CEO Loves Wife Everyday

Mu Shuishan stares at Zhan Beirong for a while, and then chooses not to worry about Zhan Beirong.

After all, people like Zhan Beirong, who are so cold and arrogant to the outside world, just look at everyone with a certain degree of dissatisfaction. It's also very normal for them to have a certain degree of dissatisfaction and disdain for what they have just said. If there is no such emotion and reaction, there will be a problem.

"Anyway, I didn't make it this time. Next time I have a chance, I will definitely go. It's my God's concert!" Mu Shuishan opened his mouth with his eyes shining. As soon as he mentioned a certain male god, he had no mental appearance just now, and his hands were still unconsciously clenched on his chest.

After hearing Mu Shuishan's excited words, Zhan Beirong's brows were all tightly wrinkled, but his facial features were not crowded together.

When Mu Shuishan mentioned the male god in her mouth, her black and white eyes were full of red heart. The whole person was in a bad mood. He stared at Mu Shuishan with an unhappy face and asked, "who is that man?"

The man

Mu Shuishan was stunned for a moment. When he reflected what Zhan Beirong meant, he couldn't help glancing at the corner of his mouth. Zhan Beirong couldn't speak well. He was clearly the male god in her mind. How could his words become so vulgar as soon as they came to Zhan Beirong's mouth.

Mu Shuishan coughed lightly, and said the name of male god in her heart seriously.

"Nobody, I don't know." Zhan Beirong disdained to spit out a word from his mouth. He couldn't help but feel that it's better to worship him than to worship such a small person.

After all, Zhan Beirong is so low-key, but who in H city doesn't know his existence.

Mu Shuishan glanced at the corner of his mouth and expressed his disapproval and dissatisfaction with Zhan Beirong's words just now. "He's not a nobody. He's just low-key."

With that, Mu Shuishan stoops to take her mobile phone, swipes her finger skillfully on the screen, opens the photo album, opens one of her male god's photos, and hands the mobile phone to Zhan Beirong with a smile on her face.

"Nuo, that's him. He sings very well. I'll give you a look." Mu Shuishan said excitedly.

Zhan Beirong's eyes narrowed and his face impatiently picked up his mobile phone. He just glanced at it casually and then backed out. Junlang's face was gloomy.

Although Zhan Beirong just glanced at it casually, he still felt that Mu Shuishan's vision was seriously wrong. He would like such a woman.

"There is beauty and talent, singing is good, really super powerful, idol, male god!" Mu Shuishan held his face in both hands and said excitedly. At the thought of his male god, Mu Shuishan was immersed in a certain world.

Zhan Beirong saw Mu Metasequoia's appearance of being such a flower maniac, and his strength of holding a mobile phone could not help but add several points.

In fact, if Mu Shuishan is obsessed with Zhan Beirong, Zhan Beirong has nothing to say. But now, Mu Shuishan is obsessed with other men and regards them as male gods. In any case, Zhan Beirong's heart is still unhappy.

The next second, Zhan Beirong opened the photo album in Mu Shuishan's mobile phone. When he saw all the photos of the man just now in the photo album, his face turned black. He almost broke his mobile phone.

Zhan Beirong holds the mobile phone tightly, and then turns his attention to Mu Shuishan who is sitting on the sofa.

Mu Shuishan's casual glance, just to the deep eyes of SHANGZHAN Beirong, obviously felt Zhan Beirong's mood was not good, could not help coughing, subconsciously stood up on the sofa“ What's the matter? " Mu Shuishan asked with a puzzled face. Standing on the sofa, he lowered his head and looked at the mobile phone in Beirong's hand for several times.

Zhan Beirong's face was tense. Without saying a word, he deleted all the male gods in Mu Shuishan's mobile phone.

After seeing Zhan Beirong's behavior, Mu Shuishan is dumbfounded. Zhan Beirong has deleted all the photos in her mobile phone without her permission?!

"Why did you delete all the photos?" Mu Shuishan reflexively said, and then reached out to grab his mobile phone back.

After making sure that all the photos in his mobile phone have disappeared, Mu Shuishan's pretty eyebrows can't help wrinkling. Zhan Beirong is too much. He can't get along with several photos!

"It's so ugly. It's uncomfortable to see him." Zhan Beirong said calmly, his face was full of disdain, and he didn't think there was anything wrong with his behavior just now.

Mu Shuishan takes her mobile phone and breathes out. She is already very unhappy. As a result, Zhan Beirong also says that her male god is... Too ugly. It's worrying to think about it.

"If it's ugly, it's pretty." Mu Shuishan stood on the sofa and stared at Zhan Beirong. His tone was dissatisfied and firm.

Zhan Beirong raised his head slightly and looked at Mu Shuishan. Then he lowered his head. When he saw Mu Shuishan standing on the sofa, he said to Mu Shuishan in an imperative tone: "don't stand on the sofa and sit down."

As soon as someone's words came out, Mu Shuishan was stunned. For a long time, he didn't know what the situation was. Until Mu Shuishan looked down for a long time, he found that he was looking down at Zhan Beirong. At the thought of the present scene, Mu Shuishan couldn't help laughing. No wonder Zhan Beirong's words were very wrong“ Well, hehe, I'm taller than you. " Mu Shuishan said with a smile, then reached out and rubbed Zhan Beirong's hair before sitting down. All of a sudden, Zhan Beirong's face is gloomy when Mu Shuishan reaches out to touch his hair. He always feels that Mu Shuishan treats him as a pet just now. Mu Shuishan just sat on the sofa, staring at the mobile phone for a long time with a depressed face. Even if he couldn't go to the concert this time, the photos of the male god were deleted by Zhan Beirong, and his mood was not good at all“ It's really worrying. " Mu Metasequoia murmured in a low voice. After a while, a magical idea floated from Mu Metasequoia's head, and his lips could not help raising a smile. A few seconds later, Mu Shuishan will open the mobile phone, click the microblog, skillfully sliding the mobile phone screen. Zhan Beirong's head is slightly under the bottom, and he looks down at the mobile phone on Mu Shuishan's hand. Just now, he deleted all the photos of the man on Mu Shuishan's mobile phone. Now he's flipping through the photo of the man just now. Zhan Beirong's heart is really upset“ Why are you still looking at this man's picture? " Zhan Beirong stares at Mu Shuishan and asks coldly.