I really don't want a second marriage

too bad!

How does she explain?

Tell him directly that your grandfather may not agree with us, so we have to keep a low profile and can't let others know?

Yetingchen may only think she is a psychopath.

After thinking about it, Han Muzi could only pathetically say, "I've only been in the company for a few days and I'll walk with you. When you see it, you can imagine what they will say about me."

But yetingchen had determined that she didn't want others to see them together. She was a little angry. She didn't respond when she heard the speech, and her face was still cold.

Han Muzi could only reach out and pull his sleeve. "Do you want to see me being talked about by others?"

Night Tingchen looked at her little white hand while driving. The hand was so small that his big palm could be wrapped directly. Thinking of this, his cold and hard heart couldn't help being soft. His eyes looked at her not as cold as before, but there was still emotion.

There was no one in this section. Yetingchen held the steering wheel with one hand, and the other hand grabbed Han Muzi's hand at his sleeve.

The white and soft little hand was wrapped by his big palm. Yetingchen looked at the front and held her hand, "who dares to gossip to you, that is, you can't get through with me. How many people want to get through with me after work in the whole company?"

Han Muzi: "

I don't think so.

Who can't get along with their boss? Doesn't that mean you can't find happiness for yourself? Han Muzi didn't expect him to say so. He was warm in his heart.

She couldn't help laughing, and then said, "it's just that I can't get along with you on the surface. I'll still say it behind my back."

In this world, thousands of troops and bullets can resist. The only thing that can't resist is gossip.

And this one is more lethal than the first two.

Sure enough, yetingchen frowned again after listening to her words. Because of his lips, the lines of his lower jaw were tight.

"I just said those words casually. Don't take them to heart. What does it matter to me what others say? I don't care about those rumors and gossip at all."

All she cares about is him.

But she can't tell him that your grandfather may prevent us from being together, so we can't let your grandfather know.

Oh.

Although Han Muzi said he didn't mind, these words still seemed to climb into his heart along his blood. Yetingchen remembered these words.

Night Tingchen sent her home. He remembered that Wei Chijin asked him to go home early today. When he had something to say to himself, he heard Han Muzi say, "we'll go to the supermarket to buy vegetables later. There's almost nothing in the refrigerator at home."

At home?

Night Tingchen looked at her thoughtfully.

"OK."

After getting off the bus, they went upstairs together. It was a coincidence that the landlord went out for a walk with the dog at this time, so they happened to meet the landlord when they came back upstairs.

Han Muzi really had to sigh in her heart that the landlord's concept of time was really too heavy.

The time when the two sides met was really very good. Every time, the landlord must have not gone out of the door. He met either on the stairs or near the door.

"Bathe purple and bring your boyfriend back. You two have a good relationship."

Sure enough, the landlord said hello to Han Muzi very warmly. After that, he looked at yetingchen more. He was lucky. Even if he was beautiful, the object he was looking for was so handsome that people and gods were angry.

Han Muzi pulled her lips awkwardly. She just wanted to say something, but she felt that her waist was hugged by the people around her. Then she saw yetingchen nodding to the landlord and stopped her by the way.

Huh?

Why did he ask the landlord to stay?

"Excuse me, are there any other Suites here?" his voice was faint and could not hear joy and anger.

The landlord was stunned. He didn't pass them for the first time. He stopped and asked suspiciously, "what's the matter? Is there any problem with the apartment?"

Han Muzi also looked puzzled. She didn't know that yetingchen would suddenly say hello to the landlord and ask so.

Night Tingchen pursed his lips and nodded, "well, what else?"

Seeing that he didn't say the reason, the landlord wondered, but said truthfully: "no, when Muzi came, this was the last suite. I saw that she went abroad alone, so she rented it to her cheaply. What's the matter? What's the problem with the house?"

Night Tingchen frowned and didn't speak to her in detail. Han Muzi could only quickly say, "no problem, but I have friends who want to rent a house recently, so just ask. Excuse me, we have nothing to do."

With that, she smiled, and then pulled Tingchen's hand upstairs.

After the landlord left, Han Muzi took out the key to open the door and said, "why do you suddenly ask the landlord such a question? I think the house is OK..."

As she walked in, she changed into indoor slippers.

"OK?" Wen Yan Tingchen narrowed his eyes slightly. "Don't you want to live in another place?"

Han Muzi straightened up and looked at him.

"Live in another place? Why?"

After asking, her head clicked in her heart. Does yetingchen want her to live with him?

No... if he lived together, he wouldn't ask the landlord that.

He asked if there were any other rooms.

Seeing her confused expression looking at herself, yetingchen's eyes drooped slightly. He suddenly came forward to hoop her waist and bow his head to approach her.

"Do you want me to accompany you to the theatre every time I come?"

Listen to the play???

Han Muzi was ignorant at the beginning. What kind of drama?

But after seeing the light flickering from the bottom of his eyes and hiding an unknown emotion, Han Muzi suddenly reacted.

He refers to the cry of the woman next door yesterday.

Han Muzi: "

She had forgotten about it. Unexpectedly, he still remembered it.

All of a sudden, Han Muzi's face turned red to her ears. Their eyes looked at each other for a moment. She didn't know what she thought. Suddenly, she answered without a head.

"You... Don't live here. Even if you want to listen to the play, it's after ten o'clock. Moreover, you can't every night..."

Realizing something, she suddenly stopped and looked at the close night Tingchen. She almost bit her tongue.

Oh, my God.

What did she just... Say???

Cover your face.

Sure enough, the light in yetingchen's eyes was only flickering, and it was completely dark now. His hand around her waist moved slowly, with a dangerous tone: "after ten o'clock?"

Han Muzi: "

"It seems that you are very concerned."

"I..."

"Huh?"

Night Tingchen moved forward a few minutes, and the distance between them narrowed again. Han Muzi could clearly see the fine fluff on his skin.