"We are going out to play, of course we need to have a big villa to feel comfortable..." Lu Anran explained calmly.

Guining: "..." My mother, have I caught a rich woman?

Qin Hui and Li Zitong patted her on the shoulder, making her calm. After all, they were so shocked when they saw An Ran gnawing on real gold.

While they were not paying attention, Lu Anran took out a pen and paper and wrote down an address, and said to Luobo in a cold tone: "This is the Lu family cosmetics warehouse. You can destroy their inventory tonight."

"Wow, this kind of task, do you think Benzai is a person who does bad things? Benzai..."

"Two pieces of gold."

"Geegi... I'm a radish who can do bad things, because I'm a radish that can do bad things!" A radish happily circled in the air.

...

On the car.

Ming Qi was driving, while Chu Shimu and Yi Ziran were sitting behind the car.

They were heading towards the villa.

With a "ding~", Yi Ziran's cell phone rang.

I looked down and saw that it was a message from his sister.

[Brother, when will Brother Shi Mu arrive? I cook all the dishes he likes to eat, and the dishes are almost cold.]

Through the screen, Yi Ziran could feel his sister's urgent appearance.

He covered his face helplessly.

Why has my sister who has been raising me for nearly twenty years not cooked a meal for him, but I learned how to cook for a while?

Inexplicably sad...

The most important thing is... Sisi actually knew what Shi Mu liked to eat!

How did she know?

He and Ming Qi and Lu family studied this issue for more than 20 years, but no results were obtained.

Even a certain boss Chu... doesn't know what he likes to eat.

Strange, how did Sisi know?

Yi Ziran couldn't even think of it, so he couldn't help but ask Chu Shimu beside him, "Shimu, what do you like to eat?"

"Little Anran." A big man was lowering his head and drawing something. When he heard his words, he didn't raise his head and said these three words coldly.

The atmosphere in the car calmed down for a second.

Yi Ziran: “…”

Ming Qi driving: "..."

What can we say? It seems that nothing is right to say at this time.

Silence...silence...or silence...

I don’t know how long it was silent, but Yi Ziran turned his head secretly and found that Chu Shimu was focused on looking at the drawing board in his hand.

He seemed to have been carrying this drawing board since he got in the car. Could it be that he had been drawing all the time?

But, what did he draw?

He remembers that he doesn't have a hobby of painting?

Yi Ziran sat over with curiosity.

"Shi Mu, what are you drawing?"

"Little Anran." The cold eyes of a certain boss flashed, and the brush held by his slender fingers moved faster.

A junior girl from Hualu? This is so exciting.

Yi Ziran was full of expectations, but when he saw a stickman with a crooked nose on the drawing board, his smile gradually disappeared and then directly distorted.

"Is this... Junior Sister Lu?" Yi Ziran asked an extremely distorted question.

"What? Do you think it doesn't look like it?" A big man narrowed his cold eyes slightly, and his afterglow shot towards Yi Ziran.

"It looks so much!" Yi Ziran widened his eyes and applauded wildly.

At the same time, he kept screaming in his heart, conscience, I'm sorry, I betray you again.

Hearing Yi Ziran's words, the stern eyebrows of a certain boss stretched out. He snorted: "Go back and frame it with photo frames and hang it in my bedroom."

Yi Ziran: "???"

He looked at the stickman with a crooked nose, big mouth, cracked ears, short legs, thick waist, and different arms lengths, and looked at him again and again, thinking, wouldn't Shi Mu's conscience hurt? He could actually turn the cute Lu Primary School Girl into this ghost.

But no matter how much indignation is, it finally turns into a sentence: "Okay, I will frame it immediately when I go back!"
Chapter completed!