Madam Dihao is not good

Almost blurted out!

After Chanel finished speaking, she regretted it. She turned her face away and looked out the window to stop the sore pain in her heart.

"Mr. Mu." My sister suddenly called out.

Chanel froze for a moment, then turned her head immediately, and saw that Mu Xicheng had arrived at some time, standing in the hall in front of the fireplace.

In the warm firelight, he was wearing a black coat and a black hat. [

He came this way, took off his coat and hat, and a servant immediately went to take them away.

He was wearing a gray shirt and a beige sweater. In my impression, he never wore black clothes, not even at the funeral that day.

When I met him for the first time today, he seemed to be a different person, with more of a man's composure and less of an unruly...

Chanel froze for a moment, looking at him.

Mu Xicheng sat down on the sofa opposite Chanel, and a servant came to serve tea.

"Are you... safe when you come?" Chanel quickly turned her eyes away again, "I have already aroused Su Shijie's suspicion. When you came, was there anyone behind you?"

"Don't worry, Naier, Mr. Mu is very careful every time he comes over."

Chanel nodded: "Thank you for taking care of my sister these days."

Mu Xicheng murmured, since the moment he entered the door, he had been looking at her with heavy eyes.

"There's something wrong, can Miss Xia take a moment to speak?"

Chanel was taken aback for a moment, then glanced at her sister: "Tell me what's going on, there are no outsiders here."

Mu Xicheng frowned lightly and looked at her, but she didn't look at him at all.

There's a depressing element to the atmosphere...

Xia Xin'er quickly understood, and took the initiative to say: "Let's talk, I remembered how many desserts I had learned to make these days, and it happened that you are here, so I will make them for you to eat."

She asked the servant to help her, left the living room and entered the kitchen.

In the fireplace, there was the sound of sparks crackling and burning.

Mu Xicheng got up and walked over.

In the candlelight, his face flickered on and off: "Miss Xia, can I take a step to talk?"

There was an element of pleading in the tone. [

Chanel frowned: "They are all gone, there are only two of us here, you can say it."

"inconvenient."

"Is it about my sister?"

"Our business."

"We have nothing left to say."

Mu Xicheng suddenly grabbed her wrist and pulled her up.