I really don't want a second marriage

The implication is that you can call me Shelly for work contacts, but apart from that, we have nothing to do with each other.

So you're not even qualified to call my name.

Night Tingchen's face remained narrow, but the black fundus of his eyes was obviously darkened.

Yetingchen neither promised nor rejected.

Suddenly, he thought of something, and his thin lips stirred up slightly.

"Yetingchen."

Han Muzi was stunned. Why did he suddenly say his name?

"Gender, male, hobby..." his eyes fell on her face, and then he whispered, "golf, bungee jumping."

Hearing this, if Han Muzi doesn't know what he means, she's a fool.

She just didn't expect that yetingchen would suddenly introduce herself.

She scribbled down as if she didn't know everything about the man.

Night Tingchen's eyes stared at her like a dormant beast, with thin lips opening and closing, word by word.

"Married."

Two words, like a bomb, were thrown into Han Muzi's heart.

Han Muzi's recording hand suddenly gave a meal, but soon recovered and told her that he was married in order to better humiliate her?

She smiled at the bottom of her heart. Whether he was married or single, it had nothing to do with her.

But I didn't know that the night Tingchen opposite had been observing her expression, as if he wanted to find something from her face.

It's just not.

Han Muzi seriously talked to him about work. No matter whether the opposite night Tingchen cooperated or not, she kept asking. If night Tingchen didn't answer, she asked several times, then bowed her head to make a record, and then sorted it out and asked again.

Originally, yetingchen planned to give her only half an hour, but it took more than an hour, and he thought... This more than an hour was not enough for them to get along.

"Thank you very much for your cooperation. I already know your basic needs. Tomorrow I will ask the staff of the company to come and measure you."

"Staff?" yetingchen chuckled, "Miss Shelly, I'm afraid you forget that I have the right to choose designers by myself, or... Your designers never do it personally? Can't you grasp the size better by yourself?"

Han Muzi: "Mr. Ye, I have other things to do."

"Isn't it a new company? If there are many things, others are idle?"

Han Muzi closed her eyes and opened them again. No matter how much she said, she couldn't change the current situation, could she?

"I didn't bring any tools today. Let's find a time tomorrow."

"I'm not sure if I'm free tomorrow. Wait for my notice."

Han Muzi: "... OK, I'll wait for Mr. Ye's notice. I'll go first after I finish my work today."

"Send you."

Who knows that yetingchen followed her out of the office. Han Muzi was embarrassed. "No, Mr. Ye, I drove here myself."

"Oh?" thinking of the car she drove that day, yetingchen unconsciously shook his hand with the key, and a string of keys made a crisp and pleasant sound, "then put the car here and I'll give it to you first today."

Han Muzi: "?"

Ye Tingchen: "don't you want to come over tomorrow to measure the size? I'll pick you up after I inform you."

Even if Han Muzi was calm again, the corners of his mouth could not help twitching.

"There's no need to be so troublesome? Mr. Ye, I really have to go."

When Han Muzi entered the elevator, he was still thinking that yetingchen must be a psychopath, so he would say such words without brains. From the first meeting to the present, what he has done does not seem to conform to common sense, and even what he said is not like his past temperament.

That cold and arrogant night Tingchen.

How could he be like this.

Sure enough, in order to humiliate her, he has trained so much?

Han Muzi lowered her eyes and stared at her heels in a daze.

When she got downstairs, she reached the front desk. The sister at the front desk saw her and quickly showed her a flattering smile. Han Muzi took her eyes back faintly, and then went to drive.

After she got on the bus and fastened her seat belt, Han Muzi thought of a man's magnetic low voice in her mind.

"Married."

What is he announcing?

Tell her that he is married for fear that she will be delusional?

Although she kept herself calm, at this moment... Han Muzi found that her heart was in pain.

She smiled bitterly and put her hand over her chest.

"Han Muzi, what are you thinking? Are you crazy?"

She never wanted to spend the night. Ting Chen's current situation. She just wanted not to meet him again, but now he told himself that he was married. He just dug a hole in her heart with a knife.

Han Muzi closed her eyes against her back and rested for a while. Then she was ready to drive. As a result, her hands were shaking all the time. She endured this discomfort and went on the road.

Along the way, Han Muzi was in a trance until she recovered and found that there were traffic lights in front of her. When she was about to hit the blue BMW in front, she suddenly stepped on the brake.

But it was too late. Her car slammed into the blue BMW in front.

Rear end.

Han Muzi sat on the seat, the whole person was confused, and a cold sweat came out of his back.

Is she... Distracted like this?

The owner of the blue BMW quickly opened the door and knocked at her window.

Han Muzi took a deep breath, adjusted her mood and got off the bus.

"Hey, what's the matter with you? Can you drive? You just hit other people's cars!" as soon as Han Muzi got off the bus, she was attacked by a fierce meal. Her fierce person was a girl dressed especially young and beautiful, dressed in fashion. Han Muzi glanced at her and saw major famous brands.

"Sorry, I didn't mean it." Han Muzi apologized to the man.

"Is it useful to apologize?" the girl looked at her contemptuously. Her eyes looked like a rich man looking at the poor. Han Muzi was very poor in her eyes. "Look at the car you drive, just the public... It's not very good. Can you afford to crash my car like this?"

Han Muzi: "... I'm really sorry. I really didn't mean to. If you don't call the police, how much compensation will I have to pay? Will I shirk my responsibility?"

"Compensate? Can you afford it?" the girl's voice suddenly became louder: "look at you dressed like this, 80% of which company's small white-collar workers? I'm afraid your annual salary is not enough to pay, and dare to say that you can compensate."

Han Muzi thinks the other party is very unreasonable. Is there no problem with her attitude? But the other side is still so aggressive.

"I'm really sorry, but as I've said, I won't shirk responsibility for how much compensation is needed. What's the reason for this lady's bad words to me all the time? Can I afford to pay? As long as I'm willing to pay, won't it be over?"