Chapter 155

In the whole process, two people have two conversations.

Mujiutian thought it was funny, so he tugged at the corner of his coat: "how can Mr. Gu like to make a mess of people? Have I ever said such a thing?"

"No

He touched her hair with his long finger. His action was tender and affectionate: "it's Mr. Gu who thinks Mrs. Gu will be unhappy." With that, her black eyes darkened, and her eyes locked on her swollen lips: "should Mrs. Gu give Mr. Gu some rewards?"

Then, before she could react, the big palm directly clasped the back of her head, and the long and deep kiss fell down. The charm and charm were mixed together, and the taste of plunder was very strong.

Gradually, Mu wine sweet ear almost can't hear any sound, only his heart beat like thunder.

Just by her nose, Mu Jiutian felt that she had some difficulty breathing. Before she almost choked, Gu Shaoqing let her go a little contentedly. Her long fingers rubbed the saliva on her lips. Even when she was wet, her fingers were still rough.

The whole person nestled in Gu Shaoqing's arms, gasping, delicate white face full of water charming breath that can not be described with ink, eyes light look at him, he felt that it was a vivid seduction.

Thin lips and ready to fall down, but suddenly was soft palm to cover.

"Gu Shaoqing." She became angry, but because of her hoarse voice, it sounds like a soft coquetry: "you be honest with me, or I will never come to your office again."

Then he nodded, as if adding weight to his sentence pattern.

Looking at Gu Shaoqing's itchy heart, he pulled her little hand down with a big palm and said with a smile: "my Mrs. Gu..."

The voice seems to be sighing, lingering the emotion that makes mujiutian not understand.

Until the hot atmosphere slowly subsided from the office, mujiutian was released. Standing three steps away, he loosened the tied long hair, combed it with his hand again, and then tied it up: "I'll go first."

He didn't respond and didn't move. He put one arm on the armrest of the sofa. His handsome face was shining in the sun. He looked like a noble young man, but he was made to look different by his fancy collocation.

Mu Jiutian looks at him more and wants to laugh. Thinking about his tolerance in the morning, he bends his apricot eyes and goes back to him again. He bends over, puts his little hand on his shoulder and kisses him on the cheek.

Before Gu Shaoqing wants to pull her down again, she turns and leaves. She goes to the Secretary's office and tells Wen to go in and clean up the dishes.

The footstep is a little light.

When I heard the Secretary knock on the door and enter the office, I watched Gu Shaoqing sitting on the sofa with her legs folded and her posture lazy. Her deep black eyes were narrow and long, and her whole body was haunted with a little lightness.

Subconsciously: "Mr. Gu, have you made up with your wife?"

"When did we lose our temper?"

The light and thin voice overflowed with a low smile, which made the Secretary immediately say, "well, you and your wife have always had a very stable relationship."

Mujiutian took the elevator and went back to the floor of the finance department. As soon as she got out of the elevator door, the mobile phone in her pocket rang. Without looking at it, she said, "Hello, I'm mujiutian."

"Wine is sweet."

He was gentle but with a low voice. It was like old wine that had been precipitated for many years. Bartley held his cell phone, and without waiting for mujiutian to speak, he continued: "do you have time now? I'll have Jesse pick you up. I want to show you something

"Sorry, I don't have time." The high-heeled shoes didn't continue to walk inside the finance department, but instead walked towards the stairwell with a cool voice: "I think what I said with your son last time was very clear. I don't mind telling you again. I don't want to see you again. If you can, please be strangers in the future. Even if you see me on the road, please don't say hello."

Mu Jiutian really doesn't want to have any connection with Bartley or Jesse. She doesn't like the Wayne family, just like she doesn't like Mu Xiaodong. The latter is to make use of, the former is to repent, but they are all picking up the age and time she least needs.

The palm of her hand clenched, and she knocked her eyes.

If the time of Bartley's appearance is pushed forward for another ten years, it may not be the present situation at all.

After all, it's still the wrong time.

After taking a deep breath, mujiutian was ready to hang up, but Bartley's voice was a little higher, with his usual strong flavor, but he was also anxious and forced to accommodate: "I've contacted a good man, and I'm going to flatten the villa area. Aren't you ready to come and have a look? Or what kind of building do you like? The construction team can follow your preference... ""Bartley."

Before he finished his words, he was mercilessly interrupted by mujiutian. He called his name directly, and his eyes were cold: "if I remember correctly, that piece of land has been given to me, what right do you have to move the things under my name?"

"Aren't you going to come and have a look?"

"I'm asking you, what rights do you have?"

For mojiutian, that piece of land is the last Memorial left by her mother, which is as important as her mother's ashes. Otherwise, she would not accept the birthday gift from Bartley.

But no matter what mujiutian said, Butler just repeated the sentence "aren't you going to come and have a look?".

His voice is low and calm, just like putting down all his pride and identity, waiting for a reply from his own daughter.

