Refusing to marry a wealthy family: the young mistress fled 99 times

These words made Chanel's heart ache again.

"Mr. Mu, if there is nothing else, I'll be leaving first."

Mu Xicheng pressed her shoulder: "I don't want my signature? You have to keep your promises when you promise others..."

"..."

"Sit down, I'll give it to you after signing."

Mu Xicheng walked back to the bed, took out a pen, "Where is the signature?"

"All the inside pages of the cover..." After a pause, Chanel said, "If it's convenient for you, please sign a few more."

"How many?"

"Sign as many as you can."

"Is my signature so worthless in your eyes?"

"..."

"You asked me to sign more. I'll sign slowly, don't you mind?" Mu Xicheng picked up a piece of paper and scratched it casually, "I'll practice first."

practise? !

He, Mu Xicheng, signed so many times, does he still need to practice?Clearly delaying time...

Every time Mu Xicheng wrote a few strokes, he would look up at her, his black eyes burning.

Even if Chanel turned her face away, she could still feel his unscrupulous gaze sizing her up.

"I want to borrow your bathroom!"

Chanel fled into the bathroom, avoiding his scorching gaze, turned on the faucet in the bathroom, and splashed clean water on the hot feeling on her face.

After staying in the bathroom for more than ten minutes, Chanel stared blankly at the mirror in the bathroom.

After such a long time, he should have signed it.

She took out her cell phone to check the time, just as Su Shijie called... Check the whistle.

After dealing with Su Shijie, Xia Naier took a deep breath, and when she came out, she saw Mu Xicheng was still writing with a notebook...

His face was slightly lowered, the baseball bat blocked most of his face, and his beautiful silhouette was in the shadow.

Chanel thought he was writing a blessing or something, so she leaned over and saw that he had signed several rows of signatures on a blank piece of paper!

Turning to the next page, he continued to sign in a frantic manner...

"Okay, that's enough, that's enough!"

Mu Xicheng signed the last signature and raised his eyebrows: "Is this enough?"

Enough is enough...

Chanel took the book over and took a look, he had already signed eight pages.When I imagined handing this book to the little nurse for a while, would she go crazy with joy, or go crazy without words?

"Too much..." Chanel couldn't help saying.

Mu Xicheng put away his pen: "You said to sign more."

"Well, I don't care how many you sign. It's just that there are so many, I'm afraid it's really worthless."

Mu Xicheng sneered: "In your eyes, when have I ever been worth anything?"

Chanel put away her notebook and sat back on the sofa.The topic was suddenly interrupted, and there was a bit of silence and embarrassment in the air.

Chanel glanced at his head, and asked nonchalantly, "Is the injury serious?"

"Fortunately."

Are you all hospitalized?

Chanel pursed her lips: "Your head was injured, the doctor allowed you to wear a hat like this all day?" No infection?

"You're here, so I brought it with you. Do you need to ask so knowingly?"

Chanel really didn't know what to ask.

She didn't understand that if he was so stinking, why was he only stinking in front of her alone?

"What are you doing in the hospital?" Mu Xicheng asked.

"It's nothing."

"I already know."

Chanel's eyes widened, did he investigate just now?

"I made a special trip to see me." He smiled.

"If thinking like this can make your injury heal faster, I hope so." Chanel also smiled faintly, her tone indifferent and alienated.