Mysterious lover: See you tonight, President

"When you grow up together, why don't you be attracted to white pigment? Isn't it your favorite type to be beautiful and considerate?"

Singing, laughing and joking.

To tell you the truth, if the person mu Yunze liked before was Bai Su, she might not mind so much.

I don't know why. Although I haven't met her several times, I feel close to the person who is Bai su. I only met Xu Anyan once, but it makes her feel uncomfortable instinctively.

This is not only because of Mu Yunze's relationship. Xu Anyan is so perfect that people can hardly see her shortcomings. But this kind of person is the most alarming, because her shortcomings are all in the place where they can't be seen.

"What type do I like?"

Mu Yunze repeated her words, narrowed his eyes and asked, "do you know what type I like?"

Gao Ge wanted to say that it was Miss Xu, of course, but when the words came to his mouth, he went around and swallowed them.

"A beautiful woman with big breasts and long legs."

Mu Yunze snorted coldly, "you think highly of yourself, but I prefer the bad ones."

He pinched her chin and bit her on the lip. "Bai Su is so good. I like to be noisy. I'm a little scheming."

Singing

"You have a strange taste."

Isn't it strange that normal men don't like the weeping little white lotus? The general manager Mu is really unusual.

Ke MuQing sighed. Can you not show your love in front of outsiders? I don't want to know so much. Hello!

All the way with muyunze nonsense, unknowingly, to the Han family.

Han's mansion is a very old style house. The color of the roof has gone through the wind and rain. It doesn't look so conspicuous, but the whole house is well maintained. It should have been some years.

The courtyard is very big, but it is clean. Two rows of magnolias are planted around the road leading to the house. The flowering season has already passed, and the leaves are basically gone, leaving only the bare trunks.

"Han Zhaoxue's taste is too strange. He still lives in this old-fashioned house these days."

Gao Ge can't help but whisper in Mu Yunze's ear.

"This is the old house of the Han family. Han Zhaoxue doesn't live here."

Sing a Leng, "then why are we here?"

"Han Zhaoxue doesn't live here, but Bai Su lives here."

"Ah?"

"She has been separated from Han Zhaoxue for a long time."

Mu Yunze light, it seems that this kind of thing, has long been used to.

"Han Zhaoxue lives outside, and Bai Su lives in the old house with her children."

Sing high and close your lips.

It's no wonder that Bai Su can say that he can't stand the drama of "I don't want to play the love between husband and wife".

As they were saying this, a housekeeper appeared in front of them, "master mu, are you looking for the eldest master?"

"I'll see the girl."

Muyunze light way, "Uncle Li, lead the way."

The man, who was called Uncle Li, looked at Gaoge and said, "this is..."

"My girlfriend."

Uncle Li stared at Gao Ge in surprise, then bowed himself and said, "please follow me."

As he turned around, mu Yunze whispered, "don't ask or talk when you see old lady Han. Stay by my side."

Sing high and answer obediently.

As soon as Li Shugang came in, he saw Han Zhaolin coming down the stairs.

"Boss, sister-in-law, why are you here?"

Han Zhaolin came over with a smile, but the smile was a little absent-minded, unlike his usual.

"I said I wanted to see Nannan before. I just came here when I was free today."

Referring to Nannan, he came back with a smile. "Nannan will be very happy when she knows."

Just then, a middle-aged woman's voice came from upstairs, "Zhaolin, who's here?"

"It's the cloud..."

Before Han Zhaolin spoke, mu Yunze interrupted him and said in a warm voice, "aunt, it's me."

"Yunze."

Speaking room, a middle-aged woman in home clothes came down the stairs.

She should be fifty or sixty, but she looks only forty at most. Her hair is just past her ears, dyed reddish brown and ironed into curls. Her makeup is light, and she looks kind. Her eyebrows and eyes are a bit like Han Zhaolin.

"You haven't played at home for a long time."

The old lady laughed, turned her head and sang, "this is..."

"My girlfriend."

Muyunze pinched a singing hand and said in a low voice, "what are you doing, shouting."

Gaoge this just returned to God, drooping his eyes, soft voice for a way, "Han Bo Mu good."

As soon as Mrs. Han heard that she was mu Yunze's girlfriend, she quickly put on the presbyopic glasses hanging on her chest and carefully looked at her singing.

"Good, good, good," the old lady said with a smile, just like looking at her daughter-in-law.

"It's very nice, but it's a little thin, but there's a lot of meat on the buttocks. It should be easy to bear. I'll ask Master song to help me to match you two some other day."

Singing

Mu Yunze

"Master song, the daughter of general manager Zhang was almost smashed by this magic wand last time. How many times did she tell you not to believe this? How can you still have contact with that magic wand?"

"What a stick! You dead child, I should have listened to the master's advice and sent you to be a monk. Now you won't find a man to annoy me! " Old lady Han glared at him like she wanted to settle accounts with him.

Han Zhaolin

"OK, master song is wise. You're going to the kitchen to see your lotus seed soup. Hurry up, it's almost burnt."

"You son of a bitch, change the subject every time you mention it! I'll come back later and teach you a lesson! "

As she scolded, the old lady went to the kitchen.

Waiting for someone to leave, Han Zhaolin was relieved, "boss, sister-in-law, let's go, I'll take you upstairs to see the baby."

"Where's uncle?"

Mu Yunze asked as he walked. He hasn't seen master Han for a long time.

"I went fishing with some friends. I should be back later."

Chatting all the way to the second floor.

Next to the second room on the left side of the stairs is the white room.

Han Zhaolin stood at the door, knocked gently, and called in a low voice, "sister-in-law, it's me."

It was quiet inside. After a while, I heard a "click" and the door twisting.

Bai Su stood at the door in her plain sportswear, her hair hanging around her, looking a little haggard.

"Zhaolin, what's up?"

Her voice is a little hoarse, like an old unused bellows, which makes people feel uncomfortable.

Han Zhaolin's eyebrows flashed a trace of worry. He slightly stepped aside and whispered, "sister-in-law, the eldest brother and sister-in-law come to see her."