As she spoke, she glanced at the rose-gold mobile phone resting next to his right hand, intentionally or unintentionally.

"I'm so sorry you see I'm causing you trouble in the middle of the night. ”

"How come, you forgot, I like to serve beautiful women the most, especially Lawyer Jian is so talented and beautiful. ”

Mu Zhijun smiled and took a piece of red wine from the wine cabinet and poured a glass for her.

"You've won the prize, it's getting late, and I won't bother much. ”

Jian Yiyun drank all the wine in one gulp and stood up, her intention was already very clear, but it was obvious that Mu Zhijun had no intention of returning the phone to her for the time being.

She glanced at the watch on her wrist intentionally or unintentionally, and she had begun to be vaguely worried in her heart, she had made an appointment with Mu Zhijun's wife Ding Jie to talk on the phone at ten o'clock, and now it was nearly fifty at nine o'clock.

Sure enough, it didn't take long for her phone to ring on time.

On the screen, the word "Ding Jie" is clear.

She wanted to reach for the phone, but for some reason, under Mu Zhijun's slightly playful gaze, her whole body fell into a kind of stiffness.

His slender and delicate fingers tapped on the table every time, and each time it was shocking, and she was really worried that he would accidentally press the answer button.

I don't know how long it took, Mu Zhijun finally stood up and walked slowly behind her with a goblet.

His hand rested lightly on the back of her chair, and the swan-like noble and long neck was slightly lowered, and the reflection on the intricate pattern of the wallpaper was an extremely beautiful and harmonious picture.

But in fact, at this moment, Jian Yiyun's heart was almost about to stop.

The man's crisp breath inadvertently slipped past her ears, bringing people an innate sense of oppression.

Jian Yiyun forcibly suppressed the uneasiness in her heart and wanted to get up, but was gently pressed back by that hand.

"It seems that Lawyer Jian is indeed very dedicated, and the client will call so late. ”

She didn't speak, forcing herself to pull the corners of her mouth, squeezing out a smile that was more ugly than crying.

"Why doesn't Lawyer Jian answer the phone? Although Xiaojie and I can't be husband and wife, it doesn't mean that we will be enemies, you don't have to worry about me. ”

"It's nothing, she may have a little insomnia, women, when they are sad, they usually like to find someone to make a phone porridge or something. She quickly reached for the phone on the table, "It's late, so I won't bother anymore." ”

The hand that had been on her shoulder slapped it lightly twice, and the breathtaking aura made her dare not act rashly again.

The display on the mobile phone screen changed from Ding Jie to Lin Haoran again, and then the two kept switching back and forth, as if they were stunned.

"It's a stormy outside, I'm not close to the city here, and it's the middle of the night, and the mountain road is not easy to drive, for the sake of Lawyer Jian's safety, I suggest you stay for a night." ”

Mu Zhijun's words did not have the slightest tone of discussion, compared to the appearance when he was in the car just now, it seemed that he had completely changed a person.

Jian Yiyun stiffened, nodding or shaking his head.

"Since Lawyer Jian doesn't object, then I'll let you agree, and I'll order someone to arrange it. ”

He rang the bell as he spoke, and soon an old man in a black suit and bow tie with his hair meticulously combed walked in.

As if to confirm Mu Zhijun's words, he deliberately mentioned: "Sir, the lock on the courtyard door was probably broken by lightning and can't be opened, you shouldn't go out tonight." ”

"No, you can prepare a room for Miss Jane, she will stay here at night. ”

"Okay, Miss Jane, please. ”

Jian Yiyun was relieved and quickly walked out after him.

In the elegant and rich study, only the long figure standing by the window remains.

At the moment when the door of the study was about to close, a sudden lightning bolt struck through the window, illuminating the face of the man reflected in the window.

Cold, ruthless.