Sir, Please Conduct Yourself

Listening to her dry explanation, mu Yunshen did not comment. He took off his suit jacket very leisurely and skillfully untied the sleeve of his shirt to show his long, muscular forearm.

Looking at his clean skin, Qu Qingchen silently clenched the sheet and took a deep breath. He wanted to calm himself down, but the air just mingled with the faint cold smell of Mu Yunshen.

That kind of cold and cold fragrance, like the eternal snow on the top of the mountain, mixed with a little bit of rosin, suddenly bumped into the breath of Qu Qingchen, smashed the unstable spring water in her heart.

When was the last time I looked at him so close that I could even smell him?

She thought that she had forgotten these memories, but now the times have changed, and when the familiar things come back again, the too warm and sweet tempting taste almost makes her cry.

Mu Yunshen hung his coat aside and walked towards her step by step. Just when she thought that he would hold her with open arms, and even prepared for it, mu Yunshen just turned around, stepped sideways, and picked up the cup with his fingers.

Qu Qingchen was stunned for a moment. Before the full passion that had been brewed had time to cool completely, a cup of steaming water came to her.

"Come on, have some hot water. You look pale, aren't you cold? Shall I close the window

More than one in the morning, cold and dew are heavy. He said so, Qu Qingchen really feel a little cold back, she did not dare to say more, weighing the memory of Tang Xiao that look, according to gourd draw ladle to pull out a smile.

Mu Yunshen turned around, and when his fingers touched the aluminum window frame, his eyes suddenly flashed a cold light of unknown meaning.

He opened his lips slightly and said, "does your stomach still hurt?"

"No..." Qu Qingchen subconsciously stopped, tone suddenly weak down, "a little pain."

Looking at the broad man's back, she could not help swallowing a mouthful of saliva and whispering, "cloud, cloud deep, would you come and hug me?"

Hearing the sound, mu Yunshen's thin lips suddenly bent and gave a silent sneer, "good."

He promised fast, but he didn't mean to do it at all.

He stood up straight and put his hands in his pockets at will. He was lazy, but his eyes were sharp and shrewd, like a rebellious young boy.

Qu Qingchen didn't expect that he would agree so easily. The joy on his face couldn't hold down, and the corners of his lips rose.

The next second, mu Yunshen raised his chin slightly, went to sit beside the bed, Hula and leaned over, but his fingers were stacked on his legs, and he didn't want any Leichi.

Qu Qingchen looked at the magnified handsome face that suddenly intruded into the sight. His heart trembled fiercely, and his voice became dry. As soon as he opened his mouth, his voice became hoarse, "Yunshen..."

Mu Yun stared at her deeply, with a slightly faint smile on his lips. His steady voice was like Shura, the God of death from infernal hell. "Smile, I have a question to ask you."

Qu Qingchen indulged in his gentle tone and his own cold fragrant atmosphere, and quickly nodded, "you say."