wasting time with you

Chapter 35
Mu Yan obviously liked her coquettishness, and smiled when she heard this: "Then marry me early, and make sure you can see me every day when you open your eyes." After having such an intimate relationship, Mu Yan filed an application for marriage, Being dismissed by Miss An on the grounds that he hadn't had enough love affairs made him feel deeply frustrated, so he would talk about it every chance he got.

It was the same this time, An Yiruo pinched him: "This is considered a marriage proposal, there is no sentimentality at all."

Mu Yan was not angry, but only cared: "Is there any discomfort? Does the headache hurt?"

An Yiruo smiled sweetly, holding his hand reluctantly to let go, "It's a bit cold in the ward."

Frowning, Mu Yan held her in his arms to warm her, "Is it better?"

Of course much better.An Yiruo kissed his chest through the shirt.

After a comprehensive examination, Mu Yan confirmed that there was nothing wrong with An Yiruo except for the sprained ankle, so Mu Yan went through the discharge procedures for An Yiruo, and then sent her home.Seeing her daughter being carried back by Mu Yan, Mother An was terrified, "What's wrong? Are you sick?"

"Auntie, don't worry, she just has a sprained foot and it's difficult for her to walk." After Mu Yan explained, he leaned over to greet An's father in the living room, "Uncle An, I'll send Yiruo back."

Father An nodded, and looked at An Yiruo with a hint of reproach, "What's wrong, can't you be more peaceful?"

An Yiruo pouted, "It's not my fault that the elevator is broken."

Seeing her begging him for help pitifully, Mu Yan realized that Miss An was quite afraid of her future father-in-law, so she helped her out: "Yesterday, the elevator in the Yinke Building broke down, and she was trapped inside, and when she fell, she sprained her ankle." .”

Father An's face softened: "It's only Mu Yan who can control you."

Looking at Mama An, and then looking down at An Yiruo who was pouting, Mu Yan smiled, an unusually gentle smile.

Mu Yan carried An Yiruo into the bedroom, put her on the bed and settled her down, and lightly scratched her nose: "Lie down well, I'll go out and talk to Uncle An."

An Yiruo cheated: "Ignore him, stay with me."

"Be obedient." Mu Yan leaned forward and whispered in her ear, "I have to go and make my father-in-law happy, I'm not afraid that you won't marry me."

An Yiruo frowned, "I don't accept arranged marriages." Taking advantage of the opportunity of Mu Yan leaning over to thin the quilt for her, she was about to bite his neck when she suddenly saw her mother standing by the door, her face turned pale. It became red, "Mom, why are you peeking at people?"

Mother An didn't answer her, but looked at Mu Yan kindly, "Mu Yan, now you know how unreasonable this girl is."

Mu Yan smiled gently: "Knowing that you love her, I have nothing to fear."

An Yiruo protested: "I didn't!"

The hospitality was hard to come by, and Mu Yan was left for dinner by the elders of the An family.Sitting in the living room playing chess with the old man, he suddenly heard a plop coming from An Yiruo's room.

Father An wrinkled his head up, Mu Yantong stood up abruptly, and walked quickly into her room.

An Yiruo was lying on the floor in a big character shape.

Seeing her indecent posture, Mu Yan reprimanded lightly: "Don't you think the injury is not serious enough? Why don't you listen when I tell you to lie down? What are you going to do?"

An Yiruo sat disheveled on the floor, feeling aggrieved like a little daughter-in-law, "I can't sleep, I thought I'd go to the living room to see what you were doing. I just hopped on one foot and tripped over—"

Mu Yan sighed, leaned over and picked her up, "I haven't settled with you about driving the speeding car the night before, and now you're getting into trouble again and again, do you want to write an inspection?"

"What, I don't have one." Referring to the passionate incident caused by her initiative the night before, An Yiruo blushed, "I'm not your subordinate, so I don't want to write."

"Stubborn." He stretched out his hand and pinched her face as punishment, Mu Yan reprimanded her face, "I told you how many times you drive slowly, but it just fell on deaf ears and made you fall down even after lying down. I wonder how you grew up so big."

This man, it seems that the way to express concern is to scold her in a harsher tone than usual.

Really, very cute.

