Chapter 31

Now that the heart has left, it's better to make it more valuable.

After thinking clearly, Mu Xiaodong pulled his tie and said, "Jiutian, since you are so stubborn, I might as well talk with you."

"Go ahead, please."

"No matter what, I'm your father and the Mu family is your mother's family. Even if you publicly sever the relationship between you and me, I can easily get the upper hand in public opinion. You can't deny that." In a low voice, he analyzed the advantages and disadvantages, but at the same time, he calculated: "if I re write you in the Hui nationality spectrum, and then publish this matter, you will know what pressure public opinion will have."

Looking at the delicate little face in front of him, Mu Xiaodong slowly took back his smile, and his thin lips hooked up: "unfilial and unkind, I'll find a few reporters to copy the heat soon, but this is the worst way for both sides. Now you are with President Gu, and you need me to shut up, so we'd better exchange our interests."

Benefit exchange?

Well said, isn't it the last bit of value you can squeeze from her?

Mu Jiutian glanced at him lightly and casually picked up the wine glass beside him: "Mu always wants me to help you and Shaoqing connect?"

"Why don't you do your little work?"

"Of course." Her voice is still soft, even a little light.

After seeing the joy of the obvious opinions on Mu Xiaodong's face, she suddenly laughed: "however, since Mr. Mu has admitted that there is no blood relationship between you and me, then we are talking about business. Business has its rules."

Mu Xiaodong's face a Ling, angry fingertips have a few silk shaking, finally squeeze out a smile: "this is natural."

"Then wait until I have time in two days."

Then he put the wine cup forward and touched it crisp.

Xing Mo saw the confrontation between the two men from the beginning to the end. The red wine in his hand almost reached the bottom, and there was a bit of fun hidden in his eyes.

"Xing Shao, this miss Mu doesn't seem to be a good friend. And although she has the past, you don't have to go up with Gu Shao, so..."

"I was sent by my father to help me." Xing Mo did not turn his eyes, but a little bit deeper, dark tone: "not sent to monitor me, recognize your own identity, don't let me return you."

The voice was not light or heavy, but with a warning.

The secretary was stunned, nodded respectfully, and looked at Xing Mo walking towards the direction of mujiutian, no longer gnawing.

"Miss mu."

Hearing this, Mu Jiutian turns her eyes. The light in the corner is not very bright, but she is sure that she has never seen a man standing three meters away.

He raised his glass and said, "who are you?"

"Xing mo."

Two words, she understood, carrying the skirt to step forward, voice soft: "I heard Xing Shu said you, good ability, low-key, Xing group in your hands can also be thriving."

Xing Mo face with a little surprised: "Xing tree so praise me?"

"Naturally." Her voice was light: "the relationship between you and Xing Shu is not the same as that between me and Mu family. So even if you just saw me and Mu always get along with each other aggressively, you don't need to worry about you and Xing Shu. Even he told me that you are welcome."

After all, someone took away the burden of his shoulder, and also took away the pressing coercion of his father.

Xing Mo just laughs and doesn't speak. He droops his eyes and sips his drink. His eyebrows flash in the shadow. They are cold mockery.

He raised his eyes and resumed his gentle smile: "I'm glad to meet Miss mu. If we can, we might as well exchange business cards. After all, we are all in the circle and need to move around more or less."

"Why not."

Thin fingers holding the business card to pass, and the other side's business card over.

At the banquet, he showed up a few times, and the people he should have met also met. Mujiutian sent a text message to Wen's secretary and left the scene ahead of time.

As soon as I walked out of the gate, I was a little bit cold by the night wind, and my dizzy and aching head became more and more uncomfortable. The whole person felt very uncomfortable.

When turning the corner, a figure leaning on the door, fingertips of cigarettes in the dark.

Hearing the movement, the man turned his eyes and gave a light smile: "Miss mu? It's a coincidence

"Clever."

"Are you ready to leave?" Smoke in the cool air misty, while the man's voice slightly dumb: "why don't I send you back?"

"No more." Unable to grasp the other party's meaning, Mu Jiutian's lips were tickled with a smile: "I have informed the Secretary, he will pick me up immediately.""I just thought it was too stuffy and wanted to come out for a cigarette." The fire red cigarette end was thrown on the ground. Xing Mo trampled it out at will and raised his eyes. His eyes were leisurely: "I thought I was lucky to meet Miss mu, but since Miss Mu was picked up, I don't mind my own business."

"Thank you, Mr. Xing. I..."

"Miss mu..."

Want to take a step forward, originally dizzy head but suddenly a pain, in front of a black, Mu wine sweet will know nothing.

When I woke up again, the tip of my nose was full of the smell of disinfectant. The floor curtain was drawn, and I didn't know what the weather was outside.

Struggling to sit up from the bed, the man's voice was low not far away: "Miss mu, don't move, you are still dribbling."

Sure enough, there was a pricking pain on the back of her hand. Mu Jiutian raised her eyes and saw Xing Mo step forward. She put her thumb on the back of her hand and pulled out the deviated needle.

There is red blood in the infusion tube.

Under the light, her face was pale. Even when she woke up, she was still in a bad mood and could faint at any time.

Xing Mo frowned and looked down at her: "hypoglycemia to coma, fever to 39 degrees, Miss Mu really can't take care of herself."

I don't know why he was angry. Mu Jiutian sipped his lips, and his eyes were confused: "sorry, I thought it was because I didn't sleep well."

"Don't say sorry to me. Your body is your own." Said, stretched out her hand under her forehead, action intimate ambiguous: "no matter what you want to do, the body is the first."

When he heard the Secretary push the door in, what he saw was Xing Mo's fingertips against Mu Jiutian's forehead, and her innocent face. He only needed one look to feel the ambiguous atmosphere in the air.

Push the golden glasses on the bridge of the nose, smell the Secretary pretending to be calm: "Miss mu, I just asked the doctor, he said you need to train in the hospital for two days to be able to leave the hospital, hypoglycemia, you need to pay attention to in normal days."

Without waiting for mu Jiutian to respond, he stepped forward and said, "thank you for your help in sending Miss Mu to the hospital yesterday. It's already nine o'clock in the morning." Looked at the wrist watch: "you still need to go to work, then I will not send you."

order for guests to leave.

Obviously.

Xing Mo's handsome face was lukewarm and he laughed, but he didn't put it in his heart.

He leaned over to help Mu Jiutian pull up the quilt and said in a low voice, "I'll see you after work."

Then he backed out quietly.

Backhand will close the door, thin lips slightly hook, don't know is a smile or calculation.