Unfortunately, the other party was completely focused on Chu Mu and couldn't see Fu Jun's face that looked like it was twitching.
[Old Eight, open the slow-speed eye.]
System Lao Ba is equivalent to the intelligent manager in Chu Mu's consciousness. It will make adjustments according to the master's orders.
Just like now, it applied the slow-speed eye that Chu Mu obtained in the AI plane to him.
The leader of the black fans has the power to control the main plot, but unfortunately Chu Mu has a cheat.
In the slow-motion eyes, every movement of the waiter seemed to become a PPT, click and play.
Chu Mu accurately grasped the waiter's waist before the other party's coffee pot fell over, and with a very elegant posture, he danced a tango.
"Miss, be careful." Chu Mu took the pen and paper in one hand and the coffee pot in the other, and blinked his left eye at the leader of the black fans.
He felt that he deserved a beating, but the anti-fan leader covered his red and hot face, lowered his head, turned around and ran away.
[He ran away in anger? Just like that? He's the leader of the anti-fans, isn't his mental endurance weak?]
Fu Jun coughed hard twice and glanced at Chu Mu with a strange look: Did she run away in anger? She was obviously teased by you, okay?
Chu Mu scribbled something on a piece of paper and pushed it towards Fu Yun. "I've been collecting antiques lately. Go to this address and buy me anything new."
[When you see your discarded token of love, there will be one more sad person in the world.]
Fu Jun clenched the note paper tightly, and the strength was so great that it attracted Chu Mu's sidelong glance.
"Okay..." The tall man's inner conflict was going on endlessly.
He wanted to believe Qiao Qiao.
But……
bite.
The phone on the desk rang. Chu Mu slid it open and saw the same garbled text again:
"Check out Weibo. I just sent you a gift."
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