Systematic Director’s Tender Love

He smiled pettingly, leaned down and covered the quilt for Zhao Donghan.

The man was not eager to leave, but stood in front of the bed, staring at her peaceful and beautiful sleeping face.

After a long while, he turned his tall and tall body, reluctantly walked to the door, and unlocked the door.

In order to avoid revealing the matter, he quietly ordered people to take away the three boxes.

Before leaving the bedroom, he did not forget, and gently closed the door for her.

He told the servant not to disturb Zhao Donghan's rest.

Immediately afterwards, brought a few bodyguards, ready to go out to find someone.

After Mr. Zhou heard about this incident, he also planned to go with him, but was stopped by Mu Yichen:

"You are responsible for waiting at home. If He Xinyan finds here directly, you will notify me immediately."

Steward Zhou promised and then analyzed:

"No matter how clever she is, she is only a twelve-year-old girl.

It's not a short distance from the airport to here, she shouldn't be able to walk here alone. "

"Anything can happen to her."

After Mu Yichen finished speaking, he took a few people and drove out of the villa.

After arriving at a gas station and meeting with Leng Kun, Mu Yichen asked again in detail about how He Xinyan had lost.

Subsequently, he divided the bodyguards into teams. When he was about to carry out a carpet search, Mu Yichen received a call from Butler Zhou:

"Master, you are really a clever calculation, Miss Cousin really came to the villa."

"Set up the person first, don't let her go wrong, I will go back immediately."

Mu Yichen was relieved, pursed his lips, and hung up the phone.

The man stepped into the car, opened his thin lips and ordered:

"People found, go back."

Leng Kun, who was sitting in the driving seat, finally took a breath when he heard the news. Turn around and drive to the villa.

Not far after the car drove out, Mu Yichen's cell phone rang again.

The man's gaze swept across the screen casually.

When he could see the three characters clearly above, he couldn't help being stunned.

The long and dense eyelashes blinked a few times.

When it was determined that the caller was really "Mrs. Mu", his pupils shrank and his eyes suddenly brightened.

This call was actually from Zhao Donghan. Could it be that the sun came out from the west today?

In my impression, this was the first time she took the initiative to call him.

She sent him a text message explaining that she hadn't answered the phone. He has not been willing to delete that message, and it is still stored in his mobile phone.

Since the day he gave her this phone, he has been hoping for her to do so.

What was it for that she was finally willing to call him?

Is she sick again?

probably not.

With her personality, if she feels uncomfortable, she will probably not find him.

Or is he begging for Zhao's business again? This is the most likely.

Is it possible that she missed him?

Mu Yichen himself knew that this was a very small chance.

In a blink of an eye, my mind went back and forth.

After a few seconds, he immediately realized that his last thought was indeed a luxury.

The reason for her call, he guessed at so many possibilities, and none of them had anything to do with it.

The long finger slid, and at the moment of answering the phone, the corners of the lips couldn't help raising a joyful arc:

"Hey, are you awake?"

No, the other side was silent.

"What's wrong? Talk."

The quiet air made him a little nervous, and couldn't help but calmly urged.

"Who are you? What about the owner?

I'm looking for my sister, why are you answering other people's calls? "

Zhao Donghan finally spoke, with a cold and elegant voice, with deep doubts.

"Who do you think Lao Tzu is? This is my phone." The joyful smile instantly froze on the handsome face. Mu Yichen gritted his teeth and said every word: "Woman, do you want to die? You can't even hear the voice of your gold master?"

"Oh, sorry.

I made a wrong number, bye! "

Hearing the beep from the receiver, the man's face gradually darkened, and he wanted to throw the phone out of the window.

His favorite woman finally took the initiative to call him once, the reason turned out to be--

Dial the wrong number!

How does this make him accept?

He personally set his phone number on her mobile phone as shortcut key 1. How could he dial the wrong number?

The index finger pressed weakly between his eyebrows, and he felt that sooner or later he would be **** to death by Zhao Donghan.

Then I thought about it again, if she set Zhao Xia Nuan's number to the second shortcut key, it would make sense.

Two key positions, next to each other.

In an impatient situation, it is indeed possible to accidentally press the wrong button.

Leng Kun sat in front of Mu Yichen and drove the car quietly.

Just now, he heard clearly what was in the receiver.

However, he dared not say a word, pretending to hear nothing.

Knowing that at this time, it is wise not to say a word.

In fact, Leng Kun felt very sympathetic to his young master, who had secretly loved Miss Zhao for so long, and had not made any obvious progress.

The young master often held a cell phone in a daze recently, as if waiting for "someone" to call. Most of this "someone" is Zhao Donghan.

Finally, Miss Zhao's call came, but it was not for the young master.

In this case, no matter how he persuades him, he will burn himself.

The young master of his family is meticulous, and the city is very deep.

It is the kind of people that people often say, "You are a minister in society, and there are many handsome routines."

It has always been the master who played with others in the palm of his hand and was so angry that he did not pay for his life. I have never suffered this kind of loss, let alone a woman's anger.

In the past, many women took the initiative to send to the door.

He refused to be bothered and avoided, naturally he didn't need to spend his time to please.

But this time, the young master was completely planted.

Miss Zhao is simply...too amazing.

Leng Kun couldn't help but admire this strange woman who was rare in a century.

In the villa, Zhao Donghan, who was sitting in a chair, gently put down his mobile phone, and smiled wildly.

Her acting skills deeply felt that it was wasted not to act.

A few minutes ago, she thought about it, but still can't rest assured. So, came up with such a method, and successfully achieved the goal.

His voice when answering the phone, although still cold and deep, sounded sonorous and powerful.

Obviously, it was safe and sound.

Now, she was finally relieved.

For the first time, he felt that his voice was quite sweet.

The shadow left by that dream also disappeared with the phone call.

Zhao Donghan felt refreshed, no more worries, ready to take a bath and sleep.

She stretched her hand to her back and found the end of the zipper with her fingers. I was about to open it when I heard a noise at the door.

Then, there was a childish voice like a silver bell:

"Housekeeper Zhou, this is the largest of the guest rooms. It is close to my cousin's room, so I can find him at any time. I want to live in this room."

"Miss Biao, please stay, I'm afraid this won't work.

This room is already occupied..."

This was the voice of Butler Zhou, and it sounded very helpless.