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Seeing Mu Beihan seated far away from him, Li Moshu took the initiative to come closer and sat beside him.

The fragrance that assaulted his nose was the smell of marinating cosmetics.

Mu Beihan frowned, this pungent smell made him extremely uncomfortable, it was not on Yan Luoluo's body.

When she was on the bed, the smell of her body captivated him. Every time, she would bury her head in her neck and inhale a few mouthfuls. It was the smell of milk mixed with the fragrance of jasmine, which was really addictive.

When he thought about this, Mu Beihan felt that he could no longer hold it in, and he crossed his legs to cover his lower body's reaction.

Dammit, why did I think of her again? Why did my self-control become so weak?

Li Moshu quietly took Mu Beihan's arm, and said gently: "Elder Brother Mu, it's been so long since we've last met, do you not miss me at all?"

Mu Beihan did not give her any face at all, and mercilessly took his hand away and sat back down in the position that Li Moshu had started to take.

Mu Beihan said: "Li Moshu, you don't have to waste your time here. Even if you and my family all agree to our marriage and force me to marry you, it would be impossible for me to marry you."

Li Moshu could not believe what she had heard. She steadied her voice and said: "Elder Brother Mu, what are you saying, if you don't marry me, who else can you marry? In the entire upper class, I am the most suitable for you.

Mu Beihan did not even look at her, and took out a cigarette, holding it in his hand: "If there's anything that you're not satisfied with, just go and complain, you're familiar with this kind of thing, there's nothing between us, you should know, at the time I agreed to marry you because of your reputation, after all, we've known each other for so long, and in the end it's not good for everyone to fall out with each other."

Li Moshu clenched her hands into fists on her knees, her nails digging into her flesh. However, she still spoke in an aggrieved tone, "Elder Brother Mu, how can you say that?

Mu Beihan was impatient, "Do you not understand my words? "Since that's the case, there's no need to continue the conversation. I'll be leaving first."

She got up and left. Li Moshu went forward and grabbed his arm, and finally could not maintain her false nobility, and said with a sharp voice: "You haven't seen me in so many years, and already said that you wanted to come into contact with me on their first meeting. Let me guess, could it be that there's some small wave of hooves outside trying to seduce you?"

Mu Beihan was disgusted. Even though they had known each other for so many years and both of them were engaged, he was still not used to people touching him.

He pulled his hand out of the Demon Claw, but didn't argue and just left.

His lazy explanation made Li Moshu feel guilty.

Li Moshu stood in place. If there really was someone who was so daring as to steal her man, she would definitely let that person suffer a fate worse than death!

She turned around and picked up her bag, following behind Mu Beihan.

While Mu Beihan was walking out, he passed by the hall again. The three people were still happily eating there, and before they could even think about it, they found themselves standing in front of the three people's tables.

Mu Beihan greeted and said: "Boss Cheng, what a coincidence, you're also having your meal here."

The three of them looked up at Mu Beihan with the same puzzled expression. This made him feel very unhappy again.

Cheng Jinchuan nodded his head: "It's a coincidence, Director Mu, what can I do for you?"

A subtext of the shopping mall. If there's nothing else, you can leave.

However, this person acted as if he didn't understand and said, "It's nothing much, just on a whim. I heard that the spurs of this restaurant are very good, so I came here to try them. Unfortunately, there aren't any seats left."

Cheng Jinchuan and Yan Luoluo looked at the sparse number of people in the hall. Was he serious?

"The waiter said that the other seats have been reserved. I can't take them."

Yan Luoluo could not help but feel sorry for him, would you care if someone else had booked a book for you? Who dares not give you a seat...

Yan Qingfan who was obediently eating his meal blinked his eyes. It was time for him, the best wingman, to come out.