His eyes were slightly condensed, and when he could no longer see the pair of figures, he suddenly lowered his eyes, hiding the fleeting loneliness under his eyes, turned his gaze to the notebook on his lap, looked at the homework that was halfway written, and turned off the computer in a somewhat annoyed mood.

A middle-aged man dressed in a suit respectfully opened the rear door and handed over the dessert he had bought.

"Master, the dessert you wanted."

The butler carefully unpacked it for him, handed the cake over, and handed it a fork.

The boy took it indifferently, but looking at the delicious dessert, his mind vaguely appeared with the touching smile of the boy holding the toy, and suddenly lost his appetite.

"I won't eat it." He pushed the dessert aside and said coldly, "Let's drive." ”

Qiao Bo gave him a stunned look, then put away the cake and threw it into the glove box on the side of the street, and got into the car.

The car was gone.

Night.

Musse, President's Office.

The sight is the graceful and luxurious décor, elegant and elegant, full of luxury.

The man stood by the window, his toned figure was tall and slender, and he was one meter eight or nine tall, and his momentum was compelling.

He looked at the bustling night scene of the city with an expressionless face, his eyebrows slightly condensed, and his eyes were deep.

Mu Wanrou slowly opened the door of the president's room, and saw a figure standing quietly in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, and the corners of her lips couldn't help but draw a soft arc.

This man holds the supreme power of life and death of the Mu family in his hands, he is the young director of the Mu chaebol, the CEO of the Mu empire, and the eldest young master of the Mu family, Mu Yazhe, and at the same time, her fiancé.

Although they have not yet held a wedding, she is already a legitimate young grandmother of the Mu family, and this wedding in the future is bound to be grand and luxurious, causing a sensation in the century.

However, such a man is undoubtedly a man of the year among the aristocracy, how many famous daughters flock to him, when he thinks of the ambiguous scandal about Mu Yazhe and a certain diva in today's newspaper headlines, Mu Wanrou's heart is crazy with jealousy!

In the eyes of outsiders, she is the future young lady of the Mu family, and who knows, she and Mu Yazhe have the status of husband and wife, but they are not husband and wife.

This man was extremely cold to her.

This embarrassed her immensely.

Mu Wanrou gently placed the bag on the sofa, walked lightly to his back, her arms gently wrapped around his sturdy body, and her face slowly pressed against his wide and powerful back.

"Philosophical ......"

Mu Yazhe's eyes regained focus, and he turned his face sideways quietly, under the cold light, his contours were deep, and his facial features were as delicate as if they were magical. The heroic eyebrows, the arrogant jaw, the sharp edges and corners, especially the deep and charming Danfeng eyes and obsidian-like pupils, are breathtaking.

This is a handsome and mature man, his handsomeness is not just the appearance, although the cold face looks very young, but the imperial temperament exuded in his bones, arrogant and sharp, natural.

With a gesture, he is magnificent, and he is like an ancient emperor and overlord, who can dominate everything with a wave of his hand.

This kind of spirit, at a glance, you can tell that he is a man who has experienced a lot of bloody wind and rain for a long time, and has a cold nature.

"Grandpa asked me to ask you, will you go back to Mu's house tomorrow night?"

The man's sword eyebrows were flirtatious, and his lips overflowed with an indifferent voice. "No return."

Seeing his indifferent expression, the woman glanced at the mountains of cases on his desk, and asked in a low voice, "Zhe, am I disturbing you?" ”