87_87078 You can't be good to Yan Nuan at all h3 >

Yan Nuan finished eating and looked up: "Thank you for your hospitality, Mr. Mu, can I go back?" ”

Mu Zeshen leaned back in his chair, and his slender and powerful fingers tapped the table again and again, making a dull sound.

He didn't answer and asked, "Do you like flowers?" ”

Yan Nuan frowned slightly, sounding the flowers all over the ground in the morning, and a smile bloomed slightly on her face.

The flowers are good, and it is naturally good for someone to send them.

But that's his business.

She replied softly, "Girls love flowers." ”

"Then I'll send you."

Yan Nuan was stunned.

He sent her flowers, there was no mistake.

If it was her to give him Mr. Mu flowers on Father's Day, it would be normal.

He sent her flowers, it was so strange.

On the ground, Yan Nuan chuckled lightly and stared at Mu Zeshen: "Did you also give your daughter flowers before?" ”

The sound of banging on the table stopped abruptly.

How is it possible?

Even Mu Chen, Mu Ke and Mu Qi have never sent anything.

The daughter who was determined to give up at the beginning even missed her invitation several times.

It's impossible to send flowers.

Mu Zeshen's gradually gloomy face met Yan Nuan's eyes, Yan Nuan's eyes were slightly dark, and the corners of his lips flashed with strange arcs: "Or, have you sent something else?" ”

It's been more than two months, and she still doesn't understand why Mu Zeshen is so tough and domineering because of one of her names, which is the same as Yan Nuan.

Not to mention that Yan Nuan is dead, she gave up.

Even if Yan Nuan was still alive now, would he take a look at it.

The feelings derived from guilt are hypocritical and ethereal, cheap like garbage discarded by others.

She's not uncommon.

However, if it is because of Yan Nuan's death, he will be heartbroken because of guilt, and she will spare no effort to step on his sore spots.

I couldn't leave a trace in his heart before.

It seems to be interesting now.

Sure enough, Mu Zeshen still didn't answer, faintly exuding a cold aura all over his body, and looked at Yan Nuan silently.

Yan Nuan continued: "If you treat me as your second daughter, then, please treat her before, and treat me now, if you are a flower, as you can see, I have collected enough today." ”

Mu Zeshen suddenly pulled out the tissue paper on the table, stretched out his hand, ignored Yan Nuan's stunned gaze, and gently wiped the corners of her mouth: "Sauce." ”

The tone is soft, and the movements are so gentle that they don't look like people who have fought on the battlefield, but like a dutiful and qualified waiter, and the strength is very appropriate.

Yan Nuan finally recovered from Mu Zeshen's petrified behavior, turned his head, and escaped from Mu Zeshen's broad and thick hands.

The hands, the joints are toned and powerful, the fingers are slender, and the palms have a slight callus, which is left by the previous years of gripping, and the nails are neatly trimmed, as if exuding a scorching heat.

As soon as she approached slightly, she couldn't help but tremble.

Yan Nuan bit her lip: "You can't be so good to Yan Nuan at all." ”

She didn't know why she would suddenly say something like that.

It seems that she is still Mu Yannuan, sitting in front of the person she is obsessed with, and complaining aggrievedly.

If you had been kind to me earlier.

A qiē simply won't be what it is now