Chapter 590

A moment later, Han Muzi turned around and coughed.

"Come in."

Night Tingchen followed her into the door and closed the door. Han Muzi walked inside and said, "change your shoes yourself. I haven't cooked yet. Change your shoes and wait for me in the living room."

Then Han Muzi hid in the kitchen and closed the door with his backhand.

After she boiled the water, she stood staring at it.

She wanted to invite yetingchen to dinner, but later regretted it, but she didn't expect him to see it.

Asshole yetingchen.

Han Muzi scolded him secretly in her heart, but she was still happy to think that someone could accompany her to dinner.

Halfway through dinner, yetingchen suddenly pushed the door in.

Han Muzi was startled: "what are you doing in here?"

"What can I do for you?" yetingchen sat in the living room for a while and felt that it was not good for him to stay in the living room all the time. It was not his intention to let his woman busy in the kitchen.

So he went straight into the kitchen.

"No." Han Muzi answered and said, "it'll be fine soon. If you want to help, take out the bowl and chopsticks."

Yetingchen nodded and went to get chopsticks and bowls.

After going out, he came back and saw that Han Muzi had put the dishes on the plate, so he helped her take the plate out again.

After a while, there were a few more dishes on the table, and they sat down face to face.

Eating alone is boring and lonely. However, when yetingchen sat opposite to have dinner, Han Muzi didn't think it was very interesting. She always felt the atmosphere was very embarrassing, so she kept her head buried during dinner and tried not to look into yetingchen's eyes.

"Am I the devil?"

Suddenly, yetingchen asked.

Han Muzi raised her head from the bowl and looked at him in amazement: "what?"

"Otherwise, why don't you look up when you eat? Or do you think I'm sitting across from you?"

Before she could explain, the opposite night Tingchen suddenly got up and directly bypassed the table and sat next to her.

“……”

What is this? Han Muzi blinked and looked at him helplessly.

"In this way, you can look up for dinner." yetingchen mentioned Ben and put the dishes into her bowl. He spoiled his tone: "what's thin? You don't know?"

Han Muzi blinked again. Is she thin?

It doesn't seem thin... It's just no meat.

It was a tough meal, but the food was delicious. After eating it, Han Muzi gradually tasted it. Han Muzi was not so restrained.

After dinner, when Han Muzi was cleaning up the dishes and chopsticks, yetingchen received a phone call.

Then he frowned, "no time."

The man at the other end of the mobile phone seemed to be anxiously explaining something to him, which made yetingchen's eyebrows frown tighter and tighter. Then he sneered: "come back to me when you've solved it all."

Then he hung up the phone directly.

Han Muzi's hand slowed down a bit and couldn't help asking.

"Is that Xiao Su?"

"Yes." yetingchen got up and walked to her, trying to help her.

"Is it the company's business? Why don't you solve it first? I have nothing here and don't need your help."

Can you still let him help you wash the dishes?

How could the president of Yeshi group, the son of heaven in the business world, dry clean the dishes? Don't smash all her bowls.

"Go." Han Muzi pushed him, "just go and return early."

Hearing this sentence, yetingchen was stifled and couldn't help clasping her wrist: "do you think... We are very like now..."

"You go."

Han Muzi suddenly interrupted what he wanted to say later, then took his hand and walked outside, pushed him directly to the door, opened the door and pushed him out.

Then without giving yetingchen any chance to react, he slammed the door and isolated him.

Yetingchen's nose was almost hit by the door, but he was not angry at all. On the contrary, there was a sweet feeling in his heart. After a while, he reached out and touched his nose, and the radian of the corner of his lips widened.

Well, the future is long. Anyway, she can't escape anyway.

Now, let her run again.

*

When Han Muzi finished cleaning up and went upstairs, changed her pajamas and was ready to go to bed, she suddenly thought of what happened in the company during the day.

She thought for a moment, took out her mobile phone and opened the album.

She specially left the contact information of manager Yi. It was less than ten o'clock at this time, and she didn't know whether he had rested or not.

After thinking, Han Muzi sent a message.

Originally it was just a simple message, but manager Yi called her personally after seeing it.

Han Muzi answered the phone and was surprised: "hello? Manager Yi."

"Miss Han, I saw the message you sent me. You want the contact information of our president, right?"

She originally sent a message just to try her luck, because it was impolite to call others at night, so she sent a text message, but Han Muzi didn't expect that the other party could really see it, and called her directly.

So Han Muzi was a little embarrassed and coughed.

"I'm sorry, manager Yi. I'm disturbing you so late. Haven't you had a rest yet?"

"Ha ha, it's a little late tonight. I just got on the bus and saw Miss Han's information. I think Miss Han means to communicate with our president in person?"

In the latter sentence, his tone was a little cautious, like a temptation, but he was not sure, as if he was afraid of offending her.

Before, Xiaoyan said he thought he had special respect for himself. At that time, Han Muzi didn't think there was anything, and thought it was the other party's talent.

Now, there is a reason.

She thought for a while and thought it was better to go straight ahead.

"Yes, I want to talk to him personally about the details of the contract, so..."

"No problem." manager Yi promised quickly, "I'll send our president's mobile phone number to your mobile phone. Miss Han, please wait a moment."

Then he hung up the phone.

Han Muzi held her mobile phone: "

Are you waiting for her here?

It's cold at night. What do you want to do?

Within a moment, the cold night's mobile phone number was sent to her mobile phone. She looked at the string of numbers and twisted her sore eyebrows.

It's so late now. Does she want to call ye Linhan?

Just ask?

Is it possible that people have fallen asleep? Probably his hands didn't listen. When Han Muzi was still hesitating, the phone had been dialed out.

Dudu——

There was a voice of connection from the mobile phone. After waiting for about a while, the other party answered.

"Hello?"

A gentle voice came from the mobile phone. Although it had been a long time, it was very familiar to Han Muzi.

After all, this man was also the one who had protected her life and death.