Wrong Bed,Right Guy

OK, wait. Who makes Mu Yunting a busy man.

Ling Xinyue calmly went to the rest area and sat down. Anyway, there were soft sofas, warm drinks and delicate snacks from the front desk lady.

Think of it as relaxing in a cafe.

However, as time goes by, Ling Xinyue can hardly keep this calm.

She was tired and sleepy.

Can worry about Mu Yunting will appear at any time, and can not sleep, can only try to keep himself awake.

It's just suffering.

She couldn't help calling Mu Yunting. After the bell rang, there was a busy tone.

No one answered.

"Is mu Yunting really busy, or is he deliberately killing me?"

Ling Xinyue frowned tightly and complained to herself.

The answer, of course, is to do it on purpose.

"Are you still waiting down there?"

"Yes."

Qin Yue replied.

A bad smile flashed through Mu Yunting's eyes and said nothing more.

"Mr. mu, can I help you order? It's lunchtime. "

"Good."

Don't know what thought of, Mu Yunting's expression is full of interest.

"Miss Ling, wake up, Miss Ling."

Confused to hear someone calling himself, Ling Xinyue quickly opened his eyes.

She didn't know when to fall asleep.

"Have you finished the meeting?"

"Yes, Mr. Mu asked you to go up. Please follow me."

"Yes, please."

Ling Xinyue quickly stood up, carrying the first aid kit to keep up.

"Hello, Miss Ling. I'm Qin Yue, the Secretary of general manager mu."

As soon as the elevator was opened, Ling Xinyue saw a particularly bright looking working woman, and her good figure could not be covered by her suits.

"Hello."

It turned out to be mu Yunting's secretary.

It's enviable to work with such a beautiful beauty every day.

"Follow me, please."

Qin Yue takes Ling Xinyue to the door of Mu Yunting's office and knocks on the door.

"Mr. mu, Miss Ling is here."

"In."

Ling Xinyue politely nods to Qin Yue and pushes the door in.

"Mr. mu, let me..."

See Mu Yunting at dinner, Ling Xinyue said half of the words, had to swallow back temporarily.

"I don't have a good stomach. Three meals should be on time."

"It doesn't matter. Mr. Mu has dinner first. Don't worry about me."

Ling Xinyue tried to squeeze out a smile, she had been grinding no temper.

The largest creditors.

After pacifying himself in the heart, Ling Xinyue consciously walked to one side, sat down and waited.

Smelling the smell of food, Ling Xinyue couldn't help touching her stomach.

She's hungry, too.

Mu Yunting put a single meal in front of him, and he didn't mean to invite Ling Xinyue to lunch at all.

It's too much.

Don't yell at your stomach.

Ling Xinyue had just finished speaking in his heart when he heard his stomach make a huge grunt.

Her face turned red and her eyes were wandering. She didn't know where to look.

"Is Miss Ling hungry?"

"No, I'm not hungry."

Ling Xinyue's mouth reacts faster than the brain.

Only half an hour, her business has not been done, where there is time to eat.

If you want to wait for a meal, she doesn't think she can eat it in the face of Mu Yunting.

As a result, Ling Xinyue can only watch Mu Yunting pick up chopsticks to eat again.

The more you want to ignore, the stronger the flavor of the meal.

Ling Xinyue had no choice but to recite the thesis in her heart to divert her attention.

Mu Yunting, who seems to eat seriously, has been paying attention to Ling Xinyue all the time. Seeing that she tries to ignore the sense of hunger and tries to keep her face calm, the idea of prank becomes more and more intense.