Systematic Director’s Tender Love

In front of her, give some sweetness first, and then go to coax his cousin to tell her the truth.

As expected, President Mu, who can call the wind and rain in the entire business community, has a way of dealing with problems that is beyond the reach of ordinary people.

This man acted harshly, cold-blooded and ruthless.

She, Zhao Donghan, sincerely admires!

Fortunately, she still thinks pretentiously that she aroused his pity, and even hoped that the future could touch his heart.

It seems that she is too conceited.

Whatever gets along for a long time, it will soften emotionally, it is all her illusion.

He was right, she was indeed stupid, she was extremely stupid!

Slowly hanging down the head, a large tear came out of his eyes.

It fell on the tray with a "click" sound.

The strength of the whole body was emptied in an instant, and the tray in his hand became very heavy.

The slender fingers were shaking constantly, and even the mushroom porridge in the bowl almost overflowed.

Not wanting to hear him say something more vicious, she turned around and ran quickly towards her room.

A staggered foot, almost didn't fall.

On the way, I ran into the maid Azhu who was watering the potted plants.

"Miss Zhao, you got up really early today!"

Seeing her at this time, Azhu greeted with some surprise.

Zhao Donghan nodded, and walked up to Azhu in despair.

Put the tray in your hand on the next window sill:

"Yeah. I have nothing to do, I just went to cook a bowl of porridge.

If you don’t dislike it, take it for breakfast! "

Anyway, in his eyes, she is a plaything and a target of revenge.

She does things, he will not be rare.

"I like porridge best, thank you Miss Zhao."

Azhu quickly put down the watering can and held it up with both hands happily.

Seeing that Zhao Donghan had already gone far, she also turned around and walked towards the servant's room.

On the other side, in Mu Yichen's bedroom.

He Xinyan scratched her head seemingly after listening to her cousin.

Mu Yichen's words were too profound. The only thing she understood was that Miss Zhao, who seemed to be the enemy of her cousin.

When his cousin was about to throw her into the river yesterday, Zhao Donghan stood by.

Not only did he not say anything to dissuade him, but he was also fanning the flames nearby, threatening to see her jokes.

Even if the woman is not his cousin's fiancée, she doesn't like her.

So he proposed to Mu Yichen:

"Cousin, since she sinned against you, in my opinion, there is no need to make it so complicated.

Directly, I will teach her for you.

I promise to let my cousin calm down, how about? "

Mu Yichen's eyes shrank, his thin lips lifted slightly, and he said coldly:

"I advise you to dispel this idea as soon as possible.

How to deal with her is my problem, no others need to intervene.

Yeonyan, you know my character.

If you do something that goes against my order, or touch someone you shouldn’t touch, and disrupt my plan, you cannot afford the consequences.

Okay, you go out! "

He Xinyan originally wanted to ask how Zhao Donghan offended her cousin. By the way, she praised the most perfect goddess in her heart-Teacher Yang.

But she looked a little impatient at her cousin's expression, and swallowed the words back.

Anyway, I will be long in Japan, and I have gained a lot today, and she should accept it as soon as she sees it.

So, two steps back:

"Cousin, then you have a good rest, I'll go back to the room first."

Mu Yichen was deeply tired. He leaned on the sofa and closed his narrow eyes. All he thought of was Zhao Donghan.

He originally thought that after such harsh words, the depressed mood could be somewhat relieved.

No, I feel more heavy.

No matter how hard it was, he couldn't change his dedication to Zhao Donghan.

It will only show more and more how naive and ridiculous he is.

What can he do to ease the relationship between the two people?

Did you push her too tightly and had a counterproductive effect, so she hated him so much?

Maybe, he was too impatient.

In order to get her, he had to learn to wait, show patience, and move her step by step.

With a tall and straight body, standing up from the sofa, Mu Yichen planned to go out for breakfast.

As soon as I stepped out of the room, I ran into the maid, Azhu.

In her hands, holding a tray.

After seeing Mu Yichen, Azhu hurriedly bowed and greeted:

"Master, early."

Mu Yichen looked down slightly, glanced casually at the porridge on the tray, frowned and asked:

"Is this to be sent to Miss Zhao?"

Why doesn't this woman go to the dining room to eat?

How can you be full with just a bowl of porridge early in the morning?

"No. Miss Zhao made this bowl of porridge.

She just said that she rewarded me for breakfast.

Miss Zhao is really good. It's pretty good for us servants.

This is the first time that a master cooks porridge for me personally, so excited. "

Azhu smiled heartily and said.

"She did it?" The man heard the words, lifted his eyelids, and re-examined the food on the tray. "You want to take it for breakfast?"

The rising tail sound suddenly dyed a hint of coldness.

Azhu couldn't help but shiver, and immediately reacted, the master was a little unhappy.

Yes, Miss Zhao made the porridge by herself. I am afraid the young master hasn't eaten it before. How could she eat it first?

It was indeed that she had not thought about it well and was arrogant.

As the saying goes, a wise man is perfect, but a fool can't fight back.

And Azhu, obviously belongs to the category of smart people.

She hurriedly passed the porridge over and changed her words flatteringly:

"No no.

Where am I qualified to eat such a good porridge!

I guess, what Miss Zhao meant, must be for you, Master.

Girls are easy to be shy. I'm sorry to give it to you directly, so I pretended to give it to me.

In fact, the meaning is obvious, I hope it will be passed to you.

It must be so, yes.

You see, didn’t I send it to you quickly? "

Azhu's voice is getting lower and lower, this lie is so illogical that she doesn't even believe it.

"Oh? Really?" The man raised his eyebrows and snorted coldly.

give me? What a joke!

When did you see me eating such cheap food? "

"that……"

Azhu was startled, did she understand the owner's intentions by mistake?

Without waiting for her to say anything, Mu Yichen stretched out a slender hand, picked up the porcelain bowl, and explained disdainfully:

"I'll take it away!"

Abandoning this sentence, the man turned around, walked away with his long legs and returned to the room.

Azhu lowered his head, looking at the empty tray, he was a little confused.

Master, where are you going to fall?

Mu Yichen returned to the room, closed the door easily, and raised the corners of his lips.

While praised in his heart, Azhu was quite sensible, and put the porcelain bowl on the coffee table, then leaned over and sat down.

He picked up the spoon, scooped a spoon eagerly, and put it in his mouth.

The soft and waxy porridge slipped through Mu Yichen's throat.

It's delicious, it's delicious!

Mu Yichen narrowed his eyes and sighed contentedly in his heart.