Devil husband is a little small

"Uncle Hong, this is what you want." Yin Mujue put the CD on the bronze-colored desk.

Hong Zhentao looked at the restrained and calm young man in front of him who was not suitable for his age. Although he admired him in his deep eyes, he was also wary in his heart.

Put the CD in the drawer without even looking at it, and said to him: "I heard that you were injured, is there a serious problem?"

"It's just a small injury, it's a hindrance." Yin Mujue answered concisely. He was clearly just an adult, and his aura was not inferior to an old man like Hong Zhentao who had been rolling around in the mall for decades.

Hong Zhentao nodded, "It's good that you're fine. Now that you've finished your studies, have you ever thought of helping me in the company?"

"Thank you, Uncle Hong, for your concern. I haven't made up my mind yet." Yin Mujue replied calmly, with neither humility nor utterance.

"You want to go back to Mu's house?"

Yin Mujue put his hands in his pockets, a chill flashed in his black eyes, "Mu's enterprise was originally mine, wasn't it?"

The smile on the corner of his mouth was full of playfulness.

Hong Zhentao said meaningfully: "Your mother has suffered a lot, your father took you back to make up for you...but I didn't expect..."

The voice hesitated to speak, only a deep sigh remained.

"Uncle Hong, you haven't been in good health for the past two years, so rest more. I have my own discretion in my affairs." Yin Mujue said in a slightly concerned tone.

"Mu Jue, remember to do everything in moderation." Hong Zhentao's old voice paused, and he looked at him, "Thank you for this matter, and remember to tell Uncle Hong if you have any difficulties in the future."

"Uncle Hong, you are welcome. I should do this little thing. If there is nothing else, I will leave first."

Hong Zhentao nodded and waved him out.

In the silence of the road at midnight, Yin Mujue walked under the street lamp and stopped. The injury on his back seemed to be cracked due to walking, and there was warmth and dampness. His face was pale, and he put his fingers on the cold street lamp to tighten his strength. , the fine eyelashes can't hide the chill in the eyes...

Mu family, your retribution has come.

***

The next afternoon, Mu Wanxi hesitated and went to the hospital to see Yin Mujue with the soup made by the housekeeper.

Yin Mujue was sleeping on the bed, his coat was thrown on the ground, and the bandage wrapped around the wound was soaked in blood, and it was dry at this moment.

The skin is very fair, and the fine and long eyelashes are extraordinarily beautiful on the eyes. The thin lips are pursed with an emotionless arc, showing an indifference that rejects people thousands of miles away.

This doesn't seem to have changed much.

"Mujue...brother...Yin Mujue..." Mu Wanxi stood at the bedside and called him softly, but he didn't respond for a long time.

Mu Wanxi reached out to him, "Yin Mujue, wake up!"

Suddenly, he stretched out his arms to grab Mu Wanxi's slender waist and brought her to the bed, and turned her sideways to let her lie beside him...

Mu Wanxi screamed in fright, raised her head and fell into his deep eyes, like an attractive rock, she was attracted into it, unable to extricate herself.

Yin Mujue had an evil smile on his lips, "You came to see me, isn't your fiancé-to-be angry?"

Mu Wanxi came back to her senses, but the posture of the two of them was too ambiguous, and she couldn't help but think of the embarrassing scene yesterday, her pink cheeks blushed suspiciously, she avoided his sharp eyes and said, "He knows You are my brother, you will not be angry."

"Really!" Yin Mujue lowered his head and blew hot air stubbornly in her ear.

Mu Wanxi's ears were flushed with blood instantly, almost dripping blood, her whole body was trembling slightly, she stared at him in disbelief, annoyed and annoyed, "Yin Mujue, what are you doing? Get up!"

Yin Mujue raised her brows, and the smile on the corner of her mouth became even more sinister. It turned out that her sensitive points were in her ears.

I just breathed a sigh of relief, and I have become so popular!

"Sister..." Yin Mujue lowered his head and whispered in her ear, his voice floated out like a ghost, "He never touched your clean body!"