MTL - The Law of Transmigration: The Black-Hearted God’s Domineering Love

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She thought that she would let her go?

Muring’s movements were somewhat rude and put the pen on the side of the computer into the arms of Luoliyan.

"You are now re-doing your company's advertising program."

What?

This advertising case is not owned by herself. She just has to run a leg. Why do you want to do this kind of thankless thing?

If it is known to the people in the company, I am afraid that I will leave the order and leave the room.

She does not want this task to be completed before she becomes an unemployed.

The apricots of the glass of water, like water, have to be rounded like a little beast that has been blown up.

Mu Ling's dark scorpion flashed a glimmer of light, and resisted the urge to pinch her. He grasped the fist and put it on his lips and coughed.

[System prompt: Congratulations on the successful emergence of the male owner, reward 5 gold peas, the existing good feelings 15. 】

Listening to the sudden reminder of the system, the long eyelashes of Luoyan smoke shivered like a small brush, covering the mood of the fundus.

Honestly holding the pen plan, rolled to the side of the sofa, she looked like a confession of the copy.

When the villain in the real heart is violent, he will quickly overturn the roof.

If this way of Mu Ling's feelings about himself is based on his own pain, she is really afraid that she will be able to kill him.

It is a pity that Mu Lingqi did not notice the fluctuation of the mood of Luoliyan. Instead, he felt that the keyboard was struck with the flipping of the paper, and the sound was especially harmonious.

This made him feel the stability he had before.

The time is quietly flowing, and the years are quiet.

When Mu Lingyi returned from the heavy work, he was already near lunch time.

At this time, the office was already silent, and the little man who should have been planning seriously had already slept on the sofa.

Sakura red's little lips are slightly open, with a little bit of water, and the pink tongue is faint.

Mu Ling's body was like an electric shock, and it was a mess.

He picked up his throat and looked at the glass of tobacco in aggression, breathing slowly and heavy.

It was not until he heard the sweet dreams that he slammed back.

I am really a konjac.

The little guy who has seen this several times has even made him feel like he has been ignoring his heart for a long time.

After a bitter smile, Mu Lingqi walked to the sofa with a light hand and took off his suit and covered it.

Suddenly a light and crisp ringing broke the silence of the room. The glass of glare shook and shook, and the eyes rolled and rolled, and it would wake up.

Muring quickly grabbed the phone on the carpet and pressed it silently. The slender big palm gently patted her back.

"Oh, don't be afraid!"

The low, hoarse voice, with a touch of laziness, lured the glass of smoke into the deep dream.

Looking at the phone, the words "Tiger Auntie" flashed silently, and Mu Lingqie happily evoked the lips.

Press the answer button and put it on your ear, and there is a sharp roar from the end.

"Luoyan, let you go to Mu's to send a document, one morning, you don't even report it back, don't you want to do it?"

"What kind of reply does the kind of garbage need to listen to when it is sent to Mu?" The temperature in Mu Ling's eyes dissipated into ice, and the deliberately low voice could not cover the thick taunts in the words.