Chapter 422

Someone led the way, but after a short time, he stopped and said, "Miss Shelly, I can take you here."

Han Muzi glanced at the road ahead and nodded.

"OK."

After they left, Han Muzi's eyes became gloomy.

Did he do it on purpose? Let someone take her here and go. Doesn't it want her to recall this journey? Han Muzi used to stay here for a period of time. Although not that long, but... This is where she used to live and her daily activity area.

Thinking of this, Han Muzi couldn't help clenching his hands on both sides and gritting his teeth.

Yetingchen, he clearly did it on purpose!!

Han Muzi took a deep breath, tried to persuade himself to calm down in his heart, and then took a step forward.

At this moment, yetingchen looked at Han Muzi walking forward step by step, then shook the red wine cup in his hand, and his thin lips slowly lifted up.

It seems that this woman is very familiar with every plant here.

Soon, Han Muzi came to the door, and then she raised her hand and knocked at the door.

The man's low voice came from inside.

"Come in."

Han Muzi opened the door without waves in her eyes and walked in. At a glance, she saw the man sitting on the sofa leisurely drinking red wine. It was probably because of the holiday, so yetingchen only wore a thin shirt, with only a few buttons at will, and a simple black trousers on his lower body.

The sunlight from the sea came in through the French windows and lit up the whole house.

The early morning sun was just right, giving the whole house a lazy color.

Han Muzi's eyes flashed a touch of amazement.

I have to say that yetingchen's facial features and temperament are really impeccable.

Soon, she recovered her original mood and opened her bag.

"Mr. night."

"Have you had breakfast?"

Night Tingchen interrupted her, and his eyes fell on the table in front of him: "have some first?"

I'm kidding. She didn't come to dinner.

Han Muzi smiled, opened his bag and took out his soft ruler. "Mr. night, I have other things to be busy later, so let's make a quick decision."

The meaning of this sentence is to hope yetingchen to stand up, but yetingchen simply sat there and didn't move at all.

"Mr. Ye?" Han Muzi frowned and shouted again.

Night Tingchen raised his lips: "a quick decision? Is Miss Shelly in such a hurry to go on a date?"

"... No."

"Then sit down and have breakfast with me."

Han Muzi: "Mr. night."

"How?" night Tingchen's evil eyes fell directly on her face: "there's no time for breakfast? Otherwise I'll accompany you to do what you want to do?"

Let him follow him to the school to find Xiaomi Dou. She won't agree until she's crazy.

Finally, Han Muzi had to compromise, took the soft ruler back, and then sat down opposite yetingchen.

Breakfast was well prepared, as if she knew she was coming.

Han Muzi had already had breakfast at home, but she knew that yetingchen would do what he wanted to do, so she didn't bother to argue and took a sandwich and bit it.

I just hope that after this breakfast, we can make a quick decision and go back.

Originally, she spent less time with Xiaomi Dou. She didn't feel like she was stirred by yetingchen.

Han Muzi sipped his sandwich while thinking about things, while yetingchen's eyes were glued on her face, which couldn't be moved at all.

She really, has become too much.

Now she is more calm, calm and beautiful than before.

As if, reborn.

Such Han Muzi is undoubtedly amazing for him.

But it's also a headache for him.

Han Muzi was thinking about things. Suddenly, she felt that a hot line of sight fell on her. She paused, then raised her head and hit the dark bottom of yetingchen's eyes.

Eye collision, night Tingchen was not half embarrassed, but looked at her more directly.

The look in his eyes was very explicit and the heat was frightening.

Han Muzi's heart was pounding, and suddenly she didn't want to eat.

Then she put down her sandwich and said in a deep voice, "I'm full, Mr. night. Can we start now?"

"Anytime." yetingchen looked like you were welcome.

However, he still sat there lazily, motionless.

Is she going to go by herself?

Han Muzi wrinkly Xiumei stood up and took out the soft ruler again. She went there. Anyway, after taking his body data, she left directly.

She stepped forward and rarely asked, "Mr. night, would you please stand up?"

"Stand up?" night Tingchen raised his eyebrow.

Han Muzi smiled: "one minute."

When she had finished, she waited patiently.

The next second, yetingchen put down the cup and finally stood up with straight and tight legs. Originally, Han Muzi was a distance from him, but when yetingchen stood up, he moved a lot of distance to her side, almost close to her.

The night Tingchen with long hands and feet stood in front of Han Muzi. All his masculine breath pressed down unreservedly and shrouded her.

Such a breath... Han Muzi was still slightly frightened after so many years.

Her pupils narrowed, and when she was about to step back to keep a distance from him, one hand pinched her slender waist.

Han Muzi raised her eyes in amazement: "what are you doing?"

Yetingchen's eyes were as deep as the sea. They fell on her face like suction. His voice was low, like a slowly pulling cello.

"Standing so far, how can I measure it?"

When he said this, yetingchen leaned against her ear and said it.

I don't know if it's her illusion. Han Muzi always feels that yetingchen is deliberately blowing in her ears.

Such a move was undoubtedly stimulating for Han Muzi, and then she heard her heart beat and began to move despairingly, but in addition, she also had a heavy sense of humiliation.

A married man always treats her with such a light act.

Han Muzi closed her eyes and said in a cold voice, "let me go."

The breath on her body was almost cold for a moment. Before yetingchen understood what was going on, Han Muzi had taken out a soft ruler and tied it to his arm, and then his body moved to the other side.

At this time, it was a short distance from him.

Han Muzi measured his size with a cold face.

Originally, these things could not be done by her, but Han Muzi knew that if yetingchen came for herself, even if she called those designers, I'm afraid they would not suffer less humiliation than herself.

She took the list herself, so she had to bear it.

"Do you hate me now?"