The annoyance caused by the wrestling disappeared, and An Yiruo smiled brightly, "Parents raised me." As he spoke, he reached out to smooth his tangled thick eyebrows, with a playful face, "Are you finished training, Team Mu? If you finish training, hug me Go out and sit for a while, I want to watch TV."

Mu Yan folded his hands on his chest: "Aren't you good at jumping? You just happened to be performing one-legged hops, why do you want me to hug you?"

An Yiruo didn't care, he stretched out his arms towards him, and said in a coquettish tone, "Hug!"

Powerless.

Mu Yan leaned over and picked her up: "I'm still acting like a baby at such a big age, and I'm not afraid of being laughed at." He carried her out and put her on the comfortable sofa, and handed her the remote control considerately.The movements are proficient and done in one go, as if they are used to it.

Seeing this, Father An had a smile on his lips: "Mu Yan, you can't spoil her like this in the future."

An Yiruo expressed dissatisfaction with his way of turning his elbow outward: "Father, I'm not your biological child, am I?"

Seeing that the father and daughter "turned against each other" for him, Mu Yan rubbed An Yiruo's hair lovingly, "I was already stupid, but now I fell even more stupid, and started talking nonsense habitually again."

Seeing An Yiruo staring at Mu Yan, and someone staring back tenderly, Father An smiled.He felt that the frank and upright young man in front of him was the one who could carry his daughter's happiness.

Mu Yan became An Yiruo's exclusive driver, responsible for taking her to and from get off work. During this period, he met Han Yuting by chance. His expression was always calm, and he nodded slightly as a greeting.

The suspicion in Mu Yan's heart was getting bigger and bigger, but he didn't show it on his face, let alone mentioned anything to An Yiruo.

An Yiruo's fashion show for Hershey's new season just happened to be held.She made her debut as a designer and the main show, stunning the audience.The towering bun made up for her height regret as a non-professional model, and the soft satin dress made her more charming and charming. The exquisite curves, calm steps, and decent body language fully displayed the characteristics of the dress.

The conference was an unprecedented success, and the amount of on-site orders hit a record high.Standing under the stage, Han Yuting watched her stand proudly in the center of the huge runway, with a confident smile, and his eyes unconsciously turned deep and complicated.

Everything seemed to be under his control, except his own heart, which was out of control.

Sensing the gazes from the audience, Han Yuting lowered his eyes, stepped onto the stage, handed the blue enchantress decorated with stars all over the hand to An Yiruo, and announced in public: "In view of the achievements of the 'Yi' series, The company decided to apply for trademark registration for Ms. An Yiruo."

There was an uproar and thunderous applause.

It is the dream of all designers to have their own brand, but somehow, An Yiruo feels uneasy.

At the celebration banquet, An Yiruo excused herself and drank a little wine, feeling her footsteps were sloppy, she excused herself to go to the bathroom, she kept her sobriety and called Mu Yan, and then bumped into Han Yuting in the corridor.

Seeing her unsteady stance, Han Yuting reached out to help her: "Are you okay?"

But she was led to avoid it without a trace.

An Yiruo smiled slightly: "Thank you Mr. Han for your concern, I'm fine."

Covering the disappointment in his eyes, Han Yuting withdrew his hand as if nothing had happened, and suddenly made a decision in his heart, "There will be a Chinese fashion show in Paris next month, and I intend to let you and Midsummer go there."

For a powerful fashion company, this is a training for its designers, and it is going with Midsummer, An Yiruo didn't think otherwise, "Thank you Mr. Han for giving me this opportunity."

Han Yuting looked calm: "The specific itinerary and time will be notified to you in Midsummer."

He left after finishing speaking, and stayed in An Yiruo to stand where he was sobering up.

Ten minutes later, Mu Yan drove to pick up An Yiruo, seeing that she was angry that he hadn't come to watch the press conference, he promised: "I'm a bit busy during this period, I promise I won't be an example." He smelled the strong smell of alcohol on her body , he was a little displeased, "Didn't you say that you are not allowed to touch alcohol when I am not around, why are you disobedient?"

An Yiruo's tone was a bit aggressive: "Who told you not to come?"

Mu Yan's face darkened: "Just because I didn't come, you shouldn't drink."

Seeing that he was really angry, An Yiruo said angrily, "I won't drink anymore."

Mu Yan glanced at her, "Write me an inspection tomorrow."

