Zhang Zhitao felt something strange and turned to look at Mu Ziyang gently.

At the moment when she turned around, Mu Ziyang immediately adjusted her emotions and facial expression.

Therefore, when Zhang Zhitao turned around and saw Mu Ziyang, he was still the usual handsome and sunny big boy.

His smile was so sunny and so clean, his eyes were so clear, and the smile spread to the end of his eyebrows.

Looking at it, Zhang Zhitao's heart suddenly beat heavily, and she blushed embarrassedly.

Zhang Zhitao lowered his head slightly in a panic, trying to hide his involuntary heart, so he said apologetically: "I'm really sorry just now, I disturbed your interest in drinking tea, I'll help you make another cup." ”

Zhang Zhitao said, really ignoring the hand that was burned just now, and still going to get the kettle and teacup.

Seeing this, Mu Ziyang's eyes flashed with worry, and he wanted to step forward to stop him, but Uncle Wang was one step ahead of him: "Xiao Tao, let me come." ”

Uncle Wang snatched the kettle and teacup from the table in front of Zhang Zhitao, smiled apologetically at Mu Ziyang, and said, "Boss Mu, you sit down first, I'll be here right away." ”

Mu Ziyang saw that Wang Yi was overly worried about taking care of Zhang Zhitao, a layer of doubt in his heart went straight away, and the look in his eyes became dark, and he stretched out his hand to stop him: "No need, I still have something, I'll come back when I have time." ”

"Then ......" Wang Yi knew that Mu Ziyang was more or less angry and a little timid.

Mu Ziyang didn't give Uncle Wang a chance to speak at all, so he said to Zhang Zhitao next to him: "If your hand is injured, take a good rest." ”

Zhang Zhitao became even more uncomfortable when she heard him say this, although his concern was very plain, it still made the ripples in her heart deeper and deeper: "It's all my fault that I'm not good, so you didn't even drink tea." ”

"When you say that, I think I made you burn indirectly." Mu Ziyang smiled like a spring breeze, then turned around and walked out of the office.

Zhang Zhitao stared at the back of Qingjun, who had long disappeared at the door, and did not come back to his senses for a long time.

A man like Mu Ziyang, Zhang Zhitao can hardly find his shortcomings, it is too easy to make people's hearts move.

It's a pity that Zhang Zhitao only dares to think about this kind of thought in his heart, because with her identity and status, she is not at all tempted by a man as perfect as Mu Ziyang.

Moreover, Mu Ziyang was good to her, and he also said that it was entirely because her current situation was very similar to what he was back then, but it was just that she was uneven and pulled out a knife to help, so she couldn't think about it more.