Chapter 142

Long legs casually overlapping in the back seat, smell the Secretary through the rearview mirror to see the eyes Zhan Zhan with a pair of black eyes of the man, tentative mouth: "Gu Zong, do you want to have dinner tonight?"

"Of course." Gu Shaoqing could not hide his anger from the corner of his eyes. He looked at the documents in his hand casually. His voice was as cool as a knife with a blade. He chuckled: "since my wife has gone to twilight, I will change the meeting place to twilight. Maybe something interesting will happen."

Kleist and moose are sweet.

He's looking forward to it.

Twilight, one of the landmark buildings in Xicheng District, is not dazzling and magnificent as night hell, but it is full of the flavor of details.

Mujiutian politely refused the waiter's guidance and went to the box she had agreed with klester. When she passed by the door of other boxes, the door was open, and the voice inside was flustered: "what can I do? It's all their people outside. Ji Dao was given that kind of medicine again. We can't escape at all. "

Driven by curiosity, he looked in. A woman in a pink skirt was walking around in it, holding a mobile phone in her hand, looking flustered.

I don't know what the other end of the phone said. She widened her eyes: "it's useless for you to say this now. In this case, I have no way to find someone. I..."

Her eyes suddenly came over, and her black and white apricot eyes were opposite each other. The woman was startled. She swallowed all the words in her stomach and came over in three or two steps, Shut the door without saying a word.

Standing outside the door, mujiutian can hear clearly. The next second after closing the door, there is a sound of locking.

It seems that the people in the room have encountered some difficulties.

However, mujiutian is not in a hurry to be a savior. He doesn't care. He walks slowly to the door of the box marked eight. His plain white hand knocks on the door. There comes a deep and magnetic voice in it. He speaks fluent French: "please come in."

It sounds familiar.

Mujiutian opens the door, goes in and closes the door.

The lights in the room were not turned on, the floor curtains were tightly drawn, there was almost no light, only the strong smell of cigars, accompanied by the man's slow voice: "what can I do for you?"

Didn't he find himself?

Mujiutian was a little confused and didn't move at will. His little hand fumbled on the wall until he touched a raised place.

With a bang, the light was turned on.

The soft light enveloped the whole room. A man with unfathomable bearing was sitting on a single sofa with his legs folded. His thick but slender fingers were holding a good cigar, and his other hand was on the armrest. His simple movements were full of air that could not be ignored.

Slowly inhaled, spit out the smoke.

Just at a glance, Mu Jiutian's steps disordered the rhythm, faltered and held the wall beside him: "how are you?"

"I don't know." The man was also very surprised. He got up from the sofa with a frown and snuffed out his half smoked cigar in the ashtray for the first time. His facial features are not like Gu Shaoqing's introverted and elegant, nor Qi Ruifeng's indifference and sharp. It's a kind of deep feeling after years of brewing and suffering. His eyes are locked on Mu Jiutian's body and look at her gentle face: "it's not a coincidence, It seems that we are all calculated. "

"Kleist?"

Mujiutian thought of this man for the first time. He looked around the box and laughed quietly: "so he's going to find some reporters to come here and make up a play that I have an affair with you? Or put some aphrodisiac drugs in the room to make the bed roll live

Bartley suddenly lowered his eyebrows and exclaimed, "what are you thinking?"

"What do you mean, I'm not thinking." Smelling the cigar smell in the room, mujiutian was very uncomfortable. He stepped up to the French window and opened it. The fresh air with the characteristic clearness of winter, he leaned on the glass and looked down: "since the first time he saw me, clyder has been calculating and even hostile to me. Although I think he looks familiar, I can guarantee that he has never seen him, There has never been any contradiction. "

"How can a man who has no grudge against me in the past and no grudge against me today, but comes from France, count on me?" The heel of the high-heeled shoes rubbed against the soft carpet under the feet, and the eyebrows gently raised: "Bartley, you should know."

They were all from France, and they mistakenly thought that she had an affair with him.

Kleist was not so much trying to calculate the sweetness of moose as he was trying to calculate the sweetness of Butler.

"How dare you say, Bartley, that you really don't know who they are?""Of course I know." Over 50 years old, but still strong and slender body slowly came towards her, eyebrows sinking, there is no anger from the power of oppression.

Mu Jiutian immediately frowned: "stand there, don't get close."

Bartley didn't listen. As soon as his polished shoes stepped closer, he heard her slightly sharp voice, contrary to her usual calm and gentle appearance: "didn't you hear what I said? If you don't hear me, I think it's time for me to talk to you so peacefully. "

The footstep suddenly stops, the low alcohol voice is silent for a while: "you so don't like me?"

"I don't like your plain displeasure for a day or two. I thought Mr. Butler was used to it." French windows reflect the profile of mujiutian, gentle but full of sharp thorns: "since today's thing is aimed at you, I'll trouble you to settle it all. I'm very tired and want to go back and have a rest."

Go back, where?

Green house?

It's not that Butler doesn't know about Gu Shaoqing and Mu Jiutian.

But he is also very clear that mujiutian will never allow him to intervene or even interfere in any other business.

