Madam Dihao is not good

, holding a cup of black tea in his hand, with a faint smile on the corner of his mouth.

Su Shijie also came out of the study room with an indifferent face, looking at the person sitting on the sofa, not expressing emotion or anger.

The two men, after a long absence, looked at each other in the same space.

There was no emotion on their expressions, they were all indifferent, as if nothing had happened.

But in the space, there was a stiffness filled with gunpowder. [

Mu Xicheng came up by himself just like that, and the two bodyguards stayed below. He was very courageous, as if he was not afraid of what Su Shijie would do to him at all.

In the space, there was silence for a long time, and no one moved or spoke first.

Chanel stood there stupidly, biting her lip hard.

She couldn't speak, and didn't know what to do, but her face was pale.

Finally, Mu Xicheng put down the teacup in his hand and whispered, "Assam black tea tastes good."

Su Shijie's tall figure stood there without speaking.

Mu Xicheng smiled lightly: "Jie, we haven't seen each other for a long time."

Su Shijie's tensed jaw moved slightly: "Long time no see."

"Since I haven't contacted you for a long time, I didn't invite you here. You don't mind, do you?"

Su Shijie frowned lightly, turned around, and while walking into the study, said in a deep voice, "It's true that we haven't caught up with each other for a long time."

Mu Xicheng understood, put down his teacup, and stood up.

When he passed in front of Chanel, his footsteps paused slightly, and he looked at her, as if saying "wait for me".

Xia Naier froze for a moment, and wanted to respond when she saw that Mu Xicheng had already entered the study.

The door is closed, the sound of the lock

Xia Naier was stunned, could it be that Mu Xicheng was found by Su Shijie?Why do they look so peaceful?

The next second, there was a violent sound of something falling to the ground in the room.

Chanel and the servant looked at each other, rushed forward, and knocked hard on the door!

inside the room.

Just as Mu Xicheng walked into the study, the person in front stopped, turned around sharply, and the fist had already hit him. [

Mu Xicheng fell a few steps backwards and knocked down a vertical clothes hanger.

The force of that fist was so fierce that blood flowed from the corner of Mu Xicheng's mouth almost immediately.

He smiled, took off his coat, and said, "Jie, it's not your style to attack suddenly, I'm not ready yet."