The signing place is in France, and the whole trip is arranged for about three days, accompanied by Han Xiu, there is another group of high-level delegations.

Because it wasn't the same flight, Mu didn't meet anyone else in the company.

She sat in first class, looking out the window at the clouds drifting, and felt that her mind was a little spinning.

She also couldn't figure it out, she was just a little translator, and she didn't seem to be needed for signing a contract......

What's more, she left in such a hurry that she didn't even know if Xiao Si knew that she was going to leave for three days.

During this time, she and Xiao Si have been sticking together, and she is afraid that if she leaves suddenly, Xiao Si will be emotionally unstable.

"Mr. Song, Xiao Si is there......" Mu Wanwan wanted to speak and stopped.

"Don't worry, Uncle Li will arrange it very well, and I have already communicated with Xiao Si before leaving." Song Bingjue spoke.

Thinking that Xiao Si had a tablet specially used to communicate with Song Bingjue, Mu Wannight was silent.

The flight to France took more than ten hours, and in the middle of the flight, Mu was sleepy and fell asleep.

On one side, Song Bingjue saw this and asked the stewardess to bring a blanket and cover her body.

In a few moments, she fell all over him.

Song Bingjue's face did not change, he caught it steadily, and by the way, he put away the partition in the middle of the seat, and let her snuggle comfortably in the crook of his arm.

Han Xiu, who was across the aisle, saw this, and only felt that his eyes were extremely spicy.

Well-dressed beasts.

He looked at the calm and comfortable appearance of his president, and spit out these four words in his heart.

……

The man's body always has a comfortable smell, Mu Wan'an slept deeply, breathed a long time, and leaned closer to Song Bingjue's arms.

Her face was pressed against his shirt, and her warm cheeks were still soft through the fabric.

Song Bingjue's eyes were soft, and he couldn't help pinching her face, his fingertips slowly brushed over her cheeks, and he paused on the red lips.

Xu felt itchy, Mu Wan'an pursed his lips, and the tip of his tongue rubbed the tip of his tongue.

At that moment, the man's hand trembled, and the light in his eyes became deeper and deeper.

The fingertips were moist, as if there were still traces of what she had just touched, Song Bingjue's heart rose and fell with the plane, and he didn't know how long it took before he slowly calmed down.

Seeing that the woman was still unconscious, she was helpless, so she immediately pinched her little hand, closed her eyes, and fell asleep.

……

This night, I slept too peacefully.

By the time Mu wakes up goodnight, three hours have passed.

Her cheeks were red from sleep, and when she opened her eyes, a glimmer of spring appeared, looking forward to the glass.

When I opened my eyes, I was greeted by a black dark button.

Further up, is the quiet sleeping face of the man.

The grim face was very close to her, the tips of the noses of the two people were close to each other, and the plane was bumpy, and they would even rub together affectionately.

Mu Wan'an's brain was a little sluggish when he just woke up, and when he woke up, he realized that he had slept in the man's arms, and his face was suddenly hot.

She was just about to carefully withdraw from his arms, and she didn't know if she was disturbed by her movements, the man with closed eyes frowned, and then pressed her against his chest again with indescribable domineering.

Mu Wan'an held back his exclamation, biting his lip, wanting to wake him up, but in the next second, he saw the man's confused whisper-

"Don't move."

He opened his lips, his voice magnetic from sleepiness, hoarseness.

Mu Wan's eardrum was hot, but he was sleeping too deeply, and he didn't know who she was, just about to remind him, he rubbed his head in her direction even more aggressively, and then kissed her earlobe in a very doting tone, and said, "Good, sleep." ”

He coaxed her gently, as if she were making trouble.

Mu Wan'an was embarrassed.

At that moment, the wetness on her earlobes rolled up stormy waves in her body.

She didn't even dare to move, for fear that Song Bingjue would do something more decent, and she couldn't blush herself.

"Song Bingjue." She stiffened for a moment, whispering in his ear.

Her voice was low, soft, like a kitten.

Song Bingjue was silent, still immersed in her dream, but as soon as she was ready to leave, she would be pulled back.

After going back and forth a few times, Mu Wannight also accepted his fate, and a few times even suspected that the man was pretending to be asleep, but then he thought that Song Bingjue pretending to sleep didn't seem to be good for him, so he could only give up and lie quietly in his arms.

Not very accustomed to being so close to the opposite sex, she stiffened for a long time, and later, I don't know if her nerves were too tight, she couldn't help but relax, this relaxation, the whole person calmed down.

It's just that the palm that is holding with the man is already sweating, and I don't know if it's his or hers.

It wasn't until dinner time that Mu Wannight had to wake up the man completely.

She shook gently, and the man finally woke up this time, his dark eyes were stunned, and a trace of stunning streamer overflowed, and Mu Wan's peace of mind was a little messy.

"Mr. Song."

may have just woken up, and the man didn't let go of her at the first time, so Mu Wan'an had to blush and remind her.

