Chapter 8: You are only responsible for discharging

to look at nails, to see whether Mu Ruchen is eating gracefully, or to walk over and clean up all the nails on the ground. Since Mummy can't come, there's no need to leave him deliberately.

When Sweet cleared all the nails and turned to go, she hit her head on a hard leg.

Look up and find that the other party is admiring.

"What are you doing?" Mu Ruchen looked at the nails on the ground.

"I..."

"Thank you," Mu Ruchen slanted his lips. "See you tomorrow." After that, I got into the car.

The driver came over and drove away slowly.

This person is very good, but he is very cold, as if his life is dull, as if nobody, anything, will arouse his interest.

He knows clearly that she put the nails, but he chose not to worry, not because he is broad-minded, but because he doesn't want to worry so much about a child.

Sweet sigh, it seems that the target of Mammy's selection is still to be investigated.

Sitting in a chair, Sweet picked up her cell phone and texted the Pikachu.

Sweet: Pikachu, your nails don't seem to come in handy.

Soon, a text message came back.

Pikachu, the God of love: Why?

Sweet: My mother didn't come.

Pikachu, the God of love: Did your mother say she wanted to buy the house I told you last time?

Sweet: My mother agreed, but she wanted to ask.

Pikachu: This house already has its owner. I'll give you the phone number of this house. You can find a secret way for your mother to call this person.

Looking at the phone number, Sweet is a little confused. Why does he seem to want Mummy more with Mu Ruchen?

Sweet: Why do you want to match my mother with Muruchen?

Pikachu, the God of love: They match well.

Sweet: What's good for you to match them?

Pikachu, the God of love: It's my duty.

Sweet-faced contempt, does he really regard himself as a god of love? And is Cupid the God of love? You Pikachu is only responsible for discharging, right?

Anyway, as long as Mommy and Mommy can find a home, the rest of the things Mu Ruchen will solve, if he can not solve the problem for Mommy, then she will take Mommy to find another daddy.

Think about it, Sweet dialed another phone.

"Hello?" The voice on the other end of the phone is more languid.

"Read Dad, are you sleeping too?"

"Hmm..." The voice was like a child who had just woken up. "What's wrong, baby girl?"

"Look at Dad, there's something I want to ask you for help..."

It was ten o'clock when Ann Lixia woke up last night because he almost drew all night, and he was awakened by his mobile phone.

"Hello, baby?" Generally speaking, only her daughter can call her.

"Hey, heart and liver." At the other end of the phone came the ambiguous voice of the director.

"..." Anita wanted to beat him. "Reader, you itch, don't you?"

"Xiao Xia Xia, you call people's baby first!" There was a whine on the other end of the phone.

"Don't talk nonsense. Why do you call without going to bed in the morning?" She and the reader's work and rest time are basically the same, they do not want to sleep at night, do not want to get up in the morning.

"Of course it's for your business!" "You don't want me to inquire about the house?"

"Is there a message?" Anita wakes up immediately.

"Of course, who am I?"

"Speak up!" Anita wanted to move in with her daughter earlier.

"If you promise to eat with me..."

"Promise!" He invited it anyway.

"The developer of this house has sold it, but the person of this house has not stayed. I've got his cell phone number and you can let her sell it to you."

"Second-hand room?" Anita was slightly disgusted.

"Nominally, that's true, but I checked that the other party hasn't lived for a day, and the interior is still well decorated. You can save a decoration fee and let the other party sell it to you cheaply. Do you want this kind of good thing?"

"Yes, please give me your cell phone number quickly."

Although Lixia is not good at it, she must try. If she succeeds, I believe her daughter will be very happy.

When she received the text message, she thought a little and immediately dialed the place.

"Who is it?" Low voice, very formal, very magnetic.

"..." Anita felt the other side's indifference and shrewdness, that is to say, it was not easy to deal with.

But that won't stop her!

"Hello, I heard that there is a property under your name, it is empty, no room, would you like to sell it to the outside world?" Anita made her voice as soft as possible.

On the other end of the phone, there was silence, as if he had stepped out from somewhere. Maybe he just spoke in such a formal tone because it was inconvenient to speak?

"Who are you?"

"I am a cartoonist, I..."

"Name."

"An Lixia."

"Hmm." The voice of the other side has obviously changed a little.

But Anita couldn't feel it.

"You... Are they for sale?" Anita asked very simply.

"I want to have an interview about this matter."

"Cocoa