Chapter Eighty-Seven: Where Did She Make Him Angry?

Thousands of stars twinkled outside, and the huge quiet garden was silent and peaceful at the moment.

After standing at the doorway for a long time, he was hesitating whether to push the door in, and after thinking for a while, he put his hand on the handle and the door was pushed openβ€”β€”β€”β€”

The cold eyes met the man's faint and boundless black eyes, and there was a moment of stunnedness.

"Why are you back?"

A cool voice spilled from his thin sexy lips.

When the words fell, Mu Hanchuan only glanced at her lightly, and after only a few seconds, he lowered his eyes again, and continued to stare at the tablet in his hand, his long and thick eyelashes slightly covering the emotions under his eyes.

The overhead light slowly pulled a shadow on the bridge of his erect nose, and his clear face was less rigorous than usual, but a little more approachable and friendly.

Shen Qingzi slowly walked to the side of the bed, tucked the broken hair around her ears, a touch of confusion appeared on her fair and elegant face, and whispered:

"I'd better sleep in the master bedroom......"

Mu Hanchuan: "Isn't it sisterhood, don't you have a belly of whispers to talk about?" Mu Hanchuan didn't raise his head, said slowly, and after a while, he put down the tablet in his hand, pulled the quilt on his body, lay down and turned to the side without looking at her.

Why did this sound so sour, Shen Qingzi opened her mouth, never thinking that people didn't want to see her at all now.....

Okay.....

Shen Qingzi shrugged his shoulders indifferently, walked to the side and poured himself a glass of warm boiled water, raised his head and drank it all before lying down on the side of the bed.

As soon as he lay down, he felt the cold breath of the man next to him permeating him, and with it came a faint alienation and displeasure.

Where did she him off?

Wouldn't it, wouldn't it? Is it because of the late stay for the night?

Impossible, Shen Qingzi thought silently in his heart, how could a big guy like him be angry even about such a sesame seed-sized thing, and there were so many guest rooms in Jingyuan that would not disturb their rest.

Shen Qingzi turned her bright and clear starry eyes, took a deep breath in her heart and glanced at the man who was sleeping deeply, and raised her hand to turn off the lamp on the table.

The darkness spread in the room, and Shen Qingzi approached him as always, but at this moment, the man suddenly turned sideways and faced her, his black eyes as black as ink squinted slightly, and his expression was a little unkind.

Shen Qingzi froze for a moment, thinking that he was asleep, and he didn't want to wake up suddenly.

After thinking about it for a while, I still couldn't think of a reason.

I had to stretch out my hand and pull his nightgown, and said cautiously."

"Are you angry?"

The tall and straight figure of the man in the darkness only moved slightly, and did not answer.

Really angry? Don't even touch it, it's too stingy.

Shen Qingzi pursed her lips, there was a depression in her chest that made her extremely bored, and she suddenly raised her hand and patted the lamp on the table, the moment the lamp was turned on, she said in a sullen voice, "Mu Hanchuan, if you go on like this, I'd rather go to the study." ”

Shen Qingzi looked at the man who was still indifferent, and couldn't help but complain in his heart, sacrificing the last killing move.

Sure enough, as soon as her voice fell, the man next to her suddenly turned over and pressed her under him, his long figure completely enveloped her thin, there was a ripple under the deep and narrow phoenix eyes, his thin lips were pursed into a line, and his voice said to her unhurriedly: "Madame thinks I seem to be in a good mood now?" ”