Chapter 539

Han Qing looked at the radiant Muzi and whispered back.

"Not yet."

"Not yet? When will it be ok?" Han Muzi carried the skirt in some distress: "brother, do you know how tired your sister is wearing this skirt?"

She looked down at her skirt. "It's heavy, okay?"

"I'll take you to know some people and come with me." Han Qing asked her to step down with her. Han Muzi was in some pain, but her face didn't show it. She reluctantly picked up her skirt and walked forward.

When Han Qing takes her to meet people, she inevitably needs a toast, but it's inconvenient for Han Muzi to carry a skirt and a glass.

At the critical moment, Xiaoyan ran behind her, "let me help you carry the skirt."

After listening to the speech, Han Muzi looked back at her, but Xiaoyan's eyes were biased to other places and didn't dare to look at it. Han Muzi found that she was avoiding Han Qing's eyes.

So the reason why she didn't come just now is because of Han Qing? Thinking of what Xiaoyan had done before, Han Muzi couldn't help laughing in her heart.

"Muzi, this is Mr. Wang, the largest cloth merchant in Beicheng."

Han Muzi's eyes lit up when she heard the words "cloth merchant". Her brother really had a hand. He introduced such a heavyweight to her as soon as he came. She runs a fashion design company. What she needs most is a fabric dealer?

"President Han's sister really came out very well, on a par with Mrs. Han in those years."

Wang is always an old man. He is of the same age as Mrs. Han.

Seeing Han Muzi now, he also thought of Mrs. Han's appearance in those years. Then he shook his wine glass and felt a little sad: "I was also the one who worshipped Mrs. Han's style in those years, but it's a pity... Mrs. Han's eyes only..."

At this point, his words suddenly stopped, realized that he had made a mistake, and then smiled awkwardly: "sorry, I seem to say a little more. I mean... You are very similar to your mother."

"Thank you." Han Muzi smiled at him, then thanked him, and then exchanged greetings. President Wang talked about letting her visit the company when she was free. Han Qingcai took her to the next object to know.

She met several people along the way, all of whom Han Muzi wanted to know. At the same time, she also drank several glasses of wine. At this time, she was a little too drunk. In addition, the skirt on her body was too heavy. She wanted to go to the back and change this skirt to have a rest.

Perhaps the tired color revealed between her eyebrows and eyes made Han Qing feel a little distressed, so Han Qing only took her to meet a few important guests, and then looked at the little Yan who had been carrying her skirt and said, "how many glasses of wine will you accompany me? There are some guests next, which may be helpful to your company?"

The male god sent an invitation to her. Xiaoyan would not refuse. He nodded blankly: "OK, I... Send Muzi to the back first, and then come to you."

"HMM." Han Qing nodded.

So Xiaoyan sent Han Muzi backstage. When she walked, she was light and her soul didn't seem to be her own.

"What's the matter? My brother asked you to join us, so you were too excited?" Han Muzi teased her with a smile when she came to a place where there was no one.

Xiaoyan instantly looked back and stared: "what nonsense? Your brother asked me to join you not for your company and your business. Who made your sister useless? He just started shouting no when he met several businessmen. He didn't want me to play for you."

Han Muzi couldn't help laughing, "yes, it's really an excellent reserve. Where's Xiaomi Dou, an excellent reserve?"

When Xiaomi bean was mentioned, Xiaoyan gave a cry.

"Strange, I asked the servants before. They said Xiaomi Dou was with your brother?"

But there was no one around Han Qing just now. Where did Xiaomi Dou go?

"Change your skirt first."

Han Muzi looked at the huge dressing room and nodded: "I'll go in and change it. Go back quickly. By the way, ask my brother where Xiaomi Dou has gone and let Xiaomi Dou come here to find me."

"Can you take off this skirt alone?"

"I'm a designer. Why can't I take it off? Go quickly."

"Well, you can change your skirt here and have a rest. I'll come back to you later."

"Yes."

Han Muzi nodded and soon Xiaoyan left.

After Xiao Yan left, she was the only one left in the dressing room.

It was quiet all around. Now everyone was gathered in the front hall and everyone was attending the banquet.

Han Muzi looked around and walked to the changing room with her skirt. After that, she began to want to remove the skirt. The clothes were difficult to solve, but Han Muzi was very patient, so her action was slow.

Click——

At this time, the sound of pushing the door came from outside. Is someone coming?

Han Muzi had some doubts and asked, "who?"

However, no one responded to her. Han Muzi's hand stopped, some doubts

Did she hear wrong?

But she had just heard someone push the door open. It could not be her illusion.

Han Muzi kept an eye on her, buttoned back the button she had removed, and then picked up her skirt to see who it was.

However, as soon as she turned around, a dark shadow flashed in front of her. Before she reacted, she was pressed onto the cold wall next to her.

Click——

I don't know who turned off the lights in the house, and it was dark all around.

People's nerves are very sensitive in the dark, and they have no sense of direction. Han Muzi panicked and opened her mouth and screamed.

"Who is it? Want to do... Uh..."

The hot palm stroked her back, so that her back would not directly hit the hard wall, and the other was tied around her waist, so that she could not escape at all.

Followed by a hot kiss.

The man's thin lips didn't cover her gently at all. At the same time, the familiar smell on her body also invaded her. Han Muzi was still frightened a moment ago, but after feeling the familiar smell, she was stunned and stunned.

As soon as she was in a daze, she naturally gave someone more opportunities. Suddenly, she felt that her teeth had been pried open by the other party.

In the dark, Han Muzi unconsciously widened her eyes and looked at the people close at hand.

Something was shining silver in the dark.

Although what she touched on her lips was soft, what her nose touched was a hard and cold area, like... Iron sheet?

What's this?

Just when Han Muzi was in a daze, the man holding him angrily tightened her waist, as if to integrate her into his own body.

"If you don't concentrate at this time, what are you thinking?"

“……”

"Thinking about the men you just met?"