There is a moment of sour nose, mujiutian, I don't know what's wrong with me. There are deep wrinkles in the corner of my clothes, so I take a deep breath: "are you in the villa area? I'll be there now. "

"I'll ask Jesse to pick you up."

Bartley recalled that the beautiful face in his memory was not very similar to mujiutian, but the traces of mother and daughter could be seen in his eyebrows. The two faces were indistinctly overlapped, which made him trance: "Jiutian, I was too irritable at that time. You are 25 years old. No longer a child, you should be able to understand my mood at that time and be eager for revenge, So... "

"If you insist on discussing with me what happened in those years, I'm afraid I have something to do and I can't get through it."

The sigh at that end is not high or low, with the maturity of that age.

In fact, mojiutian didn't know much about the love hate entanglement 25 years ago. Most of the truth came from her own investigation after hearing a few pieces from Bartley. In France, where I'm not familiar with my hometown, I don't know if there is any help from Butler.

But the only thing she knew was that her mother didn't leave a word from the beginning to the end. If her mother didn't want her to know the truth, she would not admit the so-called biological father, even if Mu Xiaodong was no good to her.

Walking to a place outside the street to get on Wayne Jesse's car, the first time he handed up a cup of milk tea, mellow fragrance in winter is particularly attractive.

Drooping eyes, Mu Jiutian didn't reach for it.

After a pause of a few seconds, Jesse frowned: "don't you like it? Sorry, I don't know what girls of your age like. When I saw some girls buying milk tea on the road, I thought you like it, so... "I said with a low smile," I'll buy you what you like next time. "

Holding back the unknown mood, mujiutian casually took the milk tea that had been taken back. The taste of milk tea was very good. It was not brewed by granules sold in the store, but was really cooked with black tea and pure milk. I don't know how Jesse got it in such limited time.

It's only ten minutes since Butler called.

"No, I don't like anything in particular."

"It doesn't matter, I try again and again, you will always like one."

Restraining all the arrogant men's fingertips, trying to touch her head, he held back and took a thick book from one side. His black eyes narrowed slightly: "this is a new villa designed by some designers I've been looking for during this period. It's both Chinese style and Western style. My father's meaning is to let you choose what style you prefer." Looking at her take over, Jun face smile can not stop deep: "or what preferences, I let them repair."

"Well." Should be a sound, Mu wine sweet drooping eyes to see up, carrying milk tea, did not speak.

The next ride, almost silent.

Until the car slowly stopped at the door of a restaurant, the driver respectfully opened the door, half bow: "Miss, young master, has arrived."

He didn't care what the driver called him. Mujiutian got out of the car and sat at the window of the Chinese restaurant. Looking at the small water wheel in the middle of the restaurant, the man seemed to be over 50 years old, but with a well maintained face, he looked like 356. He was arrogant and restrained.

Hearing the news, he turned his eyes at the first time: "Jiutian, you're here."

Looking at Jesse gentleman's help to pull out her chair, she sat opposite herself, her eyes facing each other. Bartley could almost see the spread of kisses in her neck. Although it was well hidden by the winter coat, she could not find it.

For a moment, in a trance, Butler put down his big hand under the table and clenched it: "the relationship between you and Gu Shaoqing...""It should have nothing to do with you." Her eyes were calm and her voice was clear. She raised her eyes and looked at him calmly: "this is my personal privacy. I don't need to disclose it to you, and today my purpose is just the villa area."

"With other women, he treats you..."

"Father."

Jesse knew how eager Bartley was for mujiutian. Since four years ago, he has been rejected almost every time. Even the chance to have dinner with her was very poor. His tone implied: "let's have dinner first. It's late. Everyone is hungry."

The man is still frowning, as if dissatisfied with the sweet state of wine, but his vision obscures. After watching her cool little face without temperature for a long time, he changes the topic in fluent Chinese: "what would you like to eat? I'm just that you're not used to Western food, so I've specially packed this Chinese restaurant and invited the best chef. "

"I'm not picky."

"Mujiutian replied, and Bartley's eyes deepened.

This is not in line with his investigation. Mu Jiutian is picky about food when he is a child. It has nothing to do with his status, just because he likes it.

Without revealing, Bartley leaned back, raised his hand to the waiter, and ordered the meal that mojiutian liked in the survey: "finally, another chocolate mousse."

"Yes, just a moment, please."

From the beginning to the end, she didn't interrupt, and her attitude was cold.

After a while, Bartlett said, "which design do you like better, the one Jesse showed you?"

"The villa area that gives me three hundred million value, Mr. Wayne, are you not afraid that Gu Shaoqing will investigate you after knowing it?"

Slowly pick eyebrows, mujiutian's face looks very calm, almost without any expression: "or, from the last birthday party to now, the investigation report about you may be lying on his desk."

That's right.

However, before easing the relationship between them, Wayne Jesse will not say the reason why he came to China, let alone his initial plan.