The man's pupil and she looked at each other for several seconds. The girl by the window and her mother's eyes were black and white, and they were ridiculed and ridiculed. They were pulling the guilt buried in the memory for many years. They did not dare to look at each other for a moment.

"Christer is your relative. He doesn't know a lot of things, so I'll make him apologize to you for this farce today."

"My family?" Mujiu sweet cool smile: "my relatives as early as 20 years ago when they jumped from the top floor of the villa has been gone, Mu Xiaodong also can not give birth to such a big son, or, in fact, Kleist is the son of you and your precious wife..."

The voice becomes weak slowly. There is an unbelievable feeling in the bottom of her eyes. The fingertips on her side are clenched tightly.

"Wine is sweet." Butler seemed helpless: "his real name is Wayne Jesse, and he is your elder brother three years older. He didn't know anything about that year, so maybe he misunderstood it. Today's farce is also him..."

"What's the misunderstanding? I have an improper relationship with you and misunderstand that I am a junior who destroys other people's families? " In the bright light, she can clearly see the thin eyelashes trembling. She droops her eyes, straightens her back, and the cold touch of the glass rushes into her mind: "you should thank my mother for my upbringing, and I should also thank you for not liking you, otherwise..."

Light lift Mou: "I will a slap fan in the past."

If at first it was a peaceful conversation, now it is the prelude to a complete collapse.

She pinched her bag tightly, her high-heeled shoes fell on the carpet without any sound, and her lips were hooked. There was no wave in her eyes: "please tell Mr. Butler all the misunderstandings clearly. No matter how you outline my identity, I hope that I will not have any connection with you or the Wayne family in the future."

Pass by, was suddenly grabbed by the wrist.

She looked back, eyes cold: "what else?"

"I said I would accompany you for the new year, and then..."

"I definitely refused, didn't I?"

Simply interrupt, too cold attitude, let the man holding her wrist look dark down, eyes rose a little, one after another was disobedient angry: "wine sweet, I'm not your enemy, you don't have to treat me like this, in the final analysis, you are not willing to do DNA testing, I can't make your identity public."

"You can tell them if you want, whether there's a DNA test or not." I pulled my wrist, but I didn't pull it out. The radian raised by my sweet lips doesn't have any temperature. It's full of sarcasm: "don't use DNA testing as an excuse. To put it bluntly, you want to make up for the mistakes you made in those years, and you want to redeem your dirty heart, but you are afraid to admit me, to admit what you have done, and to let everyone know the crimes you have committed."

In this case, mujiutian dares to make sure that this is the last time he meets him, and also the last time he has an intersection with either Wayne or clyder. He simply makes everything clear.

With a heavy sneer in his eyes, he rushed straight to Bartley with an undisguised color: "whether it's that piece of land, or the idea of you coming to accompany me for the new year, frankly speaking, it's your self righteous atonement. Do you think I really need it? What I need is for you to get out of my life and take Wayne Jesse and your precious wife as far away as possible. "

Slowly biting the last four words, his face was cold to the bone, and the wind from the open window sent out endless chill.

The vibration of the pupil made Butler unable to retort, but he was not willing to backhand.

Palm's strength is more and more heavy, heavy almost can crush her bones, but mu wine sweet but not the slightest dodge cry pain.Two people look at each other with four eyes, and the air is filled with suffocating ferocity.

But such a picture falls in the eyes of Wayne Jesse, who is pushing the door at the right time, and there is another explanation.

The uninhibited whistling sounded. He leaned against the door with frivolous eyebrows. He looked like he was loose, but he was surly. He chuckled: "it seems that my time is wrong. I'm disturbing you two. Do you want me to help you close the door?"

Mujiutian turned his back to the door, his eyes were cold as ice, and he looked directly at Bartley

The palm clenched again, in her cold vision, he finally let go.

Rubbing her blue wrists, she didn't turn around. She just dropped her eyes. Her curly eyelashes covered the sarcasm at the bottom of her eyes: "Mr. klester, what do you mean? It's obvious that she arrived at the appointed box at the appointed time with you, but it's a strange man inside." Shaking his head: "if Mr. klester can't give me a satisfactory answer, I think our cooperation will come to an end."

Jesse had never thought that she could be so calm when it came to such sweet wine.

He looked down on her.

Standing straight and straight, she took a step forward. Her tall figure completely took off all her disguises in the light and showed extreme indifference. She gently pointed her long finger at the seam of her trousers: "Miss Mu knows very well. Why do you want to ask me again? I'm very curious. What's the relationship between Miss Mu and the man in front of her, and why is it so ambiguous just now? Lover, bed partner, sex trade, or... Prostitute. "

Bite the last word.

Bartley's face immediately filled with anger, frowned, and warned: "Jesse..."

"Why is father so angry?" Jesse picked her eyebrows and sneered arrogantly: "I came to China for Miss mu. I really want to know what kind of woman can fascinate my father and abandon his wife and son. Unexpectedly, it's like this..."

He looked at Mujiu's sweet body without any hesitation, There's no sex, but it's so hot that there's no place to put it.

Tut tut said twice: "if you can win my father's favor, you must have good skills in bed. Instead of following an old man over 50, Miss Mu should follow me. I can give whatever Bartley can give at that time."