Wild husband, please let me go

Chapter 39 Master?

night.

Mu Zhimu and Mu Chen entered the room one after the other, and Mu Chen was still pulling the suitcase.

An Ziyin paused in his heart, wouldn't this man want to live here too? !
"Mr. Mu, you're back." An Ziyin took Mu Zhimu's suit and glanced at Guan Yihan behind her.

Guan Yihan was sitting on the sofa watching TV, and eating snacks, by the way, Mo Zhimu hated others eating snacks on the tower's site before!

Now, won't he hate it?

An Ziyin walked towards Guan Yihan, took the snacks in her hand, and went upstairs.

Mu Zhimu frowned, and then went upstairs to change.

Guan Yihan was having a good time eating, but when the snacks were suddenly taken away, she wanted to go to An Ziyin to get them back!

"You are so brave!" Mu Chen grabbed Guan Yihan's arm.

What?Guan Yihan turned to look at Mu Chen, it was these eyes again.

Deep eyes, high nose, porcelain white skin, especially those eyes, seem to be able to see through people.

"Brother hates others eating snacks at his house."

His voice was so familiar, Guan Yihan stared at Mu Chen's face in a daze.

No, isn't that person abroad now, definitely not.

Guan Yihan turned his face away, then turned his head and said, "Well, I'm sorry, I won't do it next time!" After speaking, he ran upstairs.

Mu Chen looked at her figure and thought deeply, then a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

An Ziyin hung Mu Zhimu's suit on the hanger, and when he opened the door, he bumped into Mu Zhimu's arms. It was the second time!
The snacks in An Ziyin's hand were also splashed down.

An Ziyin quickly squatted down to pick it up, "Is that right, I'm sorry."

Mu Zhimu looked down at An Ziyin, his brows still frowning.

Finally, An Ziyin picked up those potato chips back into the bag, while Mu Zhimu was still standing there.

"Just this time."

"Ah, what?!" An Ziyin remembered, "I'll tell Guan Yihan in a while, don't let her eat snacks on the sofa."

After An Ziyin finished speaking, he looked up at Mu Zhimu, then quickly lowered his head.

Mu Zhimu walked around her without saying a word, and started to untie his tie. An Ziyin thought about it and decided to go out.

"Don't call me Mr. Mu at home from now on." The cold voice carried an order.

An Ziyin stopped when he was about to step out of the door, "What?"

"I don't call you Mr. Mu, what do I call you?" An Ziyin turned his head and looked at him leisurely.

Mu Zhimu seemed to be unbuttoning his shirt, his abdominal muscles, his lines... An Ziyin looked at his slender hands and slowly unbuttoned them.

Mu Zhimu walked up to An Ziyin, "What do you think?" The evil voice made An Ziyin addicted.

"Mu Zhimu?"

"Admiration?"

"Owner?"

An Ziyin went on to say this, and realized that the last address was wrong, "I call you Mu Zhimu at home, but the company calls you Mr. Mu!"

After speaking, An Ziyin quickly ran out, his face flushed, and he leaned against the wall outside.

After she calmed down, she went downstairs and threw the snack bag into the trash can.

In the kitchen, the chef hired by Mu Zhimu is cooking, and the smell has already spread out.

She went in to ask the chef for advice, when Mo Zhimu had already changed and came down.

He was wearing a blue sweater and slippers, looking very lazy.

An Ziyin glanced at him, but turned around and decided to go to the kitchen to watch the chef cook.

Mo Zhimu took a bottle of water from the refrigerator, "Davis, you can take a year's leave."

The chef who had finished cooking excitedly hugged Mo Zhimu, "Thank you boss!"

(End of this chapter)