Hidden marriage wife, too provocative!

When it was lunchtime, the Secretary delayed bringing his lunch in.

Mu Shaoyan pressed the inside line, "where's lunch?"

"I'm sorry, president. I won't arrive until about ten minutes later."

He hung up with a calm face.

ten minutes later.

There was a knock at the door. He didn't lift his head. "Come in."

The visitor's footsteps were very light. It was not his secretary who stepped on the floor in high heels. Mu Shaoyan looked up and saw Zhining in takeout clothes.

Wearing a yellow helmet on her head and two small furry ears, she smiled brightly, raised her lunch and motioned to him: "Dangdang! Sir, your lunch has been delivered. Please be satisfied with the five-star high praise ~ "

On Mu Shaoyan's handsome face, there was no expression. He closed the document with his backhand, covered the pen slowly, threw it into the pen holder, leaned against the big class chair, raised his thin lips slightly, and his voice was as low as water, just like his eyes, slightly cold: "how did you get in?"

It seems necessary to upgrade the company's security system and measures.

Zhining still smiled, as if she hadn't heard the irony in his words. Ignoring his cold attitude, she politely opened the takeout package, "don't dislike it. I bought it from the hotel restaurant to ensure nutrition and delicious."

With a wave of her hand, the document was pushed to the side and replaced by various dishes and rice.

She rubbed her hands with a little request, "well... I haven't eaten yet. If you don't mind, let's go together?"

A pair of watery and clear eyes, as if they could speak, looked at him with cautious prayer.

Afraid of being rejected.

More afraid of being driven away.

At the moment, she looks like being abandoned and living in the street. When she meets a kind-hearted person with a little warmth of charity, she holds it tightly like duckweed, cautious and frightened, afraid of losing her only warmth again.

Mu Shaoyan boasted that he was not a yellow haired boy. He had no experience in love, but she was the only one who made him unable to see through.

He can feel that she has no feelings for him, but she refuses to be his girlfriend again and again.

Since I don't want to make further contact with him, why should I appear in front of him.

Perhaps he was silent for too long. In order to avoid embarrassment, Zhining sat down and opened a pair of chopsticks. "If you don't speak, I'll take it as your consent."

"Get out."

Almost as soon as her voice fell, Mu Shaoyan's cold departure order sounded.

The action on her hand was a meal, and the bottom of her eyes flashed through the dead injury. She hung her head, covered her stomach with her hands, and stared, "but... Now my stomach hurts so much that drinking hot soup should be able to slow down. Don't worry, I'll go. "

She raised her eyes. In her almond like eyes, the water floated, "benefactor, I won't stay. Don't drive me."

Don't drive me.

These four words, like a magic sound around his ears, lingered in his mind all the time.

Mu Shaoyan held out his hand, picked up the cigarette and lighter on the table, got up and walked to the French window.

The metal lighter makes a sound.

There was a faint smell of nicotine in the air.

Against the light, his back was tall and majestic. Only at this time did Zhining dare to look at him unscrupulously.

Mu Shaoyan spits out a cigarette and half his head, "eat quickly and leave after eating."

Or drive her.

Zhining gave a lost "Oh", which sounded very good, but it was full of grievances and losses, but it didn't look like being obedient.