Chapter Forty-Eight: One Thing Descends One Thing
"Are you going to pick me up?" Shen Qingzi hesitated for a long time, but still expressed the doubts in his heart.
"Hmm." Mu Hanchuan replied simply, while opening the WeChat in his mobile phone, a deep voice sounded again after a long time, "I'll be here in half an hour." ”
Then he hung up the phone in his hand, picked up the car keys on the table and walked towards the elevator on the top floor.
Shen Qingzi held the mobile phone and took a long breath, remembering the conversation with Mu Hanchuan just now, and couldn't help but complain in his heart, why did his brain suddenly get stuck in front of him just now.
sighed deeply, and turned her gaze to Tang Wan, who was looking at her with a gossip on her face, and the corners of her eyes twitched a little.
"Wanwan, what's wrong with you?"
Tang Wan put down the coffee in her hand, stared at her with interest and shook her head from time to time, and only after a long time did she quip, "Young Master Mu is really charming, I can actually make your famous little pepper become so obedient, I am a little unaccustomed to it, no wonder people often say that the power of love is really great." ”
Tang Wan looked at her with a smile, and her voice floated out from between her raised lips.
Shen Qingzi was choked by her words, and the tips of her white ears were gradually dyed with a thin layer of crimson, making her look a little more feminine.
"Well, even you're starting to make fun of me." Shen Qingzi pretended to be angry, his eyes were indeed clean and clear, and he looked half angry.
"It's probably one thing down one thing." Tang Wan looked at her quietly for a while, and said with heartfelt emotion.
The two exchanged pleasantries like this for more than ten minutes, and it didn't take long for the sound of brakes outside the house to interrupt their thoughts.
Tang Wan looked at her for a long time, and said slowly:
"It should be your Mr. Mu here, let's go, we should go home too."
The voice fell, and he took the lead in walking towards the door, and Shen Qingzi, who was behind him, picked up the mobile phone on the table and quickly followed.
As if by feeling, the figure standing in the black Bentley body also looked in her direction, and his gaze passed through the moonlight and the crowd, as if contaminated with the slightest coolness of a rainy summer night, cold and distant.
A black Bentley was parked under the streetlight, and the streamlined body shone seductively in the moonlight, and the rain slowly flowed down the body and disappeared into the ground.
The man in a dark suit leaned against the car door, his slender fingers holding a black umbrella, his head hanging slightly, his appearance was vague and blurry through the wet rain and fog.
He seemed to sense that someone was watching him.
He looked up suddenly.
After seeing the man's appearance clearly, Shen Qingzi's breath stagnated.
The man's expression was indifferent and detached, and there was an extremely strong sense of coldness around him.
But his facial features are delicately like carvings, with well-defined contours, a high nose bridge, and his forehead hair hanging down naturally, half-covering the dark eyebrows, but he can still clearly capture the peach blossom eyes with a gentle color.
Time seems to freeze at this moment.
Soon, though.
The man withdrew his gaze and came to her with an umbrella through the heavy rainy night.
"Hello, Mu Hanchuan." The man glanced at Tang Wan on the side, nodded at her and said hello.
"Hello, I'm Tang Wan." Tang Wan retracted the appearance of the hippie smile in the past, and replied seriously.
After the two glanced at each other, Mu Hanchuan once again landed on Shen Qingzi beside him, and his deep and sexy voice sounded low in the silent night:
"Ma'am, let's go home."
When the words fell, the tail of his eyes was raised, and there seemed to be a smile in his eyes, which was very seductive.