Chapter 647

Wenyi's car is still parked in the underground parking lot of her apartment building, so when she came to the company in the morning, she drove a white Bentley in the garage of moshchen. When she drove back to the parking lot of the manor, she saw a foreign Ferrari parked there.

She took Kangding's file from the front passenger's seat, pushed open the door and got out of the car. Then she went straight into the room. When she entered the living room, the servant saw her and said, "madam, you are back."

She changed her shoes and said, "do you have any tea? I'm a little thirsty."

"I'll bring it to you."

Wenyi, after changing his shoes, picked up the document and went to the tea table in front of the sofa to put it down. Then he took off his suit coat and sat down to rest.

The servant brought the tea which had already been prepared and said, "the tea which has been made in advance should be just drunk now."

Wenyi picked it up and lowered his head and drank it slowly.

It's about Wen wentungton when Wen job hits the door. It's easy to change shoes and drink tea. Instead, the servant can't hold his breath. He stands aside and says, "Madam Don't you go up and have a look? "

Wenyi's eyelids were lifted, and he jokingly said, "what am I going to do? Do what's right for the hostess?"

She came back at this time only because she had agreed with the man to come back before noon before leaving, and her work had been finished, as for muse.

She didn't come back for her, and she didn't come back for her.

"Oh, my wife, a lonely man and a girl, that muse. It's so cold and has legs exposed. It's not solemn. It's not clear that she's here to visit a doctor. It's not clear that she's here to seduce a man They have come to other people's houses. Who are they? "

Wenyi couldn't laugh with a teacup. "Come on, mom Su, your eldest son can't bend his waist, let alone show his thighs. She's useless."

Besides, the pursuit of seduction is inevitable. Since it's seduction, it's okay to show your beautiful face and body. As for running home Is the sweetheart sick? She won't miss such a good chance.

The servant looked down at the look of his eyebrows and eyes, sighed, and finally stopped saying anything. He just asked, "madam, do you want to be a guest for lunch?"

Wenyi put down his tea cup and said lightly, "no need."

"Are you sure she will go?"

She doesn't look like she's going to rush people.

Wenyi pulled out a long smile on his lips, with a tone of indistinct indifference. "Big childe is injured in bed. She can't eat with him in the bedroom, so she can only come down to the restaurant, but she can eat with me. What's the meaning of eating?"

"I see."

Wenyi sat on the sofa for another five minutes, and finally took a sip of tea to pick up the documents and walk to the stairs again. It's one thing whether Muse is eating here or not. But since she's back, do you want to ask a routine question, that's etiquette and politeness.

The corridors of the stairs and living rooms are all carpeted, and there is little noise when walking on them. Besides, she changed the indoor shoes at home. The sole of the shoes is very soft, and the steps are light and soft.

She had just released a hand from the document she was holding to knock on the door, and the act of raising her hand to buckle it was interrupted by the sound from inside.

"Muse," said Mo Shichen, but there was a distinct and rare gloom in his voice, which was quite different from the conversation she overheard outside the president's office last night --

it was also strange to say. Muse looked for this man for two times, one for the public and one for the private, and the heart of conversation was caught by her.

Mo Shichen, who talked with Muse at noon yesterday, is still the same as before. No matter what he said, he always has a gentle and noble appearance, which is always clear and light. He is careless, which makes people unable to understand and guess.

But now, the cold meaning in his tone doesn't converge at all, and even there are signs of bursting out, "I never like repetition for the same meaning, and I don't like repetition for those unsavory words, so after I finish this time, I hope you don't let me express it again, let alone let me think something needs to be done, so you can really understand."

"Why?!" Hearing the voice, Muse seemed to get excited. "Did Wenyi tell you something? She told me that she didn't love you, and forced you to tell me that at the same time? I used to think that she was hypocritical, but now I don't know how to deal with it in two ways... "

"Enough."

Cold two words, tone is not heavy, but Wen job outside the door to listen to let people think that his eyes must be very sinister at this time.

Then she felt that this kind of behavior of listening to the corner was not very good, so she considered whether to retreat temporarily or directly knock on the door.

“eleven！”

"Like who is your freedom, you like me is your business, but if your feelings disturb me, it's my business. From today on, Miss muse, no matter in the way of public affairs or for the reason of private affairs, will trouble you. Don't appear in my sight and life again."

The handsome face of a man is as indifferent as water, and his eyebrows and eyes don't feel the slightest temperature.He seldom exudes such a direct and sharp indifference.

Wenyi also knows that with her own experience and occasional accidental encounter, this man refuses to accept the attitude of a woman, which is basically not the case How to describe it? Although I can express the meaning clearly, my demeanor is always there. It's not like Mo Shiqian's saying that I don't like you. Don't bother me.

He now seems to have a kind of modesty.

Do something else Refuse a woman what does he want to do?

What's wrong with Muse? He wants to rape him when he's injured and inconvenient to move?

"Why?" Muse is obviously more incomprehensible and difficult to understand than Wenyi. Like Wenyi, she knows Mo Shichen more or less. He just doesn't care about the women he doesn't like. He basically doesn't mean to say anything merciless to the women he doesn't like. It's either reluctant or the people who like him don't make any difference to him. Only the people he likes or doesn't.

Muse saw that he was serious, so he was even more excited. "You were obviously not in this attitude yesterday. Did Wenyi tell you something or did she force you?"

Mo Shichen's handsome face, in addition to being gloomy and expressionless, has no movement, and his voice is even colder. "Even if she said something, you are qualified to question? Muse, you are thirty years old. I need to teach you again - who is she and what are you? "

Muse raised the volume as if out of control. "What did she tell you?"