An Yiruo snorted: "Occupational diseases."

Gu Li was very efficient. After Fengxing's new product launch conference, Han Yuting's information was investigated.Pushing the file bag in front of Mu Yan, he smiled, "Why are you checking your sister-in-law's boss? Could it be that he has some unreasonable thoughts?"

Mu Yan didn't even raise his eyelids: "Don't gossip like others, if you're bored, you can go to the training ground and run laps."

Da Li chuckled a few times, and he was completely invulnerable to the boss's iceberg face that hadn't changed for a hundred years: "But this Han Yuting is quite difficult to find out."

Mu Yan was puzzled, "What?"

"He had a car accident in May last year. At that time, it was recorded as a serious traffic accident. The truck driver died on the spot, and he was also seriously injured, and he was in a coma for a whole week." He took out one of the documents and handed it to Mu Yan. "This is the report from the hospital."

"Critical illness notice?" Tapping his finger on the table, the puzzled expression on Mu Yan's face deepened, "When he was critically ill, he was transferred from the hospital with the best medical conditions?" The deep voice seemed to be talking to himself, he I looked through the information, but couldn't find what I wanted, "Which hospital did I transfer to?"

Da Li was frustrated, "I can't find it."

"Can't find it?" Mu Yan looked at him intently, as if he didn't believe it.

Da Li spread his hands and expressed helplessness: "I can't find it at all. His information has been blank for eight months, and he only started to show up in Paris at the beginning of this year."

Mu Yan lowered his eyes, and his expression became a bit serious, "That is to say, the eight months between when he was discharged from the hospital and when he reappeared?"

The answer is yes, Dali nodded.

Mu Yan was silent for a moment, and suddenly froze when he opened another file and saw the photo.

Da Li followed his gaze: "It's Han Yuting's fiancée, she should have been Mrs. Han last October."

It was midsummer.

Mu Yan's brows tightened even more.

When Da Li left the office, he called Tan Ziyue's cell phone.

After the connection, Tan Ziyue spoke poorly: "What's the matter?"

"Did you eat gunpowder?" Mu Yan subconsciously frowned at the loud volume, and heard that the person was in a bad mood, so he cut straight to the point, "Didn't you tell me a few days ago that she returned to China, did you have a call?"

"Who is it?" Tan Ziyue was startled, holding the phone in his left hand, and clasped Mi Yu's wrist with his right hand, "Ah, you said Midsummer, yes. Do you want it?"

nonsense.Mu Yan said in a deep voice, "Give me the number."

Tan Zi didn't have time to look through the address book, so he pulled the struggling Mi Yu an inch in front of him, "What's the matter with you, woman, is it over?"

Mu Yan reacted: "Take care of your private affairs first, and send me the number later."

"I forgot after that, just wait a moment." Tan Ziyue had already opened the phone's address book, "Remember, 139466... ​​Hey, let me remind you, don't eat what's in the bowl and look at what's in the pot, if you overturn the boat... "

Mu Yan remembered the number: "I always eat with a pot." After speaking, he hung up the phone.

"Dead wood." Tan Ziyue cursed in a low voice, put away his phone and pressed Miyu into his arms, saying plausibly, "I'm not a god, how would I know that the photo was taken by borrowing a seat, besides, if you stay away from him, the reporter Where can I borrow it? And that man, if you don't tell me, how would I know it was the driver sent by your father. "

Taking advantage of his unpreparedness, Mi Yu kicked him hard at the ankle: "You bastard, you can make a mistake if you make a mistake."

Tan Zi became more and more painful: "Murder your husband! I'll tell you Miyu, it's almost enough, don't go too far, I really don't want you anymore." Before that, Mu Yan picked him up early in the morning and taunted him for a few words, but later Received a call from An Yiruo and was scolded severely. Someone figured it out and apologized, but after tossing around for a few days, he didn't see anyone. Today, he finally dragged Miyu home, and the two had a quarrel. It's been an hour.

"Say it as if I value you so much, get the hell out of here." Mi Yu's stubbornness also came up, thinking that he said she was watery, she was so angry.

"It's not rare, is it?" Tan Ziyue carried her on his shoulder like a bag of rice, and walked quickly to the bedroom, "It seems that your body is more honest."

