Chapter Fifty-Eight: My Money Is Yours, Feel Free

The door of the office slowly closed, the huge and spacious office seemed extremely deserted at the moment, Mu Hanchuan lowered his eyes, and the past picture flashed in his mind, and the cold and lonely atmosphere surrounded him, making the whole office look even colder.

After a long time, he slowly raised his head, and his deep and boundless black eyes had long since lost their previous struggles, but were clear and wise, and he picked up the documents on the side and flipped through them again.

The hour hand on the wall passed minute by minute, and it was already half past nine at night when the office door was knocked, and the man at the desk who was reviewing the documents heard the sound of shredding outside the door, and a depression gradually grew between his eyebrows, and he roared without raising his head: "Didn't you say don't let people disturb me?" ”

The voice fell, and the voice outside the door suddenly came down, and the door was pushed open directly after a few seconds.

Mu Hanchuan pulled his tie in annoyance, continued to review the documents in his hand without raising his head, and before anyone could speak, he immediately cut her off: "You'd better give me a perfect reason to appear here at this moment." ”

The man's deep voice was filled with chill and anger at the moment, and his handsome facial features and eyebrows were full of displeasure.

Although he had just learned from Jiang Xiao's mouth that he was in a bad mood, Shen Qingzi was still surprised when he saw life with his own eyes.

She slowly put the takeaway box in her hand on the desk, and a shallow smile appeared on her beautiful face, "What?" Can't even me come? ”

A thin familiar voice fell on his ears, and the man's tall figure was a little stiff, and he raised his eyes to meet the smiling starry eyes.

"Why are you here?"

Mu Hanchuan closed the document in his hand and said in a low voice.

"It's not that I heard that someone is in a bad mood and hasn't eaten much lunch and dinner, this girl is in a good mood, so she reluctantly wants to be a good person and deliver food to you."

Shen Qingzi stood on tiptoe slightly, turned her glass-colored pupils, and just looked at the man in front of her motionlessly, and the smile on the corner of her mouth became brighter and brighter.

"You're delivering food for me?"

Mu Hanchuan's gaze fell on the thermos box she was holding in her hand, and her dark eyes lit up slightly.

"Yes, some people just looked reluctant, like someone robbed him of his money."

Mu Hanchuan's expression froze for a moment, and he glanced lightly at Shen Qingzi, who was pouting and pretending to be angry, and the next second he chuckled, a big hand passed through her thin shoulder, and rested his head lightly on her shoulder, the man's low voice fell from the top of her head, and the words were honest and angry.

"My money is all yours, don't grab it, just brush it."

Shen Qingzi: "........"

Marrying a rich husband is different, she thought to herself.

The man hugged him very tightly, and Shen Qingzi couldn't breathe, so he had to raise his hand and gently push him, and said softly, "You let go of me first, the food is going to be cold." ”

"Don't you know there's a microwave here?"

Mu Hanchuan's eyes fell on the tips of her crimson ears, and she had a little intention of teasing her in her heart, the whole person became closer and closer to her ears, and the warm breath floated around her neck, Shen Qingzi only felt that she was like a cooked shrimp, and the whole person was very hot.

Shen Qingzi: ".........."

She raised her head slightly to look at him, and found that in his black and white eyes, the eyes were as black as ink, and a few faint red lines could be seen in the white around him.