Hearing that it was Wen Youheng's voice, Jian Yiyun panicked all of a sudden, and Mu Zhijun snorted at the moment.

This is the second time in this situation, and the last time she was in Zhuzhou, she was still impressed.

"You want to cut me off?" Mu Zhijun was dumbfounded, a little unbearable.

"Door...... There are people outside the door. ”

She tried to get up, but he pushed her back.

"Don't make a fuss, Ah Heng is outside. ”

This time, Mu Zhijun didn't stop him anymore, he saw the panic in her eyes, and instantly became interested.

This little woman, can she figure out who is her man?

The knock on the door was in his ears, Jian Yiyun got off him, and he didn't care about cleaning, he pulled up his skirt and straightened his clothes and wanted to open the door, but he saw Mu Zhijun lazily sitting there with his arms crossed and like an uncle, and the thing was also motionless.

Such a picture of Chiguoguo, but there is no glamorous at all.

Mu Zhijun was angry, and his anger was always undisguised in front of her.

Jian Yiyun knew that she was at a loss, so she squatted down in front of him flatteringly, "Don't be angry, we'll ...... at night Huh?"

He looked away and let her sort out his clothes, sighed, and held his phone to someone to send a text message.

"Then I'll go open the door first. ”

He didn't answer her either.

Jian Yiyun thought about it, but still spread out the documents on the coffee table that He Muze had just brought a little more messy, and Mu Zhijun's face became even more ugly.

The people inside the door are not happy, and the people outside the door are not much better.

Wen Youheng seemed to be holding a cigarette unhurriedly, but his heart was as upset as a mess, especially when he saw the photo she posted in the circle of friends not long ago.

He had also seen a similar situation in Mu Zhijun's circle of friends, but at that time he was still able to stabilize himself, because Jian Yiyun had not admitted it, but now, she decided to make it public......

Is she really in love with Mu Zhijun?

The door was opened without warning, revealing a crimson and slightly coquettish face, and the eyes were full of spring and red tide, and at a glance it was clear what had just happened.

Sure enough, it's her, she's here!

"Why are you here, dead girl, and what about my cousin?" Wen Youheng forcibly suppressed the turmoil in his heart, snuffed out the cigarette butt with two fingers, and threw it into the corridor at will, and it was the usual heartless smile, but there was a miserable smoke in the deep eyes staring at her, either angry or hurt, in short, suppressed panic.

But at this moment, where did Jian Yiyun dare to look at him carefully.

"Mr. Mu is inside, I work for my colleagues, and there is a problem with the project of M Group, so I followed. She thought about the rapid ringing of the mobile phone when it was in full swing just now, and guessed that it was probably He Muze who called to report the news.

"No wonder you said you were on a business trip, I thought you were going on a business trip. ”

Wen Youheng didn't dwell on this matter anymore, which made her relax a little.

No matter what the circumstances, he is always reluctant to embarrass her too much, in Wen Youheng's eyes, this may be simply a smokeless war between him and Mu Zhijun.

He calmly brushed her shoulder, and walked towards the door, where the smell of love in the small living room, which had not had time to subside, mixed with the fragrance of air freshener, evolved into a new irony.

Ying Ting's brows furrowed unconsciously, and he didn't know what he was worried about.

Knowing some things and seeing them are really two different things, and under the calm surface may be the forbearance of blood.

The atmosphere in the living room instantly became subtle, Mu Zhijun leaned on the side of the sofa, supported his temples with one hand, and put the other hand on his knees, with a light tap, there was no smile on his face, but he was not necessarily cold.

"Why are you here?"

"I heard about this here, so I came over and took a look. ”

Wen Youheng leaned back on the sofa, poured a cigarette out of the cigarette case, and the lighter snapped, he looked at the sparks on the cigarette butt, suddenly and irritably, snuffed it out, and threw it into the ashtray in front of him.

Jian Yijun disliked him smoking the most.

