The Cold Lord God Always Acts Like a Spoiled Brat To Me

   Chapter 33 She is not doing her job to move bricks (33)

   "Hello, Mu Junchen, I think we need to have a formal conversation..."

   The more you back, the more you stumble!

   Depressed to death, the girl blew her bangs angrily, scratched her head in annoyance, and regretted it. She knew that she should write the lines on the palm of her hand, so that it is convenient to read the cheat sheet if you forget the words.

do not care!

  Go!

   Ruan Youan raised her hand and closed the door with a deathly expression on her face.

   The knock on the door was particularly clear in the quiet corridor.

   Then she opened the door cautiously, first poked her head in, then half her body, staring at the scene inside, staring at the few elite men in suits and leather shoes on the sofa.

  The atmosphere is deadly.

   Very silent.

   The team that was still chatting at some point closed their mouths and all stared at the figure at the door.

   They were talking about this collaboration plan, but who knew that a girl would suddenly break in!

Bai Jing pulled the door with her fingers, revealing half of her figure, delicate and slender, wearing a white loose knitted vest with blue edges pinched, a round-neck T-shirt, and a fluffy panda diagonal bag on her back, outlining the extreme Thin waistline, fair skin.

   just rushed in like that, with a high ponytail, soft and slightly curly hair tips, delicate features, and clear eyes.

   Ruan Youan rolled her eyes dully several times, and met the man across from the sofa.

   There was only one man sitting across from the elites in suits and leather shoes. He was tall and thin, his slender fingers were turning over documents, the lines from the phalanx to the wrist were sharp and clear, the watch was cold and low-key, and the golden cufflinks were just right.

   He heard the sound, raised his eyes, looked at her, and casually threw the document in his hand on the coffee table, making a sound, neither light nor heavy.

   For Ruan Youan, it is a bit of a social death.

   "I'm sorry to disturb you guys!" Ruan Youan reacted that they seemed to be having a meeting, bowed embarrassedly, and immediately withdrew.

   "Come in." The low voice fell, and Mu Junchen casually said to those people in the second half, "You go out first."

  Those elites came back to their senses, looking strange and strange, nodded to Mu Junchen, got up and walked out one after another, and smiled at Ruan Youan before leaving.

   Ruan Youan also laughed again and again, and the villain in her heart was crying.

   If she knew there were so many people, she would never knock on the door.

"What are you doing standing stupidly?" Mu Junchen looked lazily at the girl who was still standing there. She was dressed well, and her eyes were naturally bright and pretty, so that a strange contrast was formed, and her expression was a little dull. Like the chubby and dumb panda bag she was carrying.

   Ruan Youan sighed, walked over slowly, and sat opposite Mu Junchen.

   Four eyes are facing each other.

  “…”

   - It's over.

   She forgot her words! !

   Ruan Youan was like a thunderclap struck her head, her palms were sweating in panic, trying to recall the lines she had said along the way.

  ‘Hello, Mu Junchen. ’

  No no no, be polite.

  ‘Hello, Mr. Mu, I have some small thoughts about our engagement. ’

   No, it's too direct, so be polite.

  'That's right, I've been thinking seriously about us for a long time along the way, and sincerely hope to be with you...'

   How about saying that? How about it! !

Mu Junchen saw that the girl had not spoken for a long time, her expression changed, her fingertips rubbed her cufflinks, and just as she was about to say something, she saw Ruan Youan suddenly shouted aggressively: "Mu Junchen! You! Listen to me!"

  “…”

   It's okay to call him, what's the matter with the expression on the enemy's face?

   "Have I been listening to the air for so long?" Mu Junchen stared at her expressionlessly.

   Ruan Youan didn't expect that she shouted such a sentence in a hurry, and she couldn't take it back. She could only bite the bullet and continue to take it down, coughed, and whispered accusing: "Your attitude is not correct at all."

   "You continue." Mu Junchen snorted and leaned back, his tie was meticulous, his suit and shirt neckline matched each other, and he had the cold-blooded dignity of a chaebol nobleman.

   "Actually, I can understand you." Ruan You'an decided that Xiaozhi should be moved by emotion and reason, with a sincere face.

   "...what do you understand me?"

   "We are all governed by our elders. This marriage contract was not in your or mine's wishes. I know it, you don't have to say it."

Mu Junchen's movements stopped at a certain moment, as if the sculptures in the exhibition took a long time to react. He fixedly looked at Ruan You'an, the shadows cast by the eyelashes fell into his eyes, and the eyes were dark and unclear. There was no temperature in the voice line: "What do you mean?"

   Ruan Youan was startled for an inexplicable moment, then paused for a few seconds: "This engagement is not suitable."

   Mu Junchen laughed suddenly, the ending sound was low and soft, scattered in the air, without leaving the slightest trace.

   "Somewhere out of place."

"Look at me, you are my black fan, how hard it is for you to be with me." Ruan Youan thought for a while, and said to him with her fingers crossed, "And our engagement should not be voluntary, right? Not at all. Emotional, even if you get married, it won't last long..."

  The girl's voice is soft and soft, it's the kind that sounds nice, like candy.

   Mu Junchen suddenly interrupted her with a flat tone.

   “It is voluntary.”

   "Huh?" Ruan Youan looked at him subconsciously, a little confused.

   Mu Junchen looked at her, sitting sternly and expressionless, and repeated word by word, "I am voluntary."

   Voluntary what?

   Voluntary engagement to her?

How could Ruan Youan think that Mu Junchen would say such a thing, the thoughts that were finally clear were messed up again, and he pointed to himself and Mu Junchen incredulously, and fell into the system of speech confusion: "You...I, I...you?"

   "You haven't tried it, how do you know it won't last?"

  The office is bright and bright, and the floor-to-ceiling windows are full of prosperity. He is the one who has devised a business strategy and won many contracts. At this moment, he is talking to a little girl, his thin lips are spit out, and his voice is hoarse.

"What's this all about?" The girl's cat pupils are very round, her eyes are charming, and her eyes are clear, like crystal grapes, pitch-black and clear, and she looks round and round at people, "You are my black fan! The black fan and the master!"

"Is it because of this?" Mu Junchen's fingers dangling to his side calmly stretched blue and white, and then loosened slightly, he raised his hand and pulled off his tie, and then he felt that he could breathe, "I am not you now. Black powder."

"what?"

"You have said before that one day, I will be willing to be your true fan, love you so much..." Mu Junchen frowned, it was a little hard to say those words, but he still spit it out word by word , sternly, "I'm so in love that I can't extricate myself, I'm crazy for you..."

   (end of this chapter)