Mi Yu started the most tragic struggle and began to punch and kick: "Tan Ziyue!"

Crackling sounds came one after another, like the sound of broken glass, followed by Tan Ziyue's roar and Mi Yu's indistinct cursing, and then the room finally fell silent.

Over there, the alarm between Tan Ziyue and Mi Yu was lifted, and here Mu Yan sat quietly in the office and pressed Sheng Xia's phone number but never dialed it.The deeply furrowed brow and solemn expression are enough to show how hesitant he is.

Some people, some memories, took him many years to settle down, and Mu Yan didn't want to touch them unless it was absolutely necessary.However, he was so eager to know everything about Han Yuting, which made the shortcut in front of him even more tempting.

The phone rang without warning, it was An Yiruo.

Mu Yan picked it up, and his girlfriend's sweet smile came from the phone: "Are you still busy, Team Mu?"

Mu Yan's originally serious expression softened instantly, "I'm about to leave, wait for me to pick you up." I almost forgot that the two of them made an appointment to go back to his place for dinner tonight.

"What time are you going to leave?" An Yiruo complained softly, "I have been waiting for you at the company for half an hour, and the phone line is still busy, and I have come back by myself." Mu Yan had already given her the apartment key, but Today is the first time to use, the mood is very strange.

Looking down at the time, he realized that it was almost eight o'clock. Mu Yan grabbed his coat and stood up, "I'm sorry, I forgot the time."

"I'll interrogate you when I come back." An Yiruo didn't forget to explain before hanging up the phone, "Drive slowly."

When Mu Yan came back, an exquisite three dishes and one soup had already been set on the dining table.

An Yiruo was sorting out the drawings she brought back in the study, when she heard the door open, she ran out barefoot, "You're back."

At that moment, Mu Yan felt that the apartment he had lived in for many years finally had a taste of home, and the scene at this time was that his wife was cooking and waiting for him to come back.He strode over to An Yiruo and hugged her, kissing her face tenderly.

An Yiruo was itchy because of the faint stubble on his chin, she giggled and pushed him to the restaurant, "Wash your hands and eat."

Mu Yan held her in his arms and kissed her tenderly for a while, then carried her to the dining room and put her on a chair, and then offered to serve her a meal, which made An Yiruo strange, "It's nothing to be courteous, it's either rape or stealing." Say, come back so late, did you do something to apologize to me?"

Mu Yan looked up at her, nonchalantly: "The consequence of talking nonsense is that I will be too weak to get out of bed." Apart from writing an examination, he has better ways to treat her, and he never tires of it.

An Yiruo blushed when she heard this, and kicked his long legs under the table with her little feet.

During the dinner, Mu Yan shifted the topic of the chat from her work to Fengxing without a trace: "Was Fengxing acquired at a price of [-] million?"

An Yiruo nodded: "Yes."

"With Fengxing's reputation in the industry, do you think it's worth [-] million?"

"It shouldn't be worth it, otherwise Mr. Guan wouldn't be so happy."

Fengxing is Guan Nanhan's lifelong painstaking effort, if it is not worth the price, he will not be willing to hand it over.

"Has Han Yuting sent someone to evaluate before being acquired?"

An Yiruo shook his head: "I didn't hear any wind."

A thoughtful look flashed in his eyes, and Mu Yan was silent for a moment: "Stay away from Han Yuting."

"What are you talking about?" Seeing his serious expression, An Yiruo frowned, "We are just subordinates."

"I know." Mu Yan looked at her intently, and solemnly asked, "Then stay away from him, do you hear me?"

Her eyes rested on his face, and she obediently responded, "Got it."

He smiled and stroked her hair: "Good boy."

An Yiruo mistakenly thought: "Boss Han and I have nothing."

To prevent her from worrying, Mu Yan deliberately turned the wind: "Of course you are fine, there is no guarantee that he won't have thoughts about you."

An Yiruo pouted: "You think too much, I'm not so likable."

Mu Yan smiled but said, "You just need to please me."

An Yiruo glared at him.

An Yiruo came out of the kitchen after washing the dishes and saw Mu Yan standing in front of the French window in a daze, perhaps because of the dark night, the tall and straight figure was slightly heavy.She walked over lightly, hugged his waist from behind, and pressed her face against his broad back: "What are you thinking?"

(End of this chapter)