Chapter 897

At the thought of being pressed by other men and doing the things that Beiming night had done to her, Mingke couldn't imagine and just felt sick.

Xiao Xiang must be the same as her. She can't be with muzichuan in her life. Will she really be happy?

Mu Zichuan had known for a long time that what she wanted to say to herself must have something to do with Xiao Xiang. He dropped his right hand on the table, tapped his fingers on the table unconsciously, raised his thin lips slightly, opened a little smile and said, "I don't know what it is. She is my woman, but she doesn't want to see me."

"What did you do to make her so angry?" She opened her eyes and stared at his cut features: "sorry, I didn't mean to inquire about your private life, but Xiangxiang is my best friend, I don't want her to have a bad life in the future."

"Do you think she'll have a good time with me?"

Mingke opened his mouth, but he was a little speechless and couldn't answer.

Originally, it's nothing to marry Mu Zichuan as Xiao Xiang. I want to talk about illegitimate children and illegitimate daughters. In fact, it's hard to say. They are almost the same.

It's just that muzichuan looks so powerful. In addition to being the master of the Mu family, he also has a famous Sichuan group in Dongfang International, while Xiao Xiang is just an ordinary female college student.

It's not necessarily a good result for the two to get together, but Xiao Xiang has given himself to him without reservation It is always this that can be entangled.

Seeing that she couldn't answer, Mu Zichuan laughed again and took a sip of the coffee cup.

From his face, I can't see what he is thinking now. Speaking of unfathomable, Mu Zichuan and Beiming night have a fight.

After a long hesitation, she asked, "what about you? What are your feelings for Xiangxiang? Do you like her? "

"I don't know." Mu Zichuan put the cup down, looked directly at her eyes, and said: "occasionally, I think more about her body. As for whether I like her or not, I can't answer."

Mingke is biting her lips. If he is not muzichuan, she will take her coffee cup and pour hot coffee on his face.

This kind of words he can say, think of Xiangxiang, think of her body!

However, he is muzichuan. He feels so steady, real and noble. Even if his words make her feel bad, there is no way to refute them.

You can't let him lie to himself, can you? Now that people are honest, she will be angry again, which can't be justified.

"Then you find her..."

"I miss her, and when I think of it occasionally, I'll give her a call." Mu Zichuan said faintly that it seemed a matter of course for him.

Mingke's heart is still tangled up, small hand tightly holding a small spoon, want to get angry and don't know what qualifications to get angry.

Some truth can make people feel uncomfortable, but it's still that sentence. Does she want to listen to his lies?

She took a deep breath, slowly exhaled, slowly calmed down her disordered breath, then looked at Mu Zichuan and said, "I don't want to interfere in your communication, but if you don't like her, just want her body, can you please let her go? Xiang Xiang is not the girls you know. She takes that kind of thing seriously. She is not so casual. "

I know it's impolite to talk like this, but for Xiao Xiang's sake, she can say something more serious.

Muzichuan looked at her and saw that she clearly wanted to be angry, but he kept suppressing it. He couldn't help laughing: "you and her seem to have a good relationship."

Mingke didn't answer. This question doesn't need her to answer. As long as they know whether she and Xiangxiang are good or not.

"Brother Zichuan, I really despise your behavior, but I have no right to blame you. I just hope if you don't like her, don't provoke her."

Muzichuan didn't speak. He took the cup up again and tasted it twice.

I don't know when the taste of coffee becomes a little bitter. He frowns, puts the cup down, takes out a packet of sugar from the wooden box and pours it into the coffee.

After stirring, I took a sip again, but how could the taste be so bitter?

"Brother Zichuan, are you listening to me?" Mingke asked again.

Mu Zichuan took a look at her and put the cup down. He said, "I can't promise you anything."

Mingke held her hand tightly, and her face sank. "Do you mean you want to continue playing with her feelings?"

"I didn't want to play with her feelings." Even playing with her body is just playing with her body, but he didn't say the last sentence, and he didn't feel it necessary to explain anything to her.

But Mingke clearly recognized the meaning of his words. She was about to speak with a tight palm.

Suddenly, a low magnetic voice came: "Why are you here? I thought I recognized the wrong person. "

Two people look up at the same time, see Mu Son Jin to look at them, is walking slowly.He is always a pure white, white sweater, white casual pants, even the shirt inside is also flawless.

See him to dress so leisure, the name can't help looking at the man who walks to oneself in front, surprised way: "Son Jin, don't need to go to work today?"

"Can't you go to work dressed like this?" Mu Zijin leans close.

Name can be clear, quickly moved to the inside, to make a place for him.

Mu Son Jin sat down beside her, the name can only feel light fragrance taste immediately lingering in the tip of the nose.

She likes the taste. It's the same on Beiming night and Beiming Liancheng. There are no unnecessary artificial spices, Cologne and other things. They don't seem willing to use them.

There is always a clean smell on the body. Occasionally there is the smell of men's sweat, but most of the time there is only the smell of soap and shaving water, as well as the original faint smell on their bodies.

Slightly confused, I don't know how the two guys are now. She has been down for more than ten minutes. She will go up to eat with them later, and then have to watch them take the medicine.

"Why is it so easy to get distracted?" The side Mu Son Jin shallow voice spreads, the voice is soft, the habit mixes to clip a little indifference, when facing her, there is no chill at all.

Mingke recovered and laughed at him: "Why are you here? Looking for the night? "

"I heard that those two formidable men were ill. I came to watch them." Mu Son Jin returns a way at will.

Name but immediately frowned, don't know those two guys really sick this time very serious? Come and watch the fun.

She knew that all these friends had no good intentions.