when you are drunk

Chapter 212 217. Always Thinking of You, Thinking of You

Shen Zhou's slightly hasty voice came from the other end of the phone.

"Mr. Mu, Ming Yuesheng had something to do last night. Mr. Yi got drunk and was dragged into the hotel room by Ms. Mo..."

"Ahem, in short, Mr. Gu has left the two of them now. The news is blocked, and this is what the person who stared at Miss Mo said."

Mu Linzhi pinched the center of his brows, and snorted, "This Miss Mo really can use any means. Are you afraid of losing your wife and losing your army?"

"Mr. Mu, Mr. Gu's deliberate suppression may be related to Gu's reputation. Then this matter...do you want to tell Madam?" Shen Zhou asked.

"Mr. Gu intends to suppress it, so don't say it. Even though it's something that we need to know sooner or later." Mu Linzhi replied flatly.

"Okay, Mr. Mu." Shen Zhou hung up the phone neatly.

Mu Linzhi stood in front of the window and lit a cigarette, holding the cigarette butt with two slender fingers, staring out the window carelessly.

These days, the weather has been cold and frost has formed on the windows.

He lowered his head and sighed silently, the smoke climbed up with his breath, and dispersed in circles.

Finally, frowning, he smoked out a cigarette and threw it into the ashtray.

Qing Cen approached silently, wrapping his arms around his tight waist from behind.

He has been on a business trip for the past few days, and his stature has lost a little.

"Every time I see you smoking, I can't help but keep staring at you." She sighed lowly.

The sight that cannot be retracted, like a kite, has been following.

Mu Linzhi raised his hand to cover her tender hands, and just smiled softly.

"Baby, I haven't smoked recently, this is the first one of this month."

Qing Cen raised his head slightly, and leaned against his back sullenly, "...I don't blame you."

"It doesn't matter if you can't quit smoking, just smoke less."

Her hands were slightly cold, of course the man could feel it.

"Go back to the room and talk." Mu Linzhi directly picked her up and went back to the bedroom.

A warm room with a stove and lukewarm tea.

"Aunt Jin has been back to Nancheng for three days. I bought several quilts, all suitable for winter. Aunt Jin has cold legs. When she comes back, I plan to buy more heaters."

Qing Cen peeled the snow peas, talking while nibbling.

Mu Linzhi poured her a cup of hot tea and smiled softly.

"You are really kind to Aunt Jin. I don't see you thinking about me."

"Why didn't I think about you~" Qing Cen approached the man, took his wrist, raised his delicate chin, "Here, I heard from Special Assistant Shen that you still like this watch very much."

Mu Linzhi bent his fingers and scratched the tip of her upturned nose, and he laughed in a low voice.

"Baby, I didn't come back in time for Dad's birthday last time. I have to make up for the gift tomorrow. I don't know what to give."

"Husband~ Don't worry, my dad will be very happy with whatever you give~"

Qing Cen chuckled, "I just gave him a cheap flower basket, and he laughed like that."

Mu Linzhi pulled her into his arms, hugged her tightly, and buried his head on her neck, obsessed and nostalgic.

"Baby—" the man called out in a low voice.

"...When I'm away from home, I always think of you, and only by thinking of you can I come back soon."

Qing Cen leaned in the man's arms, her soft fingertips gradually caressed his cold side face, all the way up his ear.

She turned her head slightly, and slowly approached the man's fascinated face.

He smelled nice and long-lost coffee smell.

She hugged the back of his neck, her red lips curved slightly, her voice was indistinct and low.

"Late at night."

(End of this chapter)