Chapter 544

Although Wayne Jesse had been making up mojitian and yalman before, when they were engaged, he subconsciously felt that his cabbage had been arched by a pig, and he was not happy.

Random glance, casual: "the left one." After that, he led the topic to what he wanted to say: "it's not good for you to be in such a hurry. In fact, there are many men like Armand in the world. After you go to France, you can introduce a few more, and you can choose."

Wayne Jesse didn't even see the cigar box at that moment.

Mujiutian lost his smile and blinked: "didn't you want to set me up with him at first?"

"Yes, but you can refuse."

"But now I don't want to refuse."

Mujiutian looks up and smiles. Although his delicate face is calm and gentle, he doesn't indulge in the sweetness that love should have. He pulls his sleeve again and comes closer: "tell me seriously which box of these two cigars is better. I'll buy them for Yar..."

"Mr. Gu, this way."

Sudden voice, with her familiar address and words, just like a conditioned reflex, Mu Jiutian subconsciously looked at the past.

He was dressed in a dark gray suit. His face was alienated and expensive. He held the report in one hand and put it in his trouser pocket with one hand. Many people, whether bodyguards or secretaries, opened the way for him in advance, which made him relaxed and lazy. He had a high attitude of being a new upstart in the market.

Even if their eyes are opposite, they don't let men's steps stay at all.

Even her eyes only stayed on her for less than half a second, and Gu Shaoqing's thin lip voice was lukewarm: "the report data of this quarter shows that your turnover has dropped by 10% compared with that of last month. If the turnover of the next quarter can't be the same as that of the past, you senior executives can pack up and leave."

"Mr. Gu, it's off-season recently. We can..."

"What about the past years?"

A heavy word immediately left the store manager speechless.

Looking up again, Gu Shaoqing's eyes glanced faintly between mojiutian and Jesse. The light on his head was bright, which made the distance between them almost seamless. Mojiutian's finger was hidden under the cigar box, but the ring on Wayne Jesse's middle finger was so bright that it seemed that he had never seen it before.

He even lifted the hair on Mu Jiutian's cheek, and said in a voice that Gu Shaoqing could hear: "do you want to say hello?"

"No more." Mu wine sweet light shake head, voice inexplicably some dumb: "nothing to see, nothing to say."

I don't know if it's a coincidence arranged by God.

Almost every time she meets Gu Shaoqing, she is close to Wayne Jesse. She accompanied aglia to the women's department last time and this time.

At the moment when two groups of people passed each other, mujiutian repeatedly asked for the third time: "you haven't said which box of cigars is good..."

After that, the words are too far away to be heard.

Cigar.

For a long time, Gu Shaoqing's face, which was originally warm and light, gradually became expressionless, with thin lips rising, and a strong taste of ridicule.

He only smokes cigarettes and never smokes cigars, so when mojiutian comes to buy cigars this time, he knows for whom.

It's ridiculous.

It's just how long they've been in love with each other. Wayne Jesse doesn't care who the baby is, or... Wayne Jesse doesn't know.

"President Gu... President Gu."

No one answered the submitted document. I heard the Secretary call two or three times in a row.

Gu Shaoqing took the document and signed his name at the place where the Secretary pointed out. In Song Dynasty, he closed the document in regular script. As soon as he closed it, he opened his lips and said, "let Wayne know about her."

……

After buying cigars, tea and other gifts one after another, Mu Jiutian only carried a small paper bag in her hand, and Jesse was responsible for the rest.

Their car was parked in the underground parking lot.

"You wait for me at the door, I'll drive."

Mujiutian nodded and said yes. When he got off the elevator on the first floor, two cigar boxes in the paper bag collided with each other and made a nice sound. He watched the elevator close again before walking towards the entrance of the mall.

The sound of high-heeled shoes crashing on the ground was clear. When she was about ten meters away from the door, a rough and low voice suddenly called her."Mujiu is sweet."

Such a public place.

She looked up subconsciously.

A man wrapped in a black windbreaker, wearing a collar and a hat, is not too much in winter, but the only thing that makes people scared is the eyes exposed from the crevice, which is full of hatred in the dark.

While shouting her name, the man rushed to this side and kept his big palm in his pocket. He couldn't see what was in it from the appearance.

Mujiutian subconsciously stepped back, eyebrows wrinkled severely, uncertain voice: "Zhang Benzhe?"

By the name, the man stood in place.

At this moment, the distance between the two people is only about two or three meters.

Originally, mujiutian was not sure, but I don't know why I suddenly remembered what Secretary Wayne Jesse said in the car.

[young master, at the banquet today, Mr. Zhang Benzhe has been inquiring about Miss Zhang's latest trend, but his intention is not clear

His eyelids jumped uncontrollably, and he watched Zhang Benzhe take out a dagger from his pocket, holding it in two big palms, chin slightly raised, corners of his eyes and eyebrows with unprovoked but strong hatred, blade flashing cold light in the light, frightening the people around him, women's screams and chaotic footsteps set off the chaos around him.

It is reasonable to say that she and Zhang Benzhe were only entangled in the last car accident.

But this time

"For Liu Mengrong?" Mu Jiutian's tentative voice formed a vacuum area around her. She didn't dare to move in the range that the other party could catch up with in a few steps: "because she committed suicide, so you think it has something to do with me, don't you?"

"Isn't it?"

Zhang Benzhe looks a little excited, but the big palm doesn't shake at all: "for such a long time, you can almost kill Meng Rong. It's you who forced her to the present situation step by step. If it wasn't for you, how could she commit suicide, so you are the culprit, the culprit..."

This distance, Mujiutian didn't dare to stimulate him at will, but could only warm his voice: "Zhang Benzhe, I know you like Liu Mengrong, but if she hasn't done those things, I can't force her, let alone go to such a situation, so... In the final analysis, it's her fault."