Mu Jun only glanced at the little face lightly, and almost precipitated in the intoxication of the dimples.

And He Yiran knew in his heart that Mu Jun's gaze on people had never been mixed with coldness, just as cold as centuries ago.

When He Yiran thought that Mu Jun would not answer again, the sound of the paparazzi clicking was particularly harsh in the quiet atmosphere.

The paparazzi run very efficiently, so He Yiran once deeply doubted whether the paparazzi's major was a sports school.

Just a second later, there was silence as if nothing had happened, but Mu Jun's expression was always so cold, which made He Yiran have an illusion - the paparazzi didn't come, but unfortunately he could only lament at this time.

When He Yiran didn't have any paparazzi residue left in front of him, he had to scold softly: "Alas, damn it!" ”

Mu Jun's gaze never left He Yiran's cheeks, and sometimes, Mu Jun really wondered, He Yiran was indifferent to the news about them all day long in the office, why did he still want to wait for him to refute the rumors?

"How's it going, huh?"

"Uh, what?"

"About the accommodation, huh?"

It is pure nonsense to let He Yiran accompany Mu Jun every day.

Although He Yiran fantasized about the other half of Mu Jun when he was young and ignorant, in the morning, seeing the scene where Mu Jun was a little tricky, He Yiran felt that his god was dead.

Three years ago, when He Yiran first entered the Emperor's Entertainment, he fantasized about whether the future other half would be the same as Mu Jun.

If you take out such a gentleman, you can show off your appearance, and the banknotes can satisfy the feeling of superiority, although not much.

Alas, what kind of girl who is so beautiful, rich and fanned has never had illusions?

But He Yiran's psychological endurance score is so low that it can't be done, when I used to read novels, I thought, the more others ignore you, the more upside down the girl doesn't deserve to find guilt, now think about He Yiran feels that she should be that kind of girl.

"I'll move out with you, but can I ask some questions?"

"Yes, say!"

The tone of just one word is the most terrifying, although there is no sense of command.

At this moment, He Yiran was bored, what question should he ask?

At this time, He Yiran urgently needed scientific thinking, combined with the content of liberal arts, and carefully sorted out: (1) Lovely president, how big is the suite you bought?

As soon as the question was put into his mind, He Yiran shot it, what if the president thought he was despising his full bank card?

And asking this question can give the impression of self-inflicted affection, and how big the suite you buy is almost the same as how big the bed is.

Alas!

Difficult!

Difficult!

Difficult!

At this moment, thinking about Lu You's ex-wife's cultural level, it is really in line with reality.

(2) Dear president, how much RMB did you spend?

Shoot, absolutely shoot!

In case Mr. Mu gets all the aunts of the neighborhood committee by virtue of his appearance and obtains the qualification for free accommodation, if he is not careful to lower his beauty, it will be a big mistake, and it will be harmful to the future.

Even He Yiran's cerebral cortex is mentally retarded, it is unlikely that he will fall under Mu Jun's charm.

(3) Beautiful president, the color style does not match my drop habits?

Anyway, He Yiran didn't seriously consider what questions to ask, and judging by Mu Jun's expression, it shouldn't be possible to tolerate her tirade of 100,000 whys, so he had to choose a better question that could show his personality charm and career prospects.

But He Yiran sweated deeply for her question, if she asked such a question, she would be alone in the crematorium for the rest of her life.

(4) Graceful president, I am a maid?

Nonsense, or be a psychiatrist or a secretary?

Suddenly, He Yiran realized that Mu Jun didn't bring any nannies, housekeepers and bodyguards, and his heart suddenly tightened, oh, my God, you can't really be a maid, right?

If this is the case, then it would be a pity that He Yiran didn't show how he cried with a poignant voice as a singer and became grief-stricken.

"That, the president who is cute and dear and beautiful and beautiful......"

Taking a deep breath, it is estimated that He Yiran has exhausted his life's experience and fate, "Do you think I look good in a pink sweater and a long berry red coat?" ”

Before the words fell, He Yiran felt that he seemed to have said the wrong thing, forget it, who doesn't make some mistakes in life, otherwise what's so fun about a perfect life?

Mu Jun studied He Yiran up and down carefully, his long black hair was naturally straight, there was no makeup on his delicate face, his eyelashes were not very long, but they were very charming, and the curved arc seemed to outline the most beautiful lines in his heart.

Indeed, as long as the face is beautiful, any clothes look good, even if the garbage bag is put on it, you can't see the color of depression.

Moreover, the faint smell of orange made Mu Jun a little confused, and when he was working in the office, the expensive perfumes of those secretary ladies made Mu Jun a little tired.

Not to mention that He Yiran can't afford perfume, but under Tao Yu's blend, orange flavor mixed with perfume can indeed add to the charm of a woman's life.

^_^