In the head office of the Wumeng League, Lin Mo was reviewing and reviewing recent files.

"Bang bang bang." There was a knock on the office door.

Lin Mo didn't look up, just looked at the file and said, "Come in."

The two Basha Shenshan disciples pushed open the office door and walked in.

The leading disciple looked at Lin Mo and said with a hint of joy in his tone.

"Report uncle, that Miao family is a rising star in Panyang City, and has been in the limelight recently."

"That woman named Wang Jinjin was murdered by Miao Junhao, the young master of the Miao family, who contacted a group of underground black forces on the outskirts of the city."

"Miao's family..." Lin Mo looked at the files handed over by the three, and said with some thought, and finally made up his mind.

"Now gather people to surround the Miao family, and today no one can let go."

The two Basha Shenshan disciples nodded their heads and turned around to gather the staff.

Lin Mo marked the files on the table one by one, making sure that those were those, and then stood up from the chair.

After calling out Tai Ah, Lin Mo gently stroked its sword body and said happily.

"Tai Ah, I haven't let you out for a long time, don't you blame me?"

Tai A's sword trembled slightly, but Lin Mo could feel its joy.

"Uncle, the Wumeng team has been assembled."

Lin Mo nodded, and followed the disciples of Basha Shenshan and walked downstairs together.

At this moment, the Miao family is full of guests, and today is the 80th birthday of Mr. Miao.

In the entire Panyang City, most of the people with heads and faces all came to congratulate.

"Patriarch Han sent a pair of five-meter-high blood jade corals to congratulate Mr. Miao on his long life and good health."

"The Wang family presented a contract of 300 million yuan, and congratulations to the Wang and Miao families for everlasting unity and friendship from generation to generation."

"Send from the Liu family..."

Old Master Miao, who was sitting on the Taishi chair at the front of the hall, listened to the sound of paying tribute from the servants outside the door, and the smile on his face could not be concealed.

Since coming to Pan Yang.

Everyone has an attitude towards the Miao family that they can only make good friends and not hold grudges.

There is no other reason, just because the Miao family was airborne in Panyang City after the Yin family was destroyed.

As soon as the Miao family arrived, they began to frantically invade the market in Panyang City.

Most of the market occupied by the Yin family was quickly taken over by the Miao family.

"Grandpa, Murong's house is coming soon, does the grandson want to go out to meet him?"

Miao Dujiao's eyelids sank slightly, and he just said "um" softly.

The Murong Xi and Miao Junhao of the Murong family were married a few months ago.

But Murong Xi has been the proud daughter of heaven since she was a child, no matter what she does, she always succeeds.

And Miao Junhao, a playful boy, would just spend a lot of time doing nothing.

Miao Junhao came to the entrance of the manor, his eyes were hot, waiting for the figure that he had been dreaming about to appear.

Finally, a black car slowly drove into the Miao Family Manor, and Miao Junhao saw Murong Xi in the car at a glance.

When he saw Murong Xi getting out of the car, the fiery and greed in Miao Junhao's eyes became even stronger.

Murong Xi's white and tender almond face, under the eyebrows are vivid and beautiful eyes, and the soft blue silk gives people a feeling of being a bird.

But it would be wrong to think so.

The current company of the Murong family is basically run by Murong Xi, and there is even a rumor from the outside world.

The next head of the Murong family is Murong Xi, the proud daughter of heaven.

The moment he saw Miao Junhao, Murong Xi's eyes flashed with disgust.

When she learned that she and Miao Junhao had a baby kiss, she was investigated on the same day.

The so-called eldest young master of the Miao family is full of bad deeds.

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