My Third Gentleman

Chapter 57 is **** for tat (1)

It seems that I have seen her several times, all with this pitiful appearance.

What a pity.

Wushuang blinked her eyes, a drop of tears really flowed down the corner of her eyes. She recovered, and quickly broke free of his arm. After standing up straight, she wiped the back of her hand. She really didn't want to cry, but just hit her. It hurts too much, a purely physiological reaction.

Wushuang thought, they really didn't match their characters, and every time they met him, they would get hurt more or less.

"Why are you still here so late?" Seeing the teardrop dripping from her, his eyebrows piled tighter, and his slightly cool voice was as cold as this early spring night.

Isn’t that a good question? Is it impossible to have supper here? "Mr. Mu, naturally I work overtime at the company."

After retreating to a safe distance, she was the calm and self-contained Wushuang again.

"You shouldn't be recuperating in the hospital?" Wu Ma happily makes nutritious food every day, and she will say a few words to him from time to time. Mu Yuhao is also serious at work these days and never asked him about Jing Wushuang again. He thought She is still in the hospital.

Wushuang really doesn't want to stay in the same space with him for too long. No matter how much she ignores the aura that comes from him, his presence is still very strong. "Thank you Mr. Mu for caring, I'm much better already. I am out of company."

After Wushuang finished speaking, he jumped to the lounge area in the lobby with one leg.

This kind of deliberate estrangement is not the first time. He has always been a superior person. There are many people who flatter and rush to favor him, but there are no people who treat him like a scourge. She is the first one, he The expression on his face was even more grim, and his eyebrows were dyed a little unhappy.

By this time Qidong had already drove the car to the door, and stopped waiting for him.

Mu Jinchen's gaze never left Jing Wushuang, but she was on the sofa, rubbing her feet, and looking at the phone again. His expression was a bit annoyed, he wanted to leave.

His legs reacted faster than his brain. When he stood still in front of Jing Wushuang, his brain stopped turning for a second. Before he could think, the words had already been spoken.

"I'll take you back."

Wushuang looked up blankly, his tall figure blocked the light, she couldn't see his face a little bit, she thought he was gone, and a character like him couldn't refuse, she thought the phrase "disaccompany" was enough. Clearly, he didn't expect him to follow, it seems that this is not what he will do.

She lowered her eyes silently, thought for a moment, and met his sight again, her voice soft but somewhat alienated, "Thank you Mr. Mu for your kindness, my friend will pick me up later, you go first."

She has no intention to have too many intersections with him. These days, these inexplicable intersections have been enough to avoid, or try to avoid them. She is not a little girl who knows the world. A meeting may be good to someone for no reason, but it is definitely not. A man like Mu Jinchen.

"Miss Jing, please stop insulting my IQ, and don't think I have other plans. I don't think there should be anything in you that is worth bothering about."

Simple words came out of Mu Jinchen’s thin lips, the flat and straightforward tone with the usual coldness, but not the slightest sense of domineering, he was just stating a fact, and only others have tried **** him, she is indeed There is nothing worth his troubles.

When writing this article, I often think that in a woman's life, if it is not for being too enthusiastic about noise, it is enough to have a confidant like Su Ran and a husband like Chen Ye. I want to pull Chen Ye off the platform, and I will only paint a prison for a woman named Jing Wushuang in my life, and I am willing to be trapped by love.

(End of this chapter)