Chapter 815

Before George said these words, yetingchen's understanding was that he could handle such small things as getting him engaged to duanmuxue.

So for him, he didn't take this matter to heart at all.

After the solution, everything is back on track. Everyone still lives normally and does what they should do.

But now, as George said, yetingchen felt that his plan had been disrupted in advance.

It was like a Gobang game. He clearly arranged the game. Suddenly, a rampant animal came and knocked down his chessboard. All his thoughts were in vain.

Thinking of this, the breath on yetingchen suddenly became cold and cold. Looking at George was like looking at a dead man.

In such a cold night, Tingchen made George unconsciously step back and cough to defend himself.

"Wei Chi, I really can't blame you for this. You didn't tell me about it, right? And... When I called your little assistant, she didn't answer the phone. I almost burst her cell phone. I thought she was angry because she knew about it..."

The tone of yetingchen was gloomy.

"Who told you to mind your own business? Are you really idle?"

George stepped back a few steps: "no, I'm really busy, just by the way. Well, since I've told you about it, I'll go first."

With that, regardless of the reaction of yetingchen, George turned and ran away.

After running a long way, George looked back with his chest covered. He was relieved to see yetingchen walking towards the garage.

I hope he didn't screw things up this time. If two people can't be together because of him, he will really apologize with death.

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Han Muzi wandered in the street for a long time. Only after she realized that it was very late did she react that she had to go home.

So she took a taxi directly to the downstairs gate. After paying the fare, when she got off to get the key, a cold male voice came from the dark on the left.

"Where have you been?"

The cold voice suddenly rang out, which directly startled Han Muzi, exclaimed, and the key in his hand fell to the ground.

She was thinking about things. There was no light everywhere. After getting off, the taxi left soon.

Han Muzi looked at the source of the North Korean voice.

In the dark, there was a small flame jumping. If she heard the familiar voice just now, it should be yetingchen

Thinking of yetingchen, Han Muzi naturally thought of him going to discuss his engagement tonight.

Having been out of her mind all night, Han Muzi was really fed up with this feeling. She reluctantly settled her mind and bent down to find the key she had just dropped.

However, one hand picked up her key faster than her.

"Why don't you answer me?"

Han Muzi: "

By the faint moonlight, Han Muzi reached for the key in his hand: "thank you. I went out to dinner with my friends."

She took the key and unconsciously wiped his palm with her soft fingers.

At that moment, yetingchen didn't know what was going on. He actually wanted to hold her hand and stay.

However, when he was stunned, Han Muzi had taken the key back and opened the door.

Night Tingchen silently watched her do all this, put out the cigarette in her hand, and then followed her in.

After taking a few steps, Han Muzi realized that he followed himself and could only stop.

"You?"

"The road is too dark. I'll take you upstairs."

Han Muzi: "

She actually wanted to ask him what he was doing here so late? And didn't he go to discuss the engagement? Don't you think it's ironic to come and find yourself after discussion?

Finally, she swallowed these words and walked forward silently.

Soon he arrived in front of the house. Han Muzi looked at him and said, "it's delivered."

In the dark, yetingchen's eyes seemed to be brighter than the moonlight. He stared at her silently, but said, "don't you invite me in for a glass of water?"

Han Muzi: "

He asked for it.

Han Muzi thought of what he had done before he came here this evening, bit his lower lip and ruthlessly replied to him: "it's too late, inconvenient."

"Oh."

Night Tingchen smiled and walked one step closer to her, and the heat was spitting on her neck.

"Then tell me, why is it inconvenient?"

When he spoke, his breath rubbed on his neck consciously or unconsciously. It was itchy. Han Muzi quickly stepped back and avoided it.

Night Tingchen seemed to continue to move forward. Han Muzi flustered opened the door, then went in and turned on the light, "then sit down and I'll pour you a glass of water."

After her, he entered the door. Yetingchen closed the door and thought about how to explain the night to her.

If you take the initiative to explain, will it make her misunderstand?

Why don't you explain when she asks herself?

Well, it works.

After Han Muzi poured water for yetingchen, they were quiet again. It was very late now, and there was silence around.

Night Tingchen took a sip of water from his cup and waited for Han Muzi to ask, but after he sat and drank all the water, the woman was still very quiet.

Soon a glass of water came to the bottom.

Han Muzi raised her head and weakly reminded him, "the water is finished, president."

Ye Tingchen: "

He was a little agitated, stretched out his hand and pulled his tie on his chest: "I still feel thirsty."

"Oh." Han Muzi can only nod: "then I'll pour you another cup."

She picked up the cup and went back to the kitchen to pour water, slowly.

Night Tingchen looked at her and put a cup of warm water in front of him again. This time, night Tingchen didn't drink slowly. Because he was upset, he took it up and took a few mouthfuls.

The water drummed down his throat.

Then he raised his eyes and saw the woman sitting there with her eyes down quietly. Her whole body looked lifeless and energetic.

In this way, she made yetingchen even more upset. He suddenly slammed the cup on the table.

Han Muzi, who had been sitting quietly, looked up at him as if she had been surprised, but soon took her eyes back.

"You, have no questions to ask me?"

Finally, yetingchen couldn't help asking.

Han Muzi, who had been sitting quietly, finally had a little reaction. Her lips moved. It seemed that she wanted to say something, but she thought about it and shook her head.

"There's nothing to ask. It's late now. Don't you have to go back?"

Then he heard the opposite night Tingchen sneer, looked up again, and saw him staring at himself with mocking eyes.

Such eyes made the fire at the bottom of Han Muzi's heart run away.

He was the one who went to discuss the engagement. Instead of saying it himself, he wanted her to ask?

What did she ask? In what capacity?