For a moment, Mu Ye saw disgust in her eyes, just like the moment she raised her eyes to look at him in the Du family's old mansion.

After many years, it is the same as before.

Even though the situation of the two of them at the moment was very different from that time, he still couldn't find a better way than to disappear in front of her eyes as soon as possible.

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In the study, Mu Ye leaned on the chair, his eyes closed, his head raised to face the ceiling, Qingjun's eyebrows were tightly twisted, and the mobile phone placed on the side was on the phone, turning on the speakerphone, and Zhou Chi's voice came in an orderly manner.

The left and right are some work schedules, but because he is in Cloud City, the group secretary's office will adjust it in time according to the actual situation, and Zhou Chi follows Mu Ye, which is naturally directly conveyed to Mu Ye by him.

Originally, it was a routine, but now, it was just some routine arrangements, but he couldn't listen to a word.

What is surging in my mind is always Song Shihuan's eyes full of disgust.

Her face was cold and immature, or delicate and indifferent, the only thing that remained unchanged was the red and misty eyes, and the mockery and ridicule that kept lingering in his ears later.

And Zhou Chi, after the report, did not get a response from Mu Ye for a long time, hesitated for a while, and then raised his voice slightly: "Mr. Mu? ”

However, it was not Mu Ye who answered him, but the expected but unexpected voice: "I'm asleep, I'll talk about something tomorrow, bye." ”

After speaking, the white and slender fingers had already fallen on the phone screen, and he tapped the end call button on the screen.

The phone hangs up, the call interface ends, and the main interface returns.

At a glance, there is nothing but the software that comes with the system, and the cleanliness is outrageous!

But the mobile phone wallpaper is unexpectedly beautiful.

The old walls are covered with roses, flourishing and gorgeous, and at the same time, the falling flowers all over the ground also indicate the end of this flower affair.

Aesthetic ...... With a little bleakness.

Song Shihuan looked at it with deep eyes, the cold white light reflected her fair and transparent skin, the corners of her lips were unconsciously pulled, and she sneered casually and coldly.

Reaching over, he pressed the power button of his mobile phone, and then turned his head to look at Mu Ye quietly.

He rested his elbows on the armrests of the chair, supported his temples with one hand, and his fingertips fell on his brow bone, and his eyebrows twisted unsteadily.

It looks like I'm asleep.

Song Shihuan's eyes fell on his eyebrows, stared at him silently for a long time, and after breathing a sigh of relief, he unfolded the spare quilt that had been turned out of the cabinet in the cloakroom and covered him.

She moved very lightly, even though she knew that Mu Ye was probably just pretending to sleep with her eyes closed.

However, before the quilt in her hand reached him, he had already raised his eyes.

When he looked at her, the corners of his lips were inadvertently raised, and he sneered lightly, and his lazy tone was mixed with a faint mockery: "Miss Song's face changes faster than turning a book!" ”

He was still looking at him with such disgust and hatred in the last second, but now he can take care of everything calmly.

Peaceful, as if nothing had happened.

Song Shihuan's eyebrows were slightly constricted, and there was always a light and gentle smile hanging on the corner of his mouth.

Not denying.

There is no denying it either.

"My dear, everyone else calls this kind of moderation fun." With a long sigh of relief, he continued with heavy eyes.

The quilt was completely covered on him, and his tone was as soft and tactful as ever: "I know how ignorant I used to be, I guess I love the way I look now,"

After speaking, he supported the armrests of the seat on his side with both hands, leaned over, lowered his head and kissed his tightly pursed lips, his voice was warm and elegant, and he reminded kindly: "Don't get cheap and sell well, Mr. Mu!" ”