with Ningning? Do you want to watch it? Hehe...