Fickle CEO

There was a momentary blank in the brain.

Ji Heng's eyes are as deep as the sea. After a long time, he suppressed the violent surging of his chest. He helplessly laughs and scoops up a spoon of porridge to help her gently blow it.

Lanxi's face was pale, his eyes were stunned, and his heart was about to jump out of his chest. Yu Guang noticed that his eyes, which could burn people, had penetrated through the glass. He was about to push the door in.

"I haven't seen you act like a coquette before, but now I know that it's killing you to spread it..." Ji Heng smiles and murmurs. He does not leave his lips beside the spoon and speaks softly, with a hint of teasing. Before he reacts, he sees that lovely little face suddenly enlarges in front of his eyes! She couldn't wait for him to deliver the spoon. She blushed and bit into the warm porridge inside the spoon.

Distance, close at hand. He could almost count her slender eyelashes.

Ji Heng, I'm in a daze.

However, from the glass on the door of the ward, the tiny figure in the patient's uniform took the initiative to meet him and entangled with the boy with a gentle smile. His little silver teeth bit the spoon and did not relax. The young man's smile was tolerant and indulged.

So beautiful a scene, look in Mu Yanchen's eyes, but the chest is full of sharp pain!

He stood at the door of the ward, staring at her, and rubbing her appearance in his mind. His handsome face was cold and pale, and his thin lips were pursed in horror. After a long time, he took back his hand on the doorknob, moved his eyes, and lifted his feet against the tearing pain in his chest.

A little nurse was hit by him, nearly fell down, frowned and looked up, but saw his terrible expression.

"You, sir You don't look very well. Are you all right The little nurse couldn't help but chase one step and asked with concern.

"Don't mess with me." Mu Yanchen's hoarse voice rings out, deep and cold, and sharp pain attacks the body.

At this moment, the best, no one should provoke him.

***

on Saturday, Lanxi only saw Mu Mingsheng and Mo Ruqing in the living room.

After getting out of Lao Liu's car, she put her schoolbag in her arms in the living room. Her eyes looked around her and upstairs. Her eyes changed from burning to calm.

Mo Ruqing looked at her and sipped a sip of tea and said, "don't look. Yan Chen is not in."

Lan Xi small face suddenly red, long eyelashes trembled a drooping eye, put on slippers: "I didn't look for him."

Mo Ruqing just wanted to say something, but she frowned and put her hand on her husband's leg. She said, "that's right. How busy is the company recently? Yan Chen is always invisible. Every time he comes back, he goes to sleep without saying a word. You should have a degree. Don't always let him do so many things alone. "

Mu Mingsheng also frowns, it seems that his son has been too hard recently.

Lan Xi listened quietly and heard her chest a little stuffy. She picked up her schoolbag again and whispered, "Dad, aunt Mo, I'll go upstairs first."

***

after taking a bath at night, wearing a lace up nightgown and tucking on the sofa in the living room, Lanxi can't help but look at the huge luxurious floor clock in the corner. It's more than 11 o'clock, but mu Yanchen hasn't come back yet.

Small head lying on the sofa, water eyes staring at the ceiling, a vast white.

For the idea of the swivel chair, she went to play Super Mary. After a few games, she couldn't open her eyes. She went to the sofa and fell asleep with her head arched.

When mu Yanchen came back, it was the second half of the night.

Customer social intercourse is always the most difficult. When he went out, he was not very sober. Ziyao sent him back. In the moonlight, a handsome face was pale, and the wine gas came out from his breath, and his stomach was full of water. He frowned and his thin lips closed in horror. He went to hold the sofa and lay him down at ease. Suddenly, he heard a soft and painful chant, as if he had pressed something down. His body was incredibly soft.