Fickle CEO

When everything is ready, Lanxi puts his bag on the back seat and takes a look in front of him. Mu Yanchen changes into a suit with his wrist on his forehead. Leaning against the driver's seat, he closes his eyes for a short rest. His elegant and relaxed posture is full of tiredness.

Silver Diamond cuffs, shining brilliantly in the sun.

It's not that I didn't stay up all night, but this time I was tired for no reason. It was from the body and mind, mixed with a sense of guilt after waking up. A little bit, like the tide, spread all over the body, drowning him silently.

Why did he do that last night?

Is it too lonely? His world has always been as cold as ever, with bloody interests. He is either a friend or an enemy. His love scene is often a play on the spot. Love and not love are too vulgar, but only the satisfaction and demand of the body.

At the beginning of contact, I only thought that she was a cold little thorn and would stick her hand, but she was too small and simple after all. He did not do anything. She was moved and approached him with a little sincerity.

If she's too close, he'll resist. Is this afraid oneself control not good, can hurt her?

This kind of taboo feeling, brings the evil, really lets the human suffocate.

In my ear came the sound of the door opening carefully.

Lan Xi hesitated for a while, or forced to endure embarrassment and speculation, and sat in the front passenger seat.

"Are you tired, brother?" She leaned over her head against the seat and whispered.

Mu Yanchen will wrist slowly, open eyes, eyes indifferent as usual.

"Are you ready?"

"Yes."

"Did you say hello to your classmates?"

"Yes."

The slender finger was raised and placed on the steering wheel, and the other hand started the car.

Lan Xi looked at his action, stupefied, quickly from the bag to find something, handed over: "this is cool oil, students give, stay up late driving tired painted."

The car started slowly, and mu Yanchen took time to scan the things in her fingers, and then faintly took back her eyes.

Lan Xi stretched out the hand immediately embarrassed, a little after a while, she finally felt some self-interest.

"Brother, what do you do when you're not working abroad?" She tried to find the topic.

"Work." He replied indifferently.

“……” What? It's boring.

"Don't you accompany your girlfriend? Isn't it boring to be your girlfriend

Mu Yanchen is silent.

Lan Xi's white and slender fingers bit by bit buckled the seat and bit his lips and said, "I'm 17 this year. What are you doing when I'm so old?"

Mu Yan Chen's eyes darkened for a moment, and said: "busy with the acquisition case, learn how to squeeze the last drop of blood of the enterprise."

With that, there was no voice. Mu Yanchen glanced at her faintly. Her eyes took back and looked straight ahead: "what do you want to ask?"

When something happened to her, she couldn't hide it.

His light thin lips pale, but hope she really ask out, or force him to seriously think about, in the end why out of control in her body.

Lan Xi grabs hair, absorbed a few tone to ask not to export, dejected rise, shake head: "nothing."

What is she going to ask? Is it not normal to ask if he really held her all night?

But if it was just like this, last night she clearly felt something wrong. It was hotter than spring dream, but she was not awake.