Chief husband, strong love!

Su Yan's heart flashed a touch of doubt.

Obviously, he went to Mu Beishen's house, but it was Mu Zhao who wanted to see her.

Almost everyone knows how much Mu Zhao hates her approaching Mu Beishen.

He should wish she could disappear from Mu Beichen's vision.

How could someone take her to Mu Beichen's house to see her.

Moreover, no matter how close he is to Mu Beichen, he can't go in and out of Mu Beichen's private villa.

Why would you meet her there?

Su Yan lowered his head and pressed his mobile phone again, but there was still no signal.

Damn it!

She looked out of the window and was close to the main road leading to the villa. Her red lips moved gently, and her voice was very low and cold. "Are you always going to die?"

Driver: "

It seems that the hatred is deep.

Every sentence is inseparable from letting president Mu die.

The car stopped slowly in front of Rongjing villa.

Su Yan sat in his place and didn't move. His heart was like a mess.

Mu Beichen doesn't need to borrow Mu Zhao's name, and it's unreasonable for mu Zhao to let her come here.

No wonder she wondered if his injury had worsened to the point of dying.

"Miss Su, please." The driver opened her door with great respect.

Su Yan's fingers tightened. He still looked calm and cold and walked out of the car.

She went to the door, and the servant had opened the door of the villa.

The first floor of the villa is still a delicate and desolate tone.

Only the light on the other side of the restaurant is particularly bright and warm.

At the long table, the servants served the dishes in turn, but mu Zhao was the only one sitting at the table.

Su Yan didn't stop. When he came to the table, he sat down impolitely, and his eyes looked at the opposite side full of questions.

Mu Zhao slightly pulled his lower lip, "it came very quickly."

Look at this posture, Mu Beishen should not be dead.

Su Yan slightly narrowed his eyes and looked at Mu Zhao's more hypocritical politeness than before, "it's a lot of trouble. Won't you come to invite me to dinner?"

Mu Zhao gracefully stretched out his hand and motioned the servant to set up the tableware for her. "Eat first and then everything else is the same."

“……”

She looked at the richness of the table in front of her. She didn't have any hostility to Mu Zhao. It was more difficult for him to ask her whether she deliberately leaked information and asked people to kill Mu Beishen.

Su Yan took out a trace of can smile, but his tone was very perfunctory, "I don't have much appetite at the same table with you."

Mu Zhao turned his head sideways and said to the servant behind him, "go upstairs and invite your husband down."

Su Yan: "

This is not what he wants to say. Su Yan thinks that the house has been sold to him by Mu Beishen. He is the master.

The smile on her face was stunned at the same time.

Mu Zhao poured a glass of wine, then ordered the servant to pour it for her, hooked his lips and said, "have an appetite this time?"

Su Yan folded his legs, leaned his back against the seat, picked up the goblet, and his charming little face floated a layer of cynical smile, "do you have any misunderstanding about me? Do you think I have an appetite when I see him?"

"No?" Mu Zhao smiled lightly. "I think it's good for you to live together. If he didn't fight for his body, you wouldn't have to drive him out."

"You're quite right, cousin!"

The obvious sarcastic tone did not make Mu Zhao angry this time.

Instead, he thought more about it on his face and replied lightly, "don't worry, brother and sister, he's almost fine."

"Cough -" Su Yan suddenly choked out a mouthful of wine he had just drunk.

Brother... Brother what?

Mu Zhao chuckled and played with the glass in his hand. "Younger brothers and sisters, slow down, don't worry."