Due to the distribution of Emperor International's own gossip magazines, several large and small news books of He Yiran were bought out by his own company, and the relationship between the president and He Yiran was finally broken out by his own gossip magazine.

When He Yiran received a text message from the president's order, he hesitated for a long time before deciding to answer the president according to the content of the text message.

Originally, He Yiran thought that the lovely president came out of his busy work just to check He Yiran's quality as a star, but he didn't expect to walk on the road well, and when he saw the Ferrari moored in the flowers and plants, he felt red in front of him.

It seems that something is sprinkled on his face, and with the effect of He Yiran's many years of watching Tao Yu planting flowers, he immediately judged that what was smashed on his face was called a rose.

"Wow, what's going on?"

The slender jade hand grabbed the flower on his face, and when he was about to throw it away, the corner of his eye touched the person next to the Ferrari, and he didn't dare to slack off, and the corner of He Yiran's lips immediately bloomed with a stiff but not lacking in beauty, "Mr. Mu, you, don't come unharmed?" ”

Mu Jun didn't say much, and directly warned He Yiran with his eyes to treat Rose well.

The air slowly solidified, and finally He Yiran moved his lips slightly, wanting to say something to relieve his feelings, but he was disturbed by Mu Jun's thoughts: "Hand! ”

Uh, huh?

The white fingers have already arranged the bouquet of roses in the sinking, and placed them neatly, the delicate stamens are obediently leaning in the crook of the arm, and Wen Xiang, who is a few meters away, walked the dog back and saw that scene, how to see how He Yiran looks like a girl in love is in love.

Seeing that He Yiran didn't react, Mu Jun didn't speak.

Some people, born without saying much, as long as they have a cold breath, can ignore anything, uh, hands?

Clear eyes look at the hand that he is holding the rose, and the other empty hand, which hand he wants to cut.

Seeing that He Yiran still didn't react, Mu Jun directly held the ethereal hand, and the feeling like an electric shock spread all over He Yiran's body, and he didn't pay attention to the sound of the paparazzi's shutter clicking.

Mu Jun only lightly covered He Xiaomei's hand, and when her palm touched the silky skin, she suddenly felt an unknown feeling, and the two of them were stunned at the same time.

After a while, Mu Jun brought out a small box from behind, which looked like a suitcase.

At this moment, He Yiran felt that he was really self-inflicted, and his heart had missed a few beats before he could breathe, it turned out that Mu Jun was implicitly prompting him to carry a suitcase, alas, I thought it was ...... Uh, no...... What are you doing with a suitcase for a small meeting in an apartment?

How can the reporter spread that cohabitation is really real?

Suddenly, He Yiran felt that he should ask a question, and the teacher said that a good child should not follow the rules, and must have the spirit of asking questions to make progress every day, otherwise he will not be able to become everyone's, "That, boss......"

Suddenly caught a glimpse of Mu Jun's cold eyes, He Yiran suddenly realized that he shouldn't be called old, but called "Xiao Zong"

It doesn't seem appropriate.

"So, I'll live in your house."

"Uh, what?"

What god thoughts, because they haven't said yet, where did they come from?

After a while, He Yiran felt that he should refute and make decisions for the people, "Well, I live with a few people." It happens to be one person in one room, and it may not be able to accommodate your majestic body, so ......"

Mu Jun directly refused He Yiran's right to speak, and directly hooked He Yiran's chin, with a warm breath in his cold tone: "Okay, Sherlock Holmes, let's analyze, your one-meter-six torso is less than the big bed in your room, our two bosses make peace with our subordinates, anyway, you won't suffer a loss if I accompany you, right?" ”

After a few words, He Yiran only had the sentence in his mind: "Your one-meter-six torso occupies less than the big bed in your room"

, Mu Jun, how did he make the bed in He Yiran's room, how big is it?

But He Yiran didn't ask very temperamentally, but he did gossip to death in his heart.

"No, I've bought the kit next door to you, either they move out or we'll move in."

"Then why do you have to let me be with you, because I'm beautiful?"

Although He Yiran didn't understand Mu Jun's approach, he especially needed to use narcissism to ease the atmosphere in a depressing space.

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