Mu's mother was carefully taking off her gloves. With his force, the half-taken off glove was ripped off her right hand, and several sticky blisters were immediately torn open. The opened glove was covered with blood.
Qin Zhaoyang's palm trembled, and he stretched out his palm to grab Mu's mother's right wrist that she wanted to hide behind her back. He glanced at the worrying wounds. The man frowned and pulled her towards the door.
Mu's mother resisted twice but failed to break free. She was already pulled out of the master bedroom by the man.
"Where are you taking me?"
Qin Zhaoyang didn't say a word, but just pulled her towards the door. His hands were too hasty, and his knee accidentally hit the corner of the coffee table, which made a muffled sound.
Lin Zifan heard the noise outside the door and rushed in worriedly.
"lady!"
Before he could see what was going on, Qin Zhaoyang had already shouted angrily.
"Ask the driver to wait at the door!"
When Lin Zifan took out his cell phone to make a call, he had already dragged Mu's mother out of the guest room.
After a while, the three of them went downstairs and walked through the lobby. The driver had already driven the car outside the door. Unable to wait for Lin Zifan to follow, Qin Zhaoyang had already opened the door and stuffed Mu's mother in. Then he got into the back seat and closed the door. At the same time, he threw two words to the driver.
"Hospital!"
As the car left the lobby, Mother Mu glanced sideways at him and retracted her arms to retract her fingers, but the man's big hands gripped her wrist tightly like iron pliers, as if she would disappear if he let go of his fingers.
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It was already eight o'clock in the evening, and several planning groups were still having intense discussions in the conference room on the top floor of the M Moser Building.
The main content of this planning meeting was to discuss how to develop and use the land that Mu Tianye spent a huge sum of money to acquire.
After all, investing more than 2 billion yuan is not a small amount even for M Moser, not to mention that at the critical moment when Goldman Sachs is preparing to invade the real estate market of City A, this project is particularly important. Mu Tianye specially arranged three tasks team to do this planning.
The three parties were arguing with each other, but Mu Tianye just sat quietly on the chair without saying a word.
Raising his palms to signal everyone to be quiet for now, the director of the planning department pressed his stomach, which was already aching from hunger.
"Mr. Mu, which case do you prefer?"
Mu Tianye lightly pressed his fingers on the table, "No office buildings, no shopping malls, no apartments!"
Three people refused, completely negating the plans of the three teams, and everyone at the table was stunned with big eyes and small eyes.
"Then..." a project manager whispered, "it can't be a private residence, right?"
If such expensive land is used for residential projects, the profit will be almost negligible.
After all, real estate projects are just that. Mu Tianye rejected three ideas in an instant, which really made everyone feel at a loss. Therefore, the project manager who was usually afraid of him couldn't help but complain a little.
His voice was not high-pitched, but it still caught Mu Tianye's ears, and the man's eyebrows suddenly frowned.
"You're asking me?"
The table fell silent for an instant, and everyone held their breath.
The project manager also realized that he had accidentally said the wrong thing and hurriedly stood up, "Mr. Mu, I'm sorry, I... I didn't mean that."
Mu Tianye narrowed his eyes and said nothing, and the atmosphere in the conference room instantly became extremely depressing.
Buzz —
Someone's phone suddenly vibrated.
Everyone quickly reached into their pockets, fearing that their cell phones would bring bad luck to the Lord of Hell.
In the main seat, Mu Tianye put the mobile phone to his ear, and his voice changed from cold and stern to gentle and soft.
"What's wrong?"
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Are you depressed after reading the plot chapters these days? ~! ~
The plot chapter must be written, otherwise the plot will remain where it is and the truth will remain buried underwater.
Well, sorry, a ton of highly sweet dog food is on the way and is expected to arrive tomorrow.
Happy weekend, good night little princesses~! ~