Flash Marriage: Her Tycoon Husband

Qin Muchen picked up the suit jacket on the back of the chair, and looked at Nanchuan firmly: "No matter what, it's better than falling into the hands of those people. If necessary, I'd rather destroy it."

After hearing Qin Muchen's words, Nanchuan's expression became serious.

"What's the meaning?"

He felt that Qin Muchen's tone was not right.

Qin Muchen has always been a calm person.

Back then, the first time he met Qin Muchen on the street, he felt that this was not an ordinary man.

Facts have proved that he was not mistaken. In the past ten years or so, Qin Muchen has grown rapidly.

He watched Qin Muchen come to this day, every step Qin Muchen took, every decision he made was determined and confident.

There is never a time when he misses, he can hold his breath, what he wants, the success he wants, he will try his best to achieve it.

However, just now he heard Qin Mushen say that when necessary, he would rather destroy it.

There was a trace of lack of confidence in Qin Muchen's words.

He could hear the anxiety and uneasiness in Qin Mushen's tone.

How could Qin Muchen be uneasy? How could you not be confident?

The only person who can change Qin Muchen's mood greatly is his wife.

However, nothing happened to my wife recently...

If he was just a subordinate, he might only continue to carry out his orders in this situation, but he is Nanchuan who has been with Qin Muchen for so many years.

They are bosses and subordinates, as well as relatives.

"Boss, what happened?"

Qin Mushen walked out the door, ignoring his question directly: "It's getting late, and it will be very busy during this time."

"Boss!" Nan Chuan said with a hint of resistance.

Qin Mu didn't move, and tilted his head slightly: "Things have to be done well, and you should also pay attention to your body."

Leaving such a sentence, he went straight out.

Nan Chuan froze in place.

Qin Muchen seldom expressed such concerns.

In the past, if Nanchuan was injured or fell ill when he was sent out to work, Qin Muchen would just find the best hospital and doctor to see him, but he would not say much.

Qin Muchen's simple sentence seemed to contain a lot of emotions.

But Nan Chuan knew that if Qin Muchen didn't want to say anything, no matter how much he asked, he wouldn't get a result.

...

Qin Mu Shen returned to the bedroom, Su Ziyue was leaning against the head of the bed, sitting upside down, already asleep.

She was probably going to wait for him, but she fell asleep first.

Qin Muchen was about to walk over to put her down, but he remembered that he had just smoked in the office.

He stretched out his hand and smelled his fingers, and sure enough, he smelled a smell of smoke.

He turned and went into the bathroom, took a quick shower before coming out.

Although he had tried his best to relax his movements, Su Ziyue still woke up.

She looked at him with sleepy eyes, and woke up suddenly, her brain was still a little dull, she was dazed for a few seconds before she could react, and muttered, "You're back..."

As she spoke, she burrowed into his arms.

"Yeah." Qin Muchen let her wrap her around him, and after a reply, he said, "Don't wait for me, I'll be back very late these days."

Su Ziyue responded vaguely: "Oh."

There are indeed too many things to be busy recently.

Qin Muchen brushed aside the hair on her forehead, and said softly, "Did you hear what I said? Don't wait for me at night..."

"But you're still angry today..." Su Ziyue was about to fall asleep again, her voice was as thin as a mosquito, but Qin Muchen could still hear it clearly.

He paused, his brows and eyes suddenly softened, a smile appeared on his lips, and he pinched her ears with the utmost sympathy.

Su Ziyue's ears are sensitive, so she shrank back, opened her eyelids slightly, saw the smile on his face, and said in a daze, "Itches, don't pinch..."

Qin Muchen felt that her dazed appearance was cute, so he couldn't help reaching out and pinching her again.

Su Ziyue stretched out his hand to stop him, and most of them woke up after dozing off, and scolded him: "Don't make trouble! I'm sleepy."

She spoke very succinctly, and she seemed really sleepy.

The smile on Qin Mu's face didn't decrease but increased: "I'll stop being angry if you let me pinch enough."

"..." Scoundrel!

Su Ziyue glared at him dissatisfied, turned over and lay on her stomach, her voice came out from under the quilt, buzzing: "Squeeze it!"

Seeing her like this, Qin Mushen smiled even bigger. He slid down a little, and deliberately leaned into her ear and said, "Then I'm not polite?"

Her ears turned red all of a sudden.

Qin Muchen stretched out his hand and pinched it, it was a little hot.

Then, they kissed.

Su Ziyue trembled: "Didn't you say pinch..."

"Now I want to kiss."

"you……"

"If you kiss enough, you won't be angry."

"..." Su Ziyue could only swallow her anger and accept.

However, ten minutes later.

"Did not you say……"

"I didn't say it was just kissing and nothing else."

"..." Su Ziyue felt that she couldn't bear it now, but she couldn't resist.

...

In the following days, Qin Muchen was very busy.

But the strange thing is that the president is so busy that he doesn't have time to drink water all day long, but the secretary Su Ziyue is getting more and more idle.

"What are you up to?"

Every time Su Ziyue was curious to see what he was busy with, Qin Muchen would openly show her the documents and information he was looking at.

They were all things that Qin Muchen dealt with daily, nothing special.

In just one week, Qin Muchen lost weight at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Su Ziyue couldn't bear to see him so tired, and wanted to share his worries: "Is there anything I can do for you?"

"It's okay, I can still handle it." Qin Muchen rejected her request as she expected.

Su Ziyue had no choice but to go back to her work station and do her own thing slowly.

After get off work, Qin Muchen had to work overtime in the company, and Su Ziyue had nothing to do.

She didn't know why this happened, the president was so busy, how could the secretary be so relaxed?

Qin Muchen insisted on not letting her help, so she had no choice but to go home and cook for Qin Muchen.

She packed up her things and walked to Qin Muchen's desk: "I'll go back first."

Qin Mu lowered his head without raising his head: "The driver is waiting for you downstairs."

Until the office door was closed, Qin Muchen raised his head and looked in the direction of the door. To be on the safe side, he got up and locked the door, and then went back to open the locked drawer.

There are already several empty medicine bottles in there.

It was the medicine that Mo Xiyi left for him before he left.

He thought he could take it for a long time, but now the amount he took was getting bigger and bigger, and he was going to finish it soon. He even suspected that these medicines would not be able to last until the day Su Ziyue was sent back to China...

Last week, he tentatively sent an email to Mo Xiyi, but there was no reply until now.

Although Mo Xiyi said, if you have no medicine, you can send him an email.

I'm afraid, he himself never thought that the medicine he made would be consumed so soon.

Moreover, when he joined MSF, the places he went to were all war-torn and unsettled places. There were too many uncertain factors. Whether he could receive his emails could only depend on luck.