"Huh?" A deep voice sounded, and Song Bingjue let out a trace of confusion.

His voice was lingering, too sultry.

Mu Wan'an could only pretend to be calm, his breath was short, and then he relaxed, and said in a low voice: "Mr. Song, it's time to eat, you ...... It's time to let me go. ”

Hearing this, he was stunned for ten seconds before Song Bingjue reacted and let her go.

Mu Wan'an breathed a sigh of relief and sat back in his original place, just-

"Mr. Song?"

Her hand broke free from his, only to find that the man was still holding her.

She was anxious in her heart, and she only felt that the actions of the two people had crossed the line, and even ......

Her heart was a little messed up, too.

"I had a nightmare, I ...... A little scared. ”

The man's eyes were sincere, and he didn't blush for his words, he was usually very decent in his life, and Mu Wan'an didn't know if he was telling the truth or a lie for a while, and he pouted his lips, and he didn't know how to respond.

"Xiao Si said, when he doesn't sleep well, you will hold him and coax him, I have a nightmare, just hold your hand, shouldn't it be too much?"

The man was already awake, and as he spoke, he squeezed her little hand, only to feel soft and soft.

Mu Goodnight was speechless.

Xiao Si is Xiao Si, he is him, can this be the same?

However, she couldn't say such words, and the man seemed to be telling the truth, so she didn't know how to refuse.

For a second, she even realized that perhaps, she was not just Xiao Si's nanny, but also Song Bingjue's.

Song Bingjue may have the attribute of a giant baby, but he may not know.

Mu Wanwan thought embarrassedly.

……

Fortunately, it didn't take long for the man to finally let go of her hand after the meal.

Mu Wan'an breathed a sigh of relief, and ate by himself, not finding the smile hidden in the man's dark eyes......

……

The voyage, which lasted more than ten hours, finally came to an end.

By the time they reached their destination, it was already night in France.

After getting off the plane, they went straight to the hotel that had been booked a long time ago.

Her room was next door to Song Bingjue, and Mu Wannight had no opinion on such an arrangement, but when they went back to their rooms, she couldn't hold back and asked, "Mr. Song, is there anything I can do on this trip?" ”

She didn't even know what she was going to do.

"You don't need to do anything." The man spoke, then thought for a while, and said, "After the contract is successfully signed, there will be a banquet, and I need a female companion." ”

It was not the first time that Mu Wan'an had been Song Bingjue's female companion, and when he heard this, he had to nod his head and agree.

After finishing speaking, she was about to go back to her room, but Song Bingjue suddenly stopped her.

"Late?"

Mu Wan'an stopped, turned his head, and looked at him in confusion: "Is there anything else?" ”

"Do as the locals do." The man approached, and then without waiting for her to reflect, he leaned over, and in her slight daze, his lips kissed her on the cheek, and said in a low voice: "France is the capital of romance, evening, good night......"

His voice was lingering, as if something was beating.

Mu Wannight only felt that the man's lips were slightly cool, and there was a different kind of heat hidden in the night.

Even, even his simple good night made her feel more tempting than that "Wanwan".

Not again......

She took a deep breath before she could barely suppress the restlessness in her heart.

By now, she has learned that Song Bingjue, a man, is not as cold as rumored outside, but exudes charm all the time for close relatives.

It is not an exaggeration to say that it is a walking hormone, and it is sultry almost every second.

She hasn't narcissized yet, Song Bingjue is deliberately flirting with him, but such a person is even more unbearable to be invisible.

Her heart was hot, but she could only act as if nothing was happening on her face, and even endured the action of wanting to wipe her cheeks.

Since the other party said that she was following the local customs, she would only have a feeling that there were no three hundred taels of silver here.

"That'...... Bingjue. She took a step back, forced the heat on her face, and said calmly, "Good night." ”

After speaking, without waiting for Song Bingjue to respond, she turned around quickly, her steps were fast, and the door was opened with a "snap", and the whole person squeezed into the room and was about to close.

It's as if there is a flood beast behind him.

It's just that at the moment when the door was closed, as if she felt that her reflection was a little too much, she closed the door for a moment, and then added: "I wish you a good dream." ”

With that, the door slammed shut.

So hurried, so chaotic.

Behind him, Song Bingjue looked at her back, and a little smile stained his eyes.

He stood at the door for more than a minute before returning to his room.

……

This night, the night was exceptionally beautiful.

The itinerary in France was not in a hurry, and the next day, Mu Wannight packed up, made an appointment with Song Bingjue to meet him in the restaurant, and went downstairs.

As soon as I entered the restaurant, I met the inspection team sent by the company.

There is communication and cooperation between departments, and Mu Goodnight people don't recognize everything, but they have some impressions.

Seeing Mu Goodnight appear here, everyone was surprised, but they didn't ask much about the relationship between her and Song Bingjue.