"The pile downstairs is more lively than the promotion in the supermarket, and you don't say hello to the relevant local departments, I have never seen such an ignorant reporter. ”

"Where is there a sensible person who is a journalist? Under the guise of fighting for the right to speak, but doing the work of a puppet, do you think I am still more serious with these marionettes? I am not a street acrobat. ”

Mu Zhijun suddenly stretched out his hand, his eyes lit on the cigarette case, Wen Youheng smiled and took out the cigarette and handed it to him, "It's rare to see my cousin smoking." ”

"Not very much. ”

He has a slight habit of cleanliness, he really doesn't like the smell of smoke very much, and he hates the cigarette ash falling everywhere, but just now when he saw Jian Yiyun subconsciously frowning when he saw Wen Youheng taking a cigarette, he suddenly wanted to try it too.

Mu Zhijun struck the match with his face sideways, even if it was just such a subtle movement, it was extremely elegant and charming, and the jumping flames on his slender and clean fingertips couldn't help but throb when he saw it.

This man is indeed perfect, and his every move reveals a distinctive temperament.

Thinking that she was sitting on this man a few minutes ago and doing some kind of red-faced, red-faced movement, Jian Yiyun buried her head more and more deep in the pile of papers in front of her, the pair of beautiful ears as delicate as mutton fat jade burned red, and her heart was a childish but beautiful tension that matched her age.

Have you ever felt the urge to show off your best things in front of others but were embarrassed to show them off?

But Jian Yiyun, first of all, she is a restrained person, not to mention that now she is sitting on her left-hand side, who is still her best friend since she was a child, she still hesitates, and she can't think of how to talk to him.

"Ahem......" She coughed unnaturally twice, as if choking on cigarettes.

Because of this cough, the strange feelings that had just risen and even the crimson on his cheeks were well contained.

"A few days ago, I heard your father talking about your marriage, your grandmother helped you to collect a few, and I took advantage of the Chinese New Year to go back to see, you are not young, it is time to start a family. ”

Mu Zhijun's words made Jian Yiyun feel a little happy.

If Wen Youheng gets married, then she won't have to worry about how to explain this matter to him.

Wen Youheng subconsciously glanced at Jian Yiyun, but when he saw that she was still sitting there indifferently, he was naturally a little uncomfortable in his heart.

If she really has no heart and no lungs, it would be fine, but what makes people unwilling is that her idea of heart and lungs is all resting on Mu Zhijun, and the friendship between the two of them for so many years can't withstand Mu Zhijun's words after all.

"My cousin also said that I, you are still single, and it is not too late for me to get married when you get married, and the ones introduced by the old lady are not my appetite, I have someone I like. He reached out and touched a cigarette, sniffed it, and lit it without hesitation.

"Me?" Mu Zhijun smiled, "I'm very soon, you kid is ready for red envelopes." ”

He obviously stretched out his hand to flick the cigarette ash, but the finger pointed meaningfully at Jian Yiyun on the side.

Jian Yiyun felt something strange in the air, the pen in her hand paused, and when she looked up, she saw that the eyes of the two of them stayed on her, and she got up embarrassedly, "I'll go down and see if there's anything I can help with." ”

Without waiting for Mu Zhijun to agree, she couldn't wait to leave.

The smile on Wen Youheng's face finally froze, he took a sharp breath, and spit it out again, the white smoke shrouded his handsome face, and he couldn't see his expression, nor could he see the sadness in his eyes.

When the smoke cleared, he returned to normal, staring coldly at the bottomless eyes in front of him, and smiling gently, "It seems that I have to hurry, my cousin is always too fast." ”

"Xiao Heng. Mu Zhijun called him out loud, this cousin and nephew are indeed outstanding, compared to his father, although there is Jian Yiyun between them, but he loves him from the bottom of his heart.

"There are some things that you are attached to, and maybe not necessarily what you should be attached to. ”

"I'm just doing something I should have done a long time ago, my cousin has always loved me and should understand me. ”

What if you get it?

Feelings can't be let go.

Mu Zhijun was thinking about what would he be like now if he didn't have Jian Yiyun, and finally he lived, would he let go?

Definitely not.

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