Fickle CEO

Without shoes or going to the bathroom to wash, she came down from the bed barefoot and walked towards the door of the room in a daze. She walked faster and faster. At last, she almost shook the door handle, opened it in a hurry, and looked out -

the wool carpet fluttered on the ground in the empty corridor, emitting a quiet smell.

The two men standing at the door were awakened by the man who opened the door.

After a pause, the tall and straight figure of the man turned to see her and called out, "Miss mu."

Lan Xi stares at the empty corridor. His clear face exudes a trace of confusion. He looks back to him for a long time.

"You're still there." She said in a hoarse voice.

The man looked at her and nodded strangely, "yes, I'm still there."

"Then why doesn't he come back?" She continued to look up.

The man touched his lips with his fist and coughed awkwardly. He said in a low voice, "Miss mu, do you want to wear your clothes before you talk?"

Lan Xi was stunned, with a pale little face to brush away the confusion, and took a look at his own dress up. His hand lifted and grasped the collar, and he hastily stepped back a few steps "bang!" The door had to be shut with a bang.

What's wrong with her?

Holding the neckline and standing in place for a while, she felt the coolness seeping into her feet. Even if she stepped on the carpet, she felt the chill of Los Angeles. She walked back slowly again and climbed to the bed to look for her mobile phone.

Fingers gently slide on the screen, and finally stop at the number of muyanchen.

She bit her lips and felt the pain coming to her heart through her lips. She felt a trace of sadness in her clear eyes. She knew that she should not disturb her, but she could not help but gently flicked her finger out.

Mu Yanchen drove back in the middle of the night. As soon as he got off the car and was ready to enter the hotel, the mobile phone inside his suit rang. He released the door handle. When he wanted to close it, the person next to him had already closed it. Mu Yanchen's deep eyes lifted up and glanced at him.

"Drive back. I don't need it." He spoke lightly and turned away.

The man, with brown hair and blue eyes, looks like a half breed. He looks a little tense. Seeing him leave, he quickly locks up the car and says, "Chen, if you can, I'd like to ask you to think about it. Come back to digland York. I promise it will be a thousand times better than your family business in China. You can't tell that the board of directors has been waiting for you for several months, just waiting for you..."

"I'm not very free." Mu Yanchen back to him, black eyes swept across the mobile phone screen.

"Then you can give a specific time and when you can come back. We can continue to wait..."

Mu Yan Chen's feet slow down, micro frown, lift eyes and gaze at him: "first shut up - don't make a sound."

The person in front of him was finally awed and stopped making a sound. Mu Yanchen walked away with a straight figure and picked up his mobile phone in two steps and said in a low voice: "Lan Xi."

That low soft two words heard through the radio waves in Lan Xi's ears, she was stunned, did not make a sound.

Mu Yanchen's heart was slightly pulled up, and his expression was tense. His thin lips were close to the receiver and said in a low voice: "can you hear me What's the matter? "

Lan Xi clenched the mobile phone and made a sound after a long time It's almost ten o'clock. "

The soft and hoarse voice made mu Yanchen tremble in his heart. He raised his hand to look at his watch. It was nearly ten o'clock. He had left her alone in the hotel all day. Clenching his fist, he said softly, "you can open the window now. I'm downstairs."

Lan Xi trembled for a while, water eyes can't help but look to the window covered by the curtain, and the heart tightens.

She got up with a trace of inconceivable, barefoot went to the window, opened the heavy curtain, and the window was suddenly shivered by the cold air pouring in. In the cold wind at night, Lanxi leaned over and looked down.

"No, there's a lot of people down there." She frowned and her voice was pitiful.

The wind made her hair flutter wildly, and her fingers were frozen. However, she could not find him in a shaking figure.

Mu Yanchen thin lips tightly pursed, from that piece of shadow to walk out slowly, looking up at her position: "now?"

"Qi Qi looks at the ice cold water, and finally he can feel the cold water.

"Go in and don't catch a cold. I'll be there in a minute." He was soft and soothing.

"Chen..." The man saw that he hung up the phone and immediately came up to persuade him.

"I can't go away --" Mu Yanchen's voice is low, and his dark eyes are full of the depth and entanglement that others can't understand. When he meets him, he pats him on the shoulder, "don't tell me about this for the time being."

For the time being, he had no mind or strength to tell him about these things.

The man struggled in his heart, watching him go far away. He couldn't help but keep up with him, thinking that he must take the opportunity of his business trip in Los Angeles to keep him here completely! He never understood why he could let go of such a powerful force as digland York, and compared with it, what is a small Mojia?!And the short phone call he just made was the reason why he refused to come back?

In more than ten years, he has never seen mu Yanchen speak to people with such a gentle tone and expression!

Can follow muyanchen into the hotel, less than half a moment, found muyanchen's feet strange stop in the hall, straight figure half side, cold eyes with a trace of bloodthirsty murderous spirit staring at a figure in the hall tea seat sofa.

Still.

Mu Yanchen never wanted to use the word "haunted" to describe his mother.

But at this moment, his heart is full of bloodthirsty cold, cold heart.

In the distance, Mo Ruqing's elegant and elegant makeup is softer than that in the daytime. She even orders a cup of coffee. When she looks through the magazine and bumps into mu Yanchen's eyes, she even smiles, sips the coffee and puts it back, no longer looking at her.

It's just like sitting around here.

Mu Yanchen's eyes were cold as ice, and his face was tight. He raised his feet and walked slowly past, standing still and staring at her.

"Back?" Mo Ruqing raised her eyes with a kind smile on her beautiful face.

Such a smile, some thrilling taste.

When she picked up her mobile phone and looked at the time, Mo Ruqing's smile was deeper and she said softly: "it's just the right time to come back. She's waiting for you in the hotel for a day. She's just going to accompany her. She probably wants to miss you, right?"

Mu Yanchen's cold face turned white, almost she made some flash.

After a long time, he finally took off his cold and frigid guard, bent over her sofa for a time, and said in a low voice, "what do you want to do?"

Mo Ruqing sneered, a little ironic, and put her hand around the ring of the coffee cup.

"What do I want to do? Yan Chen, I'm giving you what you want. Can't you see it? " If you look at her cool face tonight, you can always smile at each other, how can you do it You're bold, aren't you? Then finish the whole set well and see if it is more comfortable and happy than when you are furtive? "

Sneer continued, you ran in the cool, Mo Ruqing crooked his head, smiling kindly and soft: "do you say?"

Mu Yanchen's cold eyes staring at her, thin lips tight into a line, fingers also tightly into the sofa, the upper blue veins burst up, showing his forbearance.

Listening to his own mother say these, it is cutting his dignity, squeezing his sin, and torturing his conscience!!

Scarlet blood slowly climbed up the eyes, muyanchen forced to endure for a long time before he opened his mouth: "Mom..."

"Don't call me mother," Mo Ruqing interrupted with a sneer, and her posture was more beautiful and charming. "Even she is my daughter's according to her seniority, and she is my child. Even when others praise her, they will say," Mrs. mu, you really have a pair of good children... "

"Oh, I also feel that I really have a pair of good children..." Mo Ruqing's sneering face floated a layer of tears flashing cold light, "especially today, when you tell me that you love her, I don't know what kind of moral principles are heavy in you Yan Chen, why don't you show me today? See if you don't have to understand etiquette, justice, integrity and shame? "

Mu Yanchen closed his eyes, his face was pale, his heart was gouged and cut, and he was forced to a desperate situation.

He always knew his ruthlessness. When he finished his first acquisition at the age of 17 and saw the other party lose his fortune, he knew how cruel he was. It was just the blood of his own mother, which never came out of nowhere.

He has always known her cleverness, but what he does not know is the means of her speech, like a knife, which is so shallow and powerless, but it is deadly. It stabs people in the most vulnerable places, and the pain is irresistible in an instant.

He couldn't even say a word.