Mu Ye's intentions were obvious, but because of the tacit agreement that the two had reached, Song Shihuan couldn't say anything.

She didn't refuse, and Aunt Zhou didn't want to give it to Mu Ye, so she turned around and went to the cupboard in the living room to find it and give it to him, and then went downstairs to take care of the business.

After making sure that Aunt Zhou was leaving, Song Shihuan gave him an angry look, and there was some impatient contempt in his voice: "Pretend!" ”

Mu Ye smiled idly, and his elegant voice was full of disapproval: "It's not that you haven't pretended, if I'm not mistaken, I didn't laugh at you like you." ”

Song Shihuan flattened the corners of his mouth, and his eyes were full of unhappiness: "You really didn't laugh at it, but you refused, and you were very indifferent." ”

"That's why I never said you couldn't say no to me."

Song Shihuan: "......" is so angry that his brain hurts!

Mu Ye plugged the plug of the hair dryer into the socket next to the bedside table, pressed the switch, adjusted it, and aimed the wind at her wet hair.

Song Shihuan often boasted that the lotus flower could speak ficklely, but he was ...... three times twice was blocked by Mu Ye to doubt his life.

But Mu Ye's words, every word hit her point!

Originally, it was she who took the initiative to entangle Mu Ye to reach a cooperation, and before that, she even had the idea of retiring because of his non-cooperation, and now he is finally willing to cooperate, is it possible that he can still refuse to die!

Mu Ye is now thoroughly eaten, she doesn't dare to say anything, even if she is reluctant, she can only accept it half-pushing, half-pushing, so unscrupulous!

But apart from enduring, she didn't have any better way to resolve the embarrassment at the moment.

*

Song Shihuan only has one suitcase for all his belongings, and the things he uses daily are all taken from it when he is used, most of them are still in the box, and the clothes he just changed are still in the washing machine, so there is nothing to pack at all.

After blowing her hair, Mu Ye carried her suitcase down, and Song Shihuan followed behind with a coat.

When Zhou Chi saw the two of them coming out, he immediately got out of the car to help, and when he returned to Sinan Mansion, it was almost eleven o'clock.

Before he walked into the bedroom, Song Shihuan smelled a unique smell of wood, which was not a pungent smell, but a little uncomfortable.

Mu Ye carried her suitcase to the cloakroom.

As he said, the bedroom was indeed not cleaned up, the screen for the partition was only half done, some new furniture had been added, and the bed inside had been replaced with a new one.

However, Song Shihuan watched it for a long time, except for the visual gap caused by the staggered screen, which made it impossible for people to see the situation inside clearly at a glance, nothing else could be seen.

And there's only one bed in it.

So......

Was he going to let her share a bed with him?

Frankly speaking, Song Shihuan was a little overwhelmed.

She knew that Mu Ye was not the kind of person who would be arbitrarily manipulated by her, but she never expected that after he reacted, his behavior and thinking logic would be so unbeatable!

The change in attitude was so fast and so big that it was very difficult for her to accept.

Even though Song Shihuan knew from the beginning that when they got along day and night in the future, the two would inevitably have intimate contact, even more intimate than what she could think of at the moment, or what she had already done.

But definitely not now, is it!

That's why I thought of this, even if Song Shihuan wanted to go out.

However, as soon as he turned around, he bumped into Mu Ye who came out of the cloakroom impartially.

I don't know if he really doesn't know or pretends not to know.

The warm palm of the palm was naturally wrapped around her shoulder, straightening her body, and the strong arm stopped her, leading her inside: "Be careful to go under, don't touch your feet." ”