A few minutes later, Qian Ruozhi thought of something, pushed him away, and asked: "So, you took that check?!"

"Yeah." someone answered honestly.

"Did you know that Jin sent me a check?!"

"Of course." Mu Juebing raised his eyebrows. There was nothing in this apartment that he didn't know.

"And what did you do with the check?"

"Is this important?"

"Of course, you won't just take it and return it to Jin, right?" Qian Ruozhi was a little worried, as doing so would hurt Jin's self-esteem.

Unexpectedly, Mu Juebing pursed his lips and said, "Absolutely."

"Ah? Stinky ice cube, why are you like this?! How sad is Jin? He just wanted to help us and gave us the check!"

"But why does my woman want other men's money?!" Moubing's voice suddenly became overbearing.

Xiaozhi's heart warmed up slightly when she heard him say the words "my woman". Seeing that he was a little awkward, she curled her lips, reached out and grabbed one of his arms, and explained weakly: "

I don't want to use Jin's money. I know that nothing in this world can trouble you. By your side, I don't have to worry about money at all. But... after all, Jin sent the check because he cares about us... So...

…”

She didn't say anything else, she just kept looking at him, because she felt Bing understood.

And this is also true. Seeing her well-behaved look, Mu Juebing's heart suddenly softened. He sighed: "So, if we return the money directly to Jin, are you afraid that Jin will feel uncomfortable?!"

"Yeah." The little girl nodded wildly.

"Idiot!" Mu Juebing couldn't help but tap her forehead, "Then did I say that I would give it back to him directly?"

"Ah, isn't it?!"

"Of course not." Do you think he is as stupid as her? "I used it to do something very important."

"What?!"

"Hey, I really should force you to read newspapers in the future." Mu Juebing sighed, "Last week, Nan Fengjin's new painting was auctioned, and it sold for 11 million, setting a new auction record for modern painters."

"Ah? So you used it to buy Jin's paintings."

"Otherwise?" Mu Juebing was angry and funny.

However, now that the auction is over, he thinks that Nan Fengjin’s paintings will never be sold for less than 10 million in the future...

"But, where are the paintings?" The little girl struggled to remember, but there was still no trace at all.

"I'll stay at the villa in Qingcheng Mountain." This was considered as reward for Mo Yongye.

"ah?"

"Ah what?" Xiaozhi was hit on the head again, "Do you want to hang here?"

"Well, let's forget it then." Qian Ruozhi shook her head knowingly.

If you hang here, I'm afraid someone's face will look like an iceberg every day.

"You?" Mu Juebing stretched out his hand, took her into his arms again, and ordered angrily, "Don't think about these messy things again!"

With him by her side, why would it be her turn to be troubled?!

"Hehe, okay." Someone bowed into his arms obediently, like a little pig.

The corners of Mu Juebing's mouth curled up slightly.

The next second, he moved slightly, his lips just touched the little girl's earlobe, and he kissed him. From the ears, to the eyes, to the nose, to the cheeks, and finally fell on the lips...

Xiaozhi closed her eyes obediently and kissed him back. Their lips touched each other, their tongues touched lightly, it was beautiful and sweet...
Chapter completed!