The assistant was very productive, and he sat in his office for more than an hour, watching the hour hand point to half past ten in the evening, when the phone rang, followed by a new document that appeared in his mailbox.

Luo Xiangyu chatted with his assistant for a while and then hung up the phone, clicked on the document and looked at the description of the street with a long history but a little dilapidated, and Mu Shaohan lived there at this moment.

After staring at Mu Shaohan's address for two or three seconds, as if he had seen something that he shouldn't see and would make him sick to his stomach, he directly moved the mouse and pressed the small 'close' button in the upper right corner, but in the end he still didn't delete it, only silently let the seemingly incompatible file exist in his mailbox.

The mailbox was turned off, but his heart seemed to be turned off, feeling that something was faintly missing, he frowned and thought about it for a long time, but couldn't think of anything, and finally just felt more irritated for no reason, and stretched out his hand to knead his eyebrows.

Luo Xiangyu felt that he needed something to stabilize his slightly depressed mood at the moment, he knew very well who brought him this mood, but he didn't want to admit that in the past two days, Mu Shaohan's resolute eyes when he left him could always appear in his mind.

I don't know how long he sat there, but by the time he reacted, nearly an hour had passed, and the hour hand was almost twelve, he exhaled a deep breath, patted his cheek, picked up the coffee that had been completely cold on Table Mountain, and poured it into it violently, the cold liquid poured into his throat before he felt a little sober.

After he came to his senses, he felt that he was really crazy, and he wanted to pay attention to where Mu Shaohan's woman lived now, because that woman sat alone in a chair in a daze for so long, and he didn't even know what he was thinking.

He shook his head, swept away all the chaotic thoughts in his head, then picked up the blazer on the back of the chair, and walked out of the office, he wanted to go back to see Mu Weiwei, it is estimated that at this time, only by seeing the lover in his heart can Mu Shaohan be erased.

When Luo Xiangyu returned to Luo's house, it was almost one o'clock in the morning, the house was quiet, looking at the empty and dark living room, he vaguely remembered something in his mind, as if the living room should not be dark, there should be a dim light not far away, and a sleepy woman should be lying or sitting on the sofa in the living room.

He was shocked by such a sudden thought in his mind, and felt a little inexplicable, and couldn't help but think that maybe he was too tired these days to think like this.

Luo Xiangyu exhaled deeply, and then walked upstairs, he and Mu Weiwei did not live in the same room, just as he and Mu Shaohan did not live in the same room.

For Mu Shaohan, he was disgusted and bored, and for Mu Weiwei, he didn't want to hurt, of course, there was also an emotion that he didn't understand, so when he asked Liu's mother to arrange the room, he still chose to arrange people in the guest room.

But he didn't expect that it was, and when he opened the door of his room, he saw a dim light inside, and when he stepped forward, he saw a little person lying on the bed.

Luo Xiangyu's footsteps paused slightly, and he saw clearly that the hazy light came from a dim lamp on his bedside table, and the person on the bed was Mu Weiwei.

Mu Weiwei seemed to be asleep, wearing pajamas, lying on the bed casually, without a quilt, and a book next to him, it seemed that he should be waiting for himself, and he accidentally fell asleep in the process of waiting.

He sighed, he didn't expect to encounter such a scene when he came back, and after standing in place for a few seconds, he walked forward gently, he put his suit jacket on the crook of his arm, bent down to pick up the quilt on the bed, and was about to cover Mu Weiwei's body, but the movement suddenly stopped.

His gaze slowly moved up, and after moving away from the white skin that should not be seen, it fell on Mu Weiwei's cheeks, she seemed to be sleeping a little unsteadily, her breathing was not calm, and she was even a little short, and there was a slight twist between her eyebrows, which looked like she had sunk into a dream that should not be dreamed.

Luo Xiangyu sighed, his eyes fell on the exposed skin again, he felt that his inner peace was unwavering, he couldn't quite understand why he had such emotions, logically speaking, Mu Weiwei was the woman he identified, shouldn't he have a little physiological reaction?

But the truth is that he doesn't have a sense of the slightest.

The quilt gently covered Mu Weiwei's body, Luo Xiangyu leaned over slightly, took away the book she had placed aside, and then extinguished the lamp on the bedside table, and when the room suddenly became dark, he seemed to feel a light gasping sound, but when he turned his head to look at the bed, by the moonlight outside the window, the person on the bed still maintained its original appearance, without a trace of change.

He only thought that he was hallucinating, and he couldn't help but feel as if he was really tired, and after exhaling softly, he turned around and went out directly, and his back didn't seem to have any memory.

After the bedroom door was gently closed, Mu Weiwei opened her eyes in the dark, there was no sleepiness in her eyes, and her whole body was full of viciousness that could not be thicker, she lifted the quilt and sat up from the bed, glanced at her exposed parts, and rudely buttoned the pajamas on her chest, and her eyebrows and eyes were unstoppably gloomy.

She had already tried her best to tempt, but what she didn't expect was that Luo Xiangyu would be indifferent, and in the face of such a naked temptation, he could even help her cover the quilt, turn off the lamp, and then go out with a calm face.

Mu Weiwei's expression has gradually transformed into madness, it seems to be a kind of madness that she can't ask for, and she even thought of Mu Shaohan's lost child in a certain moment.

Then this thought became heavier and heavier, more and more indelible, she thought, why is Luo Xiangyu willing to touch Mu Shaohan but not herself? Isn't his charm as good as that slut? Or is that slut used to playing tricks, and he was able to coax his own man to bed again and again.

Mu Wei turned his head to look at the furnishings of this room, thinking that since he lived in Luo's house, Luo Xiangyu had hardly shared a bed with her, even if he occasionally hugged her for a nap at noon, it was she who begged bitterly after being coquettish.

She tried her best to make Luo Xiangyu cast a glance at her, and she had a little bit of naked desire for her, so how did Mu Shaohan do it? How the hell did that woman conceive his child?

Mu Weiwei's eyes showed an evil light, she thought, it seems that she hasn't seen her sister for a long time, and she inexplicably began to miss it.