Chapter 136: Why, Shao Mu wants to marry me?
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Systematic Director’s Tender Love
- Bai Qiu Lian
- 1442 characters
- 2021-03-04 12:19:08
"What I said you are, what you are!"
He said every word.
Zhao Donghan was dumbfounded, is this person a rogue?
She raised her eyebrows, her tone full of mockery:
"Oh, Shao Mu, you're so self-willed! If you change the script you have set, you can change it!
However, please Mu Shao stop saying this next time.
Let me be your mistress, you said it yourself. I know who I am, and I dare not pretend to be your girlfriend. I should give it to another woman! "
Zhao Donghan curled his lips in disdain. They were obviously not in that kind of relationship, but he just assumed a posture of a husband catching an adulterer, which was not in line with the personality of his gold master.
After a pause, she continued: "And, why don't I remember that we were engaged before? Even if you lie, you don't have to say, are you my fiance?
Why, Shao Mu really wants to marry me? "
The person who is going to be engaged to him is his sister. What does it have to do with her?
She understood that this was his irony of her mistress, so she fought back fiercely. Tell him she is not rare.
He twitched his lips and smiled instead of anger, but the smile did not reach the bottom of his eyes.
"Are you dreaming? The reason I say this is just to make the kid give up! If I tell him the truth, saying that you are my mistress, in case he can't think about it for a while, I want to wait for you to be dumped by me. What should I do with my old shoes?
Please listen to me, even if I am tired of things that Mu Yichen has touched, I will not allow others to touch them again!
I want to completely cut off the goodwill of all men towards you, and you will be lonely and lonely in the future! In this case, I feel more relieved! "
She was very angry: "Mu Yichen, you bastard!"
Not to mention taking her freedom now, even after dumping her, will she not be allowed to find love again?
"I hope that something like this is the last time!
From now on, you give me peace of mind and keep a distance from all men!
Don't see that person again, or I will tear him to pieces! "
He snorted coldly, dropped the warning, and then took a steady step towards the door.
If it were not for her to pull him away, he would definitely let the reckless kid lie down and leave.
She clasped her shirt tightly with both hands and said slowly:
"Since Mu Shao feels that my character is not good and makes you unhappy, why not just dump me now and leave me out of sight and upset?"
He paused and was silent. After a long time, he said coldly:
"When I have enough fun, even if you kneel down and beg me, I won't look at you more; and now, if you want to leave, I just won't let you go!
The more you struggle to refuse and your indifferent attitude, the more I want to conquer you and watch you pleading under me.
I know that you long to stay by my side for a long time before you pretend to be noble and glamorous. It can be said that you are trying to get rid of this trick, playing both beautifully and successfully. After a pause, he continued to add, "I'm going to the company now, you come to my room at ten o'clock in the evening."
Don't forget, you promised me something. If you don't show up on time, I will make you regret it! "
After reporting his whereabouts with her, he took his long legs away and left without looking back.
The company called just now, and he must handle urgent matters personally. He still sent her back personally before he left with confidence.
Seeing the tall figure walking away quickly, she stomped angrily.
Back to the room, Zhao Donghan was upset.
She first called Lu Jiaqi and asked what happened last night.
Lu Jiaqi hesitated for a long time, before hesitatingly said:
"The driver who saw you that day was the man named Leng Kun. Do you have his phone number?"
"No, are you looking for something to do with him?"
Zhao Donghan asked puzzledly.
"Yeah! But, it's not an important thing, just forget it."
After chatting with Lu Jiaqi for a while, she called Jiang Qian's cell phone again.
It took a long time before the phone was picked up.
"Hey, Donghan, I'm working at the boss's house! If there is nothing important, let's talk about it when I get back!"
"okay."
Zhao Donghan put the phone aside and lay on the bed.
As soon as he calmed down, he couldn't help thinking of everything he was going to face later, and the feeling of extreme anxiety and resistance quickly rose.
She can't run away, or her adoptive father's company will suffer.
At this moment, Azhu came in and asked:
"Master said, you eat very little for dinner, so let me ask you, would you like some supper?"
"no need."
Zhao Donghan glanced out the window and said lightly.
Mu Yichen suddenly cared about her so much, there must be something odd in it.
She is indeed not full, but now she has no appetite.
Azhu scratched his head and repeated Mu Yichen's words to her:
"But the master said that if you don't eat more, you will lose energy at night."
Sure enough, she knew that this man was not at ease.
Zhao Donghan bit his lips, thought for a while, raised his eyes to look at Azhu, and said softly:
"Go tell the kitchen, I want to eat spicy hot pot. Be sure to ask the chef to add more chili, I'm serious."
"Ok."
Coming out of the room, Azhu thought afterwards:
Didn’t Ms. Zhao say that she never eats spicy food the day before yesterday? Why did the taste suddenly change today?
Also, the young master said that Miss Zhao needs physical strength at night, what does that mean? Maybe... Miss Zhao has the habit of running at night?
Zhao Donghan, who sat up on the bed, raised the corners of his lips, raising a sinister arc:
Mu Yichen, you have your Zhang Liangji, and I have my wall ladder. You were unkind first, but don't blame me for being unrighteous!
Let me use my mouth to please you? No problem, since I agree, I will definitely do it. I just hope...you won't regret it then! If it was so easy to say what you meant, I would not be Zhao Donghan.
After answering Zhao Donghan's call, Jiang Qian put away her mobile phone and continued to work hard to wipe the imported solid wood floor in the corridor.
A Ling suddenly ran over and said to her out of breath:
"Jiang Qian, the second master asked you to go to the study to find him."
"Got it."
Putting down the rag in her hand, she stood up and walked quickly to the study.
On the soft leather sofa, a man sat lazily. A pair of slender legs are crossed and raised, resting on the edge of the coffee table in front of the sofa.
Jiang Qian knocked on the door and walked in, asking blankly:
"Second Young Master, are you looking for me?"
Xu Wenxuan's thin lips twitched, which was a bit playful.
During the day, he was called Mr. Xu in the company, and now he was called the second young master with other maids. As a secretary, he is quite capable of adapting to role changes.
"There is something, I want to discuss with Secretary Jiang."
"what's up?"
Hearing that he used the word "discuss" instead of commanding, Jiang Qian felt a little weird. He raised his eyes and glanced at him lightly, and asked calmly.
Probably after sitting for a long time, Xu Wenxuan was a little tired. He opened his arms, stretched his back, and then slowly opened his mouth:
"Then I'll just say it straight. It's about my brother. He had a painful relationship experience, leaving a knot in his heart that he couldn't understand. Not only did he have nightmares all day, but he was also often restless and restless. very unhappy.
In addition, he was inconvenient to move, locked himself in the room all day, and was unwilling to communicate with others, so he suffered from severe depression and moderate paranoia.
The psychiatrist said that hypnosis was helpful to his illness. You are somewhat similar to the girl who hurt him. I mentioned this to the doctor, and he said that if you help, it will be easier to open up my brother's heart. "
Jiang Qian didn't say a word, pursing her vermilion lips and thinking for a while.
That's it! In this way, Steward Chen's hostility towards her and the boss's deliberate targeting of her all have a reasonable explanation.