CEO Loves Wife Everyday

After staring at his proud face for a while, Mu Shuishan decided to forgive his behavior!

After all... Cough, this man gave birth to a good skin bag, and he didn't suffer. Mu Shuishan can only use this idea to make himself reluctantly accept.

Zhan Beirong's regular breathing sounded slightly from the top of dusk Metasequoia's head. Even his sleeping expression was proud of his face. His brow was still tightly wrinkled, and he looked like he was hiding a lot of worries.

At the moment, the whole room is very quiet, and Mu Shuishan's thoughts are clear for a moment.

She remembers that when he came to pick him up yesterday, there was something wrong with his mood and the smell of smoke in the car had never been before. When she saw him smoking for the first time, she didn't expect that he was so powerful. She kept using cigarettes to paralyze herself while she was asleep.

It must be something that worried him.

Mu Shuishan looks at this seemingly domineering but gentle man around him. He cherishes him and loves himself.

After a while, Mu Shuishan toots his mouth. He is a little dissatisfied with Zhan Beirong's appearance at the moment. He can't help but take out his hand to smooth his frown. As soon as his hand touches Zhan Beirong's brow, Zhan Beirong slowly opens his eyes.

This man is too sensitive. He wakes up after touching it!

Mu Shuishan stares at Zhan Beirong's eyes foolishly. Before his hand moves away from his brow, Zhan Beirong turns over and presses her under his body.

Mu Shuishan was stunned... What did he do

"I'm just helping you with your hair. Don't get excited..."

Take it easy? Sleep well to wake up, can not be excited? Zhan Beirong is still energetic when he admires metasequoia!

Mu Shuishan can't stand Zhan Beirong's confusion. When he doesn't do anything, he says, "don't... I'm not feeling well..."

Mu Shuishan said weakly with a red face. You can know that the temperature on your face is enough to explode without a thermometer.

Zhan Beirong obediently returned to the original place this time and held Mu Shuishan closer.

Mu Shuishan only thinks that he subverts his three outlooks on life. For the first time, he feels physical contact with a man on the premise of his consciousness... It's a bit incredible.

"Are you... In a bad mood?" Mu Shuishan asked in a low voice. Anyway, she is also a policeman. She still has this observation ability.

Zhan Beirong didn't speak. He didn't know whether he heard or fell asleep.

Mu Shuishan doesn't ask any more. If he really doesn't want to tell her, it's unnecessary to ask again.

In the following days, Mu Shuishan pays more attention to Zhan Beirong. She finds that Zhan Beirong's mood is particularly wrong from the day he smokes. He is not willing to communicate with others before, and gradually becomes disgusted with others.

Mu Shuishan couldn't help sighing. He had promised to help his grandson treat his illness. Unexpectedly, Zhan Beirong's condition is getting worse and worse.

Mu Shuishan originally wanted to ask LAN Xu what happened that day. In the twinkling of an eye, LAN Xu looked so happy that he would not reveal anything. As for Li Ying, Mu Shuishan did not dare to ask him.

Mu Shuishan thought for a moment, took out his mobile phone and opened wechat.

"What do you think are the ways to get men out of worry?" Mu Metasequoia is not ambiguous, directly sent a word in the past. A few seconds later, the phone rang.

"Are you... A liar? How dare you steal my friend's cell phone There were a few angry expressions on the back.

Mu Shuishan rolled his eyes and mistook her for a liar!

Holding a mobile phone, the tone was not itchy to say: "I'm your miss mu."

Si Yu is just resting on the set. When she hears Mu Shuishan's voice, she almost laughs off her make-up. When the staff on one side sees her laughing with her stomach covered, they give in a bit of confusion.

"Miss mu, are you sure you didn't take the wrong medicine today? Ask me such questions. " Si language also intentionally added a puzzled expression at the back.

"Can you be serious?" Mu Shuishan looks very serious.

"I really don't know the question you asked, but... Your family is so charming. I'm really curious when you will bring him out to meet me."

"He doesn't like meeting strangers." After typing these words, Mu Shuishan turned off his mobile phone and asked a question, which was a headache.

Mu Metasequoia with scissors boring slanting head, randomly cutting branches and leaves.

"Are you... Mu Shuishan?" A middle-aged man's voice suddenly murmured in front of Metasequoia.

Mu Shuishan looked up at the middle-aged man in front of him. He looked serious and hard to talk. The action on Mu Shuishan's hand stopped and nodded politely, "Hello, are you..."

The middle-aged man laughed and did not directly answer Mu Shuishan's question. "Listen to Yi Shen, you played a great role in Beirong's illness."

After hearing this sentence, Mu Shuishan looked at the man in front of him and subconsciously raised his vigilance. He asked faintly, "ha ha, do you know Beirong?" Just as the middle-aged man was about to answer, there was something wrong with the expression on his face, and the sight that had fallen on Mu Shuishan suddenly shifted. Mu Shuishan turns around curiously and sees Zhan Beirong walk towards her coldly. Zhan Beirong's face seemed to be covered with a thick layer of frost and fog, cold and cold, without any emotion. After looking at the middle-aged man in front of Mu Shuishan, he didn't wait for the man to say anything, but directly took Mu Shuishan's hand back. Mu Shuishan turned around and looked at the man behind him who was somewhat similar to Zhan Beirong. He asked curiously, "that man..." "don't talk to him!" Zhan Beirong interrupts Mu Shuishan's words with a tone of command, which is somewhat puzzling. Zhan Tianmin stands in the same place and looks at the back of Zhan Beirong and Mu Shuishan. It's hard to believe that Zhan Beirong really has such close contact with people. It seems that the woman is more important to him than Zhan Yishen said. Mu Shuishan looks at Zhan Beirong's unhappy face. He doesn't misunderstand her and the middle-aged man... Mu Shuishan scratches his head and says, "I don't know that man... Don't think too much." The expression on Zhan Beirong's face did not change at all. He was still as cold as ice. He responded with a "Hmm" without expression Mu Shuishan bit his lip, and he didn't know what to say. Seeing Zhan Beirong's unhappy appearance, he felt tangled for a while. Zhan Beirong suddenly stopped, his eyes fixed on her hesitant appearance, and frowned. Mu Shuishan saw Zhan Beirong stop, and he was puzzled, "what's the matter?"“ What's up? " Zhan Beirong spits out two words lightly. Mu Shuishan suddenly widened his eyes, stayed by his side for so long, this kind of rhetorical tone she can still understand.