Systematic Director’s Tender Love

Said Mu Yichen as his nephew, and he took a big advantage without knowing it, which made Zhao Donghan feel much better.

Who caused Mu Yichen to be so excessive just now, first lied to her and said that he would give it to others, and then played with her when giving gifts?

Isn't it too much to retaliate with this method in secret?

She couldn't beat the other party if she did it; she didn't have his tongue when they argued.

Zhao Donghan sighed silently, she was only left in the fictional story, secretly being an elder, and taking advantage of him.

After everyone had eaten for a while, Shen Shan nodded and summoned the waiter:

"Follow the menu and bring up the wine I ordered."

"Yes, Mr. Shen."

The waiter turned around and got ready.

Shen Shan turned around and said to Mu Yichen:

"Just now, I ordered a bottle of Lafite from 1982.

Achen, that is your favorite brand. "

Mu Yichen raised her lips lazily, and smiled seemingly.

Seeing that he did not refuse, Zhao Donghan raised his eyebrows and almost didn't stand up to stop him.

Doesn't this man know how to cherish his body?

With his current physical condition, it is not suitable for drinking at all!

When the words reached her lips, she endured it again.

He bit his lower lip, and finally sat there without moving.

In the presence of so many people, she used to stop Mu Yichen from drinking, which was obviously inappropriate.

In the eyes of others, she would definitely think she was particularly rude.

Even a girlfriend can't directly speak out in front of a man's friends, not allowing his man to drink.

What's more, she is not his girlfriend.

Even if she gave her up and ran over to say it, I am afraid she would be humiliated by herself, and the other party would not listen.

However, if she didn't say anything, Mu Yichen would definitely not exercise restraint.

What to do?

Soon, the red wine was served. The waiter opened on the spot and poured half a cup for everyone.

If you don't stop it, it will be too late.

She glanced at the phone in front of her and decided to send him a text message to try.

Flexible fingertips bounced quickly on the screen, typing two words:

Don't drink!

Mu Yichen stretched out his slender hand and held up the transparent goblet. Just about to put it to his lips, the phone rang.

Had to put the cup down gently, picked up the phone and took a closer look. It was sent by Zhao Donghan.

He twists his eyebrows slightly, what the **** is this woman doing?

Isn't she sitting across from him? What can't be said directly, what text message?

He couldn't help squinting his eyes and glanced at Zhao Donghan.

I saw that little woman, with her head down innocently, playing with her phone casually.

On the surface, no one would guess that she sent the text message.

After reading the text message, the man twitched his lips. With a long finger, she replied: Why, the wine is poisonous?

Zhao Donghan received the message, scratched his head speechlessly, and explained: No, because of your injury...

Entering here, she suddenly felt wrong. Saying that, it seemed that she was caring about him. Deleted them all quickly and replaced them with:

No, I'm just worried, what if you drink too much again, like last time, they insist that I send you back? I don't have the strength to carry you to the car today.

When Mu Yichen saw the word "worry", his eyes lit up.

After reading the next content, the brilliance in his eyes dimmed immediately.

It turned out that she was not worried about him, but afraid of trouble.

He was silent, and replied a few words absently:

Don't worry, you don't need to send it today, I will call Leng Kun over.

After Zhao Donghan received the information, he squeezed the corner of his clothes rather helplessly.

When he said this, she seemed to have no reason to dissuade her.

Glancing at him with the corner of light, he found that he stretched his long fingers to the goblet again.

Anxious in her heart, she sent another message:

Alcohol is not good for wound healing, so it is better not to drink it.

He replied without mercy: Even so, what does it have to do with you?

Zhao Donghan hesitated for a while before he began to input: If I say that the injury on your hand makes me a little guilty, would you listen to my advice?

This sentence is not what she should have said. It's a bit over-the-line, beyond her duty.

Therefore, after ordering to send, she was both nervous and nervous, and she did not dare to look up at his expression.

After a few seconds, the phone shook twice.

Fingertips tremble slightly, and look: Isn't it because you are worried about me?

Without even thinking about it, she immediately denied: No.

This time, it took a little longer, maybe ten seconds later, before the information came:

Say-you are worried about me, so I won't drink it.

Zhao Donghan raised his hand to support his forehead, trying to tactfully refuse:

Shao Mu, is it good to lie?

The other party seemed to be impatient, and his words were obviously a little bit harsh. Through the words, she could feel the coolness between the lines in his words:

Zhao Donghan, on the bed, you are like a piece of wood, you can't play any tricks.

Nowadays, can't you even coax people?

Don't talk nonsense, no matter whether it is true or not, just follow the requirements of this young master!

She couldn't help but raise her eyes and glared at him harshly.

He lowered his eyes and didn't look at her at all. Playing with a goblet in his hand, his expression was calm and gentle.

She withdrew her gaze, angrily secretly:

This man, really a child, is making trouble out of nowhere!

She was just kindly persuading him, and he was still excited.

Whether he is dead or alive, what does it matter to her? Why should I coax him?

After the belly defamation, the body still did it honestly. The white fingertips moved up and down, slowly typing a few words on the screen:

Don't drink it, okay? I am worried about you.

Although, this is indeed what she said in her heart. However, she has never expressed her concern for a man so straightforwardly.

Although I didn't really say it, but just sent a message, I felt my heart beat faster and was embarrassed.

Zhao Donghan thought that the matter had come to an end.

As a result, it didn't take long for the text message to come again:

You worry? Jokes, what are you? What right do you have to worry about me?

You mistress, in order to please the gold master, don't you even want your face?

If you want to flatter yourself, you should weigh your own weight first.

The girl's slender fingers tremble more severely.

However, this time it was not because of shyness and tension, but because of Mu Yichen's anger.

She poked **** the screen a few times and clicked the send button:

Bastard, are you still human?

Didn't you let me say just now?

Mu Yichen's lips curled slightly, and he typed a few lines:

Really obedient! Now I let you take off your clothes, will you take it off?

I have never seen someone like you who has no memory. I lied to you several times and believed it to be true, and didn't even think about it.

A few seconds later, he wanted to see that under his ridicule, Zhao Donghan's original white and tender face was turned into a blush with anger.

But relying on him to spoil her, she is becoming more and more arrogant now.

He needs to force her to say two words of concern, completely unconscious.

This woman can't go to heaven without giving her a little punishment?