Madam Dihao is not good

Love, go out.

Mu Xicheng seemed to have come a long time ago, sitting on the sofa with his face drooping slightly, holding a teacup in his hand.

With slender fingers like jade, gently holding the cup holder, he stared at the mist floating on the tea...

In the white mist, he was wearing a white suit, his eyebrows and eyes were still blooming, and his lips were bright coral red.

The mist from the tea seemed to seep into his eyes, and when he looked over, his eyes were also misty. [

Chanel's heart suddenly twitched. Standing there, her mind went blank for a moment.

Mu Xicheng put down the teacup, and lightly pursed his lips and said, "What are you doing standing there, come and sit down."

Is it Chanel's illusion? Why is his smile so tired?

Chanel walked over, and as soon as she sat down beside Mu Xicheng, he took out a white brocade box.

Chanel looked at him in surprise, but didn't reach out to take it.

"I still remember that I promised you to give you this watch." Mu Xicheng whispered, "During this time, I have been too busy, and I have never had time to send it here."

Chanel remembered the watch Mu Xicheng drew for her in the hospital.

Subconsciously looking at Mu Xicheng's wrist, sure enough, the watch she drew has become a real thing and is worn on his hand.

The watch was exquisite in workmanship and bright in dial. Although it was simple in style, it was very generous, and it fit perfectly on his wrist.

Chanel's eyes seemed to be pierced by the light reflected from the dial, and she quickly looked away.

Why didn't he ask where she was last night?

As long as he asks, she can follow his words...

"I signed up for a music tuition class for you." Mu Xicheng put a few VIP cards on the coffee table, "You let the servants accompany you, and you can exchange music every morning, and you can go to beauty treatment, fitness, or go shopping in the afternoon... "

Chanel sat blankly without moving.

In an instant, the picture of a rich man raising a mistress on TV flashed across her mind, and there were also piles of cards of one kind or another.

Mu Xicheng put down another bunch of keys on the coffee table: "I bought a car, and it rained recently, so it didn't come here. You don't seem to have learned how to drive yet?"

"..."

"No, it doesn't matter. I've hired a driver for you. I'll let him teach you when I'm free."

"..."[

"By the way, I have a suite near Vilas Bay