Chief husband, strong love!

Mu Beishen also held a small wine glass filled with sake in his hand, and smiled with thin lips, "yes."

"So why not love her well." The Cook said with emotion, "she really loves you. She said that no matter what the result is, at least she doesn't regret it. I haven't seen her again in recent years. I thought she still didn't get what she wanted, so I left here sadly. Just like when I was hopeless, I also wanted to leave here and go back to Japan."

Mu Bei sank and spoke. His eyes coagulated with a deep gray. He looked at Su Yan and took several pictures with the waiter.

Whatever the result, at least she doesn't regret it.

She probably took this sentence as a joke.

Never think so again.

"What are you talking about!" Su Yan came back from taking photos and his eyes wandered between them.

They were just talking.

Will Mu Beishen still talk to the cook?

The Cook said with a smile, "just talking about my wife, I almost gave up. Thank you for your encouragement and let me stick to it for a long time. Only then did I know that my waiting was not in vain. You Chinese have a poem called keeping the clouds open and seeing the moon. Little smoke girl, I hope you can be happy!"

Su Yan's red lips bent gently, "thank you."

*

When returning to the car, Su Yan reported the address of Zhuang Su company to the driver.

She looked out of the window and watched the car drive for a while before she whispered, "you don't have to misunderstand whether my good temper today means anything else. I just don't want to make trouble with you until you change your mind. It's not only a waste of effort, but also a stone head to hit your own feet."

He stared at her sideways for a moment, but Su Yan didn't intend to turn around. He still only looked at the car running outside the window.

"After I got off, it had nothing to do with you. You didn't think it had happened all this week, and I don't want to remember." She continued to move her lips, "I won't pay back the money, and I can skip the advertisement, but I also trouble you not to do similar things again. What I like to do and what I don't like to do really have nothing to do with you."

The man's silence from beginning to end, she doesn't know whether to agree or not.

In fact, Su Yan was more inclined to say that he didn't speak, but refused to say what she meant, for fear that she would quarrel.

If a few words can make him die, he is not mu Beishen.

On this thought, she thought it was meaningless to go on.

But she was very happy today.

The car was parked downstairs. She unfastened her seat belt and turned to look at him.

Before she opened the door, she thought for a moment or asked, "where did the man who assassinated you get the news last time?"

Mu Beichen didn't seem surprised. She suddenly asked.

Even, she should have asked.

"You think it's him. You think it's not him or others."

Su Yan bit the pronunciation, "Mu Beishen!"

"No matter what I say, I want you to believe it." He said indifferently, "in the end, the result in your heart is still only from this sentence."

Su Yan whispered, "you know you don't deserve me to believe?"

"No, I think you believe me." Mu Beishen looked at her and said, "you believed me when Mu Zhao sent you. But compared with him, you may believe him more."

Su Yan couldn't even believe it. He said it.

Until his last explanation, "because he didn't hurt you."