Chapter 82: My Own Home, What Door Is Knocking? (4)
Mu Hanshen's hands tightened unconsciously, and the corners of his mouth hooked a mocking sneer.
It seems that it is not only ordinary garbage, but also a piece of garbage that is eating in a bowl and staring at the pot.
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After Bo Huan took a shower, he looked at his neck in the mirror, and his brows suddenly furrowed.
Is Mu Hanshen a dog? Just bite casually.
She'll be on the crew tomorrow, and she doesn't know if the foundation can be covered.
"Bastard."
Bo Huan muttered quietly, he did it on purpose.
It's just that as soon as Bo Huan's words fell, the bathroom door suddenly opened, and the man's big and slender body suddenly appeared in front of him, and a black shadow came without warning.
Bo Huan was startled, subconsciously grabbed the nightgown, and his face turned pale: "Mu Hanshen, why didn't you knock when you came in?" ”
Mu Hanshen leaned on the door frame, took off his suit and wore only a white shirt, his tie hung loosely around his neck, and his hair was a little messy.
The man held his hands in front of him, and his deep black eyes fell lazily on Bo Huan's face, domineering but not cold, and even a little tenderness in it.
"My own house, what are you knocking on?"
Mu Han spoke in a deep voice, raised his feet and walked in directly.
Bo Huan took two steps back, his eyes widened, and he almost clapped his hands.
This face is definitely sewn with ten layers of cowhide.
Seeing Bo Huan hiding back, Mu Hanshen was a little displeased, and with a big hand, he directly grabbed her in front of him, staring at her condescendingly: "What are you hiding?" ”
"Mr. Mu-" Bo Huan frowned slightly, "Don't you think it's rude to enter a room without knocking?" ”
"I think politeness is fine." Mu Han finished speaking expressionlessly, leaning down slightly.
There is no smell of that garbage.
Mu Han's gloomy mood was half better, "Don't meet Lu Mubai again in the future, and don't let other men touch you." ”
Bo Huan frowned.
Lu Mubai just forget it, but she is an actress, how can she not let others touch it?
"Mu Hanshen—"
Mu Hanshen gently held Bo Huan's hand and pulled her out: "I'll blow your hair." ”
Blow your hair?
They're talking about knocking on the door and touching people, okay?
Bo Huan was pulled to the sofa by Mu Hanshen and sat down, the man came over with a hair dryer, knelt behind her on one leg, picked up her hair gently, and blew it seriously one by one.
Bo Huan was dumbfounded, wasn't he still angry today that he went to see Lu Mubai?
Now you take the initiative to blow your hair?
She really suspected that his brain structure was different from that of ordinary people.
"Mr. Mu, we should have a good talk." Bo Huan pursed his lips and spoke softly.
The hair dryer is muted, and Bo Huan's voice is clear and audible.
"What do you want to talk about?" Mu Han lowered his head, his gaze fell on her face, and then shifted to the black and white eyes, and his voice was unconsciously gentle.
Bo Huan, poisonous, attracted him to keep getting closer.
"Freedom." Bo Huan frowned slightly, "What I promised you will be done, but should you also fulfill what you promised me?" ”
said that she would not interfere with her work and freedom, but now it is not at all.
"It's also your job to see Lu Mubai?" Mu Hanshen's voice was a little colder.
"My job is not only to enter the entertainment industry, but also to get revenge on them."
"If you want to take revenge, you can do it." Mu Hanshen threw the hair dryer aside, raised Bo Huan's chin with his fingertips, and was imposing: "Please, I'll help you kill them." ”
Bo Huan was frightened by his words, and frowned: "Now is a society under the rule of law!" ”
Mu Hanshen hooked her lips, brushed the broken hair that covered her eyes behind her ears, and lowered her head: "There are many ways, do you want to hear it?" ”
Staring at Bo Huan's face, Mu Hanshen's throat couldn't help but move a little.
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Four chapters. See you in the early morning, ask for tickets~