See You Tonight, My Evil Husband

Tired of crying, Jiang Shijin went back to her bedroom to take a hot bath, and then lay soft in bed.

Mu Xiaoran still didn't come back. She wondered if he would never come back after that day

I don't know where he lives. Does his head hurt.

She took out her mobile phone, turned out his phone, hesitated before pressing it again, turned out wechat and wrote: do you still have a headache?

After thinking about it, he deleted it and wrote: remember to take medicine.

No, I deleted it and wrote: you don't want to come back to live?

Still wrong

Simply delete them all and call Yang Fan.

"Secretary Jiang."

Jiang Shijin "coughed" and asked in her voice, "I'm sorry to bother you so late. I just want to ask, mu Xiaoran... Does his head still hurt?"

"The president didn't leave when I left the company, but I asked before and he said it was all right."

That is OK if you have no trouble.

Jiang Shijin breathed a sigh of relief: "I know, thank you."

Hanging up, she lay quietly in bed, staring at her mobile phone.

At the other end, the president's office of Dingsheng.

Yang Fan prepared the medicine, poured a glass of water and went in: "president, take the medicine."

"Put it." Mu Xiaoran's face was overcast, but he was still very handsome, but there was still no expression on his uncanny face.

"You can get off work."

Seeing that he was in a bad mood, Yang Fan didn't dare to talk. After all, it's not good for an outsider to take too much care of the couple's affairs.

"Then you must remember to eat."

"Wordy."

Yang Fan was helpless, touched his ear and withdrew.

Obviously, he's very uncomfortable. He has to say that he's okay. He's afraid that others are worried and don't admit it. Why?

Is this also the mood between lovers?

In such a big office, mu Xiaoran got up, stood in front of the French window, looked at the brightly lit city in the dark, and a trace of sadness flashed in his eyes.

In order to get his status and the right to be the master in Mu's family, he worked hard and completed a total of five-year courses abroad in less than two years, won his degree and created a legend.

It took half a year to win the position of president of Dingsheng, and then two years to mention the performance of Dingsheng again and again, so that its momentum in Jiangyang city rose again and again, becoming a situation that is now shocked by everyone.

Today's glory was bought by him for many sleepless nights.

The only reason why he did all this was Jiang Shijin.

He hoped that at the time of reunion, he could give her a perfect happy life by himself.

The office door was pushed open and Moran came in: "you haven't left yet. You don't plan to live in the company."

Mu Xiaoran turned around and said, "what are you doing here?"

"I'll give you welfare." morang smiled and walked in front of him: "a drop in the ocean. Let's get up. Today, my buddy has enough to drink with you."

"Not interested." Mu Xiao ran, without expression, bypassed him and sat on the sofa.

Uh

Morang shriveled his mouth and kept his interest: "can you give some strength? I see you are in a bad mood and specially save the game for you. Xiao Dongdong also comes and walks!"

"Not interested."

This is cold water.

Morang wilted in an instant: "Why are you like this? I treat and I spend money."

Mu Xiao glanced at him: "I'll give you the money. Go yourself."

“……”

Well, this guy is not short of money.

Mo Lang sighed, pursed his lips and sat next to Mu Xiaoran. He put his hand on his shoulder and said meaningfully, "don't you just quarrel with your secretary Xiaojiang? Let's listen and see if I can help?"

"No, just leave me alone."

This is critical hit.

Morang bit his teeth and closed his eyes. He covered his liver with his hand. It was a painful expression: "I'm hurt."

Mu Xiaoran didn't think so, and his indifference didn't decrease at all.

"Oh, let's go! Xiao Dongdong has arrived. If you don't pick up now, I'll lose face. Let's go!" Moran had no choice but to catch him and act coquettish in a low voice.

Mu Xiaoran pushed away his hand in a cold tone: "don't touch me, stay away."

"OK!" moranson opened his hand, spread his hands and made a gesture of Surrender: "can you go now?"

"If you want to go, go by yourself. I'm really not interested."

After taking the medicine, although the headache is better, it still hurts faintly. He has been drinking for several days. If he drinks it again, he will die.