He looked at someone rubbing the car window up and down and swaying, and his heart was also very uncomfortable, so he gently raised Gu Yuhan's head, leaving a gap, and let her pillow her coat like that, Gu Yuhan slept in a daze, and suddenly something was stuffed under his head, soft, and the pillow was very comfortable.

Mu Zimo looked at someone enjoying his coat, and his heart was also inexplicably happy, he saw the news of Gu Yuhan and Chu Yue in S City, he was originally angry, he stopped working and flew in person, just to question her.

But when I saw the woman, her forehead was wrapped in thick gauze, her face was as pale as paper, and she had no energy at all. When he was crumbling on the stairs alone in a wide hospital gown, his anger and the fire he had brewed for a while disappeared without a trace.

Listening to the breathing of the woman beside him becoming shallow and long, Mu Zimo opened his eyes and turned his head to look at her.

Gu Yuhan's current image is simply weak, embarrassed, and thinly dressed, even when he falls asleep, his body can't help shaking.

Mu Zimo still blamed her for this trouble, but she reached out and took off her thin tweed vest and covered Gu Yuhan's body.

Ding Kun saw this picture in the rearview mirror, and secretly rejoiced in his heart, and finally seemed to understand something, he turned up the temperature in the car a little more, and said, "Boss, are you going to the hotel?"

His voice was very low, as if he was asking Mu Zimo's opinion, not so much asking, but testing Mu Zimo, afraid that if he said a word, he would be beheaded all over the house.

"Go to the airport. Mu Zimo commanded coldly, and simply spit out these words.

Ding Kun frowned: "Mr. Mu, you didn't rest well last night, you worked until midnight, if you take a plane overnight...... This ......"

Ding Kun asked Mu Zimo with a worried face, and all the worries were written on his face at once.

"Too much nonsense. Mu Zimo showed an impatient look. He is like this at work, doing a series of jobs under high pressure, but he always doesn't listen to others who let him rest, and just does his own work.

Ding Kun knew that Mu Zimo was unwilling, how could his immediate boss mess with him, so he quickly shut up, made a sharp turn, turned to the highway, and drove towards the airport very quickly.

.........

When Gu Yuhan woke up again, it was on a soft big bed.

She struggled to open her eyes and look at the strange surroundings, everything was unfamiliar, and there was a kind of dazed feeling that she was suddenly separated from the world, and she didn't know where she was.

In this huge space, the floor-to-ceiling windows are open, the breeze blows the light veil on the windows, and there is the smell of grass in the air, and it is refreshing and comfortable to take a deep breath.

The room was large and well furnished. All the furnishings, including the walls and ceilings, are in cold tones, and Gu Yuhan gets up to let people put themselves in it, and they will feel cold inexplicably.

Gu Yuhan was stunned, she really didn't have a big room, and the furniture was readily available. All the furnishings, including the walls and ceilings, are in cold tones, and Gu Yuhan gets up to let people put themselves in it, and they will feel cold inexplicably.

Gu Yuhan was stunned, she really didn't know where this was, when she escaped from the hospital, escaped from Chu Yue, and was taken away by Mu Zimo, she simply knew that she was safe, she didn't think about anything else, and she didn't dare to think about anything.

Is this a hotel?

A wave of doubt was written on her brow, and her brow furrowed slightly, as if she was thinking about something.

She carefully got out of bed, walked slowly to the window, and pulled back the dancing tulle. She found out that this room was on the second floor, and the courtyard below was a huge green lawn, and a large crescent-shaped swimming pool was embedded in the lawn, which was very pleasing to the eye.

What kind of hotel would have such a large lawn and swimming pool?

Gu Yuhan thought about his guess incredulously, but everything was too hard to believe.

Just when she was trying to guess where this was, the door suddenly opened behind her, and Gu Yuhan didn't hesitate anything, just simply turned around subconsciously.

I saw that it was Mu Zimo who walked in in a light coffee-colored home casual wear.

He usually wears a dark and stereotyped suit with a hint of oppressive color, but this time he wears home clothes, which is still a warm light color, and the whole person looks different from usual.

Even Gu Yuhan, who was on the side, was indeed surprised by his sudden outfit and opened his mouth wide, and his eyes were wide open.

Mu Zimo looked at her like this, tried to hold back his smile, and gently walked to the chair in front of the floor-to-ceiling window and sat down, so cold that he didn't even say a word.

After Gu Yuhan recovered his mood, he pretended to be very well-behaved and nodded meekly: "Well, thank you President Mu for taking me out of the hospital." ”

Mu Zimo, who was called 'President Mu', was more or less unhappy in his heart.

He raised his eyebrows and glanced at the woman in front of him, her straight hair draped over her shoulders, and the warm pink cotton loose nightdress could not hide her figure. His forehead was still wrapped in thick gauze, and his elbows and knees were so bruised and swollen that he almost pushed up his nightdress.

It's just that it's hard to say that Gu Yuhan's face is still pale, even his lips, which were always moisturized, are dry and peeling, and his face is full of haggardness.

From Mu Zimo's point of view, if Gu Yuhan was a delicate and delicate daisy before, then now she is beaten by frost, and she has no spirit at all.

Mu Zimo retracted his gaze, stretched out his hand and pointed to the chair opposite, and motioned for Gu Yuhan in front of him to sit down as well.

It's just that Gu Yuhan's two little hands were clenched tightly in front of her lower abdomen, and she sat down very nervously, thinking that there might be some unpredictable storm hidden under Mu Zihan's calmness.

Sure enough, Mu Zimo threw an entertainment newspaper on the small round table with a "snap": "This, don't you want to explain it?"