I really don't want a second marriage

Unexpectedly, the cold night also put out the fire and followed her out of the car.

Han Muzi was surprised, "Mr. Han?"

"Let's send you upstairs." the cold night smiled. "I don't trust you to go upstairs alone because your mental state is so bad."

Han Muzi: "

She reached out and pinched her cheek. Is her mental state so bad?

This unconscious action fell into the cold eyes of the night, but it was very delicate. Obviously, it was already a mother, but sometimes it was really unconscious.

The night was cold and couldn't help but want to stretch out his hand, but after thinking about it, he still stopped this action.

"Come on, I'll take you upstairs."

As soon as he was ready to take a step forward, a figure hurried in and out.

It was Leng Yueyue. She stepped forward and walked to Han Muzi. "Muzi, you're finally back. I have something to find you."

"What's up?"

Leng Yueyue took a look at the cold night. Han Mu realized something, so he said to him, "thank you for your hospitality today. I'll invite you back if I have a chance."

She has been around for a cold month. The night is cold. Naturally, it's not good. At this time, if you say to send her upstairs, you can only smile and say: "OK, I can remember that. It's better to hit the sun when the day is chosen. I'll pick you up at night? Pick up Xiaomi Dou by the way?"

After listening to the speech, Han Mu's purple color changed slightly: "no? I'm today..."

"That's it. I'll pick you up after work."

However, the cold night didn't give her a chance to refuse. After that, she left.

After he left, Han Muzi looked at his back with a headache and got into the car. Then she thought of something. Looking at Lengyue, "what can I do for you?"

Leng Yueyue shook her head: "I'm not looking for you, it's night less looking for you."

"What?"

Less night? She means yetingchen?

Leng Yueyue coughed and looked at the cold car leaving at night. She asked awkwardly, "Muzi, what's the relationship between you and him? Is he chasing you?"

After listening, Han Muzi frowned and didn't have time to answer. Lengyue said again, "Oh, I still don't tell you about it now. It's not important. You'd better go upstairs and go back to your office. I'll wait for you in your office."

Lengyue said and pushed her into the elevator.

"Wait, is he the one you're talking about?"

Didn't he go on business? Why did you come back suddenly? And ran to her office?

I haven't said a word for several days. It's like an evaporated man. What are you doing here?

"Which night is less?" Leng Yueyue asked back, then looked at Han Muzi and said, "he has been waiting for you for a long time, about an hour."

An hour?

Did he come when she first went out with the cold night?

"I'll go first!"

After the elevator door opened, Leng Yueyue returned to the floor where she worked. After the elevator continued to close, it continued to rise.

After getting out of the elevator, Han Muzi walked towards the office.

It was clearly her own office, but Han Muzi felt a little nervous at this time. Standing at the door of the office, she didn't open the door, but stood there in a daze.

I don't know how long I stood like this. Han Muzi finally sighed, and then stretched out his hand to open the door.

Originally, I thought I would see Tingchen sitting on her desk one night with cold eyes, but I didn't expect that after pushing away, the office was actually empty.

Han Muzi was stunned and went in.

Didn't you say here?

But why is there no one in the office?

Did Leng Yueyue lie to her? But what's the advantage of lying to her? Han Muzi walked in with doubts. When she just wanted to close the door of the office, a figure suddenly flashed in front of her. Before she could respond, she was caught by her hands and pressed on the wall.

"Ah... HMM." Han Muzi just exclaimed, and the person in front of him leaned down and pressed down, holding her lips roughly.

The familiar breath strongly enveloped her. Han Muzi stared at the handsome face close at hand.

Yetingchen

When she saw it just now, there was no one in the office. Where did he come from?

However, Han Muzi was not in the mood to think about it now, because yetingchen's kiss was very hot, which forcibly robbed all her consciousness. She wanted to push him away, but he fought hard against her.

When Han Muzi thought he was going to lack oxygen, yetingchen finally let her go and gasped gently against her forehead.

Han Muzi was greedy to absorb the fresh air. His legs softened by his forcible kiss. He could only reach out and grab his collar and lean against him.

"Do you miss me?"

He opened his mouth. His voice was low, dull and charming.

Han Muzi opened his mouth, but he seemed to be unable to help himself. He bowed down and kissed her on the corner of her lips, then the kiss gradually moved up and fell on the tip of her nose, and finally covered her eyes.

Han Muzi subconsciously closed her eyes.

The neck was cold, as if there was something more. At the same time, the lips covering her eyes moved away and moved to the root behind her ears.

The neck was cold and uncomfortable. Han Muzi felt wrong. He reached out and touched a chain.

She looked down and saw a diamond pendant.

"You..."

Han Muzi raised her head and unconsciously looked into the deep eyes of yetingchen.

"Do you like it?" night Tingchen's thin lips slightly lifted an arc, closed his eyes and rubbed her forehead, spitting out all the warm breath on her face.

Then Han Muzi heard his low voice complaining.

"I chose it specially for you. In order to come back to see me, I haven't slept for two days."

Han Muzi: "

When a man finished, he leaned on her shoulder and closed his eyes.

Han Muzi: "what are you doing?"

Is he going to stand here and sleep on his shoulder? Han Muzi pushed him, but he hugged his waist, rubbed her neck, and whispered, "don't move, let me lean for a while."

In this independent small space behind the door, the air was full of masculine atmosphere belonging to yetingchen. Han Muzi was held by him and suddenly thought of the phone call he made last night.

She blinked, her head could not help moving slowly, and smelled the shirt on yetingchen.

Clean, is only his own flavor.

Han Muzi didn't believe it. After smelling it again, he still had the smell of yetingchen alone.

No, the girl answered the phone for him and said he was taking a bath. They should be in the same room. Why doesn't he smell at all?

Did you change your shirt in advance?

Thinking, a low smile came from his neck: "what are you smelling?"

Han Muzi hesitated and gave a pair of smiling eyes.

He tightened her waist and said with some satisfaction, "do you know what you look like now?"

Like what?