Fickle CEO

All evil stops here.

Mu Yanchen stopped his hand, his black eyes were as heavy as the night, and his slight heavy breath was calmly and slowly restrained in the dark night. His big palm quickly drew the man in his arms into his arms and pressed them in his neck socket. In a heavy darkness, he blocked her with his body.

"Yes." His eyes return to calm, light response, voice slightly dull.

Mo Ruqing rubbed her eyebrows: "it seems that I heard it wrong. I thought it was Lanxi who made trouble outside in the middle of the night. Forget about Yan Chen, you should have a rest earlier. Don't let me worry too much. Do you hear me?"

The man in her arms was still shaking, shaking violently. There was a large area of moisture spreading in the neck, and then a sharp pain came. She bit his neck fiercely and wanted to tear it down. The blood overflowed instantly.

Mu Yanchen's body was tense for a while, and her pale thin lips pursed into a line.

There was a light in his Obsidian eyes. He gently rubbed the hair of the man in his arms and pressed her deeper into the neck socket, leaving her to bite like a small animal.

"I know." He said faintly.

Mo Ruqing turned off the light on the second floor and went back to have a rest.

Darkness covers everything up again.

Take out the man in her arms, her pale face is covered with tears, her eyes twinkle with hate to see him, and there are drops of blood on her lips. Mu Yanchen looks at her quietly, caresses her face for a long time, and gently helps her wipe off the blood on her lips.

Lan Xi stares at him, the side passes pale small face, bite his hand!

Yan Mu's face was shaking, but she didn't move.

In this kind of look at each other, she finally failed, full of tears boiling down, she put on a good nightdress, shoes are not wearing, barefoot wind general underground sofa to run upstairs.

***

hangover.

When awake, headache will crack.

Mu Yanchen opened the window to breathe, his deep and cold eyes swept everything under the house of mu, and his brain was blank.

After a bath, I went downstairs and saw that Mo Ruqing was commanding several servants with breakfast on the table.

After a while, Mo Ruqing saw him walking down from the upstairs, her eyes worried and blamed: "wake up, headache?"

Then he said, "you come down, I asked Sister Zhang to make some sour plum soup for you. When I came down this morning, I smelled the wine in the living room, and I knew it was wrong. Even if you had social intercourse, how many times have you had this week?"

Mu Yanchen's extraordinary figure comes along. She purses her lips lightly and doesn't speak. She just glances across the sofa in the living room, thinking deeply.

Did not receive sour plum soup, just lightly picked up the next glass, drink water.

For a long time, he frowned and raised his hand to look at his watch.

"OK, don't look at it," Mo Ruqing comforted. "Today, Sunday, I called ziyao. You stay at home and don't go to the company."

"What about him?" Mu Yanchen looks cold, grabs a napkin and wipes his hands, sits down and asks in a slow voice.

Mo Ruqing crooked his head, and his tone was slightly cool and thin: "upstairs, angry."

Mu Yanchen didn't speak. Mo Ruqing couldn't help saying: "I don't know what kind of young lady's temper that little girl made in the early morning, which made Mingsheng very angry. The driver's housekeeper was on holiday on Sundays. She had to go back to school early in the morning, and the car had been taken for maintenance. Could she ask Liu to come from home to see her off?"

Mu Yan Chen a handsome face slightly tenses, the voice of hoarse way: "she came back?"

"Yes, I came back from school holiday yesterday."

Long fingers wrinkled the napkin, his eyes deep as the sea, surging, things a little bit last night in his mind, headache more intense. He finally determined that it was not a dream, it was true.

He lost control last night. Thoroughly.

"Yan Chen, you..." Mo Ruqing suddenly frowned and became serious.