Lit it and took a puff.

casually spit out white smoke, looked at Mu Ye's displeased frowning, and couldn't help but laugh deeply: "Doesn't Mr. Mu also smoke?" It's not like 50 steps and 100 steps, right? ”

Song Shihuan worked hard to get close to him, whether he smoked or not, she naturally knew everything about it.

To put it bluntly, Mu Ye is not disgusted with the act of smoking, but despises the frivolity in her gestures.

However, Song Shihuan didn't care about this.

Smoke rises and lingers in front of you.

She held the cigarette between her delicate fingers, dragged her chin with one hand, propped her elbows on her knees, her eyes narrowed slightly, and she looked at him with an interesting smile.

I don't know if it's because of a thin layer of smoke, at this moment, he seems to be wearing a layer of unreal filters around him, as if the person who has been wantonly making things difficult for her all this time is not the same person in front of him.

However, when Song Shihuan realized that such a dangerous and unrealistic idea had bred in his mind, he immediately strangled it cleanly.

Mu Ye didn't bother to take care of her.

Song Shihuan didn't mind, and took another sip before he spoke openly and fairly, and his tone was rare and relieved: "Obviously, the reason why I am looking for you is that I want to only talk about business, not feelings!" ”

His eyebrows drooped slightly, avoiding his gaze, and then leaned over and pulled the ashtray placed at the other end of the coffee table in front of him, dusted off the ashes, and then added: "So! Mr. Mu, you are undoubtedly the most suitable, and I have no choice. ”

It's the truth.

It's also the only truth!

It's natural to play tricks and play with feelings, but it's not necessary.

It's tiring after all.

It was only after she finished speaking, and Mu Ye's contemptuous and disapproving sneer immediately came to her ears.

walked over, sat down opposite her, leaned lazily on the sofa, and sneered mercilessly: "You naturally have no choice, but for me, finding a woman who can satisfy me and at the same time can block my old man's mouth, Huaguo abounds." ”

However, before he finished speaking, Song Shihuan went back without any hesitation: "But my half-sister Song Anning is already a second famous lady in the whole of China, demure and gentle, sensitive and dignified, and most importantly, her character is just like her mother, she knows interests, knows current affairs, knows how to advance and retreat, knows what is appropriate, and never takes what she wants." ”

"With such a temperament, he is undoubtedly the perfect candidate to marry back to serve as a façade!" As he spoke, he frowned and looked at Mu Ye, and his contemptuous tone was mixed with a little meaningful mockery: "But even so, Mr. Mu doesn't seem to be as interested as he said?" ”

However, he didn't have the ability to completely tear his face with their old man.

So......

Song Shihuan had no choice but to reluctantly help him!

Blame the poor too!

Mu Ye's eyebrows and eyes drooped slightly, his sexy thin lips pursed into a cold line, leaning on the sofa, his elbows resting on the armrests of the sofa idly, and his calloused thumb twisted the index finger intentionally or unintentionally.

Silent, not answering, not refuting anything.

Obviously, this is a sign that people are talking about the heart.

Song Shihuan saw it in his eyes and did not expose it.

As for Mu Ye, it is true that, as Song Shihuan said, if Song Anning can't satisfy him, then he really has no choice.

And in this matter, from the very beginning, Song Shihuan occupied a favorable active position, and he had already run out of room for backhanding.