One afternoon, Mu Zi cen was restless, people were obviously in the conference room, but his mind did not know where to go, in the face of a subordinate who reported on the work, he pretended to be focused, and nodded his head perfunctorily.
Although the subordinates were surprised that Mu Zong was so good at talking today, he did not dare to ask more.
The four-hour meeting was finally over, and Mu Zi cen was the first to get up and leave the conference room, quickly walked back to the office, and took out his mobile phone to check whether there was a missed call.
There were already quite a few people sent out by herself, and if the woman was just gambling, she should not have gone far, but she was afraid that she had now returned to the villa.
Thinking about this, his eyes darkened a little, and the cold color of the cover gradually warmed up a few points, and even he didn't know that he was so concerned about the death or death of the woman in his heart.
A bell rang, interrupting his thoughts, and he paused
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