Chapter 683： Take the initiative to hold hands

Mime private 683

"Mr. Mu." He wanted to cry without tears, and looked back at him with an extremely pitiful look.

On the surface, Mugane had no waves at all, and his complexion was as calm as water. He stretched out his hand and squeezed his eyebrows. After a few seconds of silence, he said, "Drive."

"Hey!" Lian Xiaofei immediately responded, okay, okay, no need to run.

They did not go to the hotel because Mugane had a house here.

When Lian Xiaofei drove the car to the outside of the villa, he was informed that he could move around at will, and would not disturb him temporarily.

Even Xiao Fei couldn't ask for it, and immediately slipped away.

On the other side, Liang Yisheng had already scolded Xie Sange away.

For him, she only has friendship and gratitude, and no other affection. She didn't want to say such decisive words to embarrass the relationship between the two people. In the end, she found that she could not say no.

Not to mention, he would feel that she was hesitating, giving him a chance, and waiting for him to act.

The agent came over and rubbed her forehead and said, "Fortunately, no one was photographed. If this is posted on the Internet, your reputation will be ruined. This is also the case with Xie Hanwen, who actually risked his future to do this kind of thing. It’s a grown-up, without any reason at all."

Liang Yisheng closed his eyes, "Sister, I want to be quiet, you should go out first."

"Well, you take a break, and you will be filming later."

She nodded.

After the agent went out, she leaned her head back on the chair, a little irritable.

Reached out for the phone, and slid to Mugane's WeChat dialogue interface.

I don't know, what is he doing now?

If you send him a message, his first sentence must be: something?

It seems that in his world, others can only find him because of something.

She thought about it, and suddenly found a reason.

He immediately sent him a voice.

"Is there anything else I need to do during this time?"

Five seconds passed without reply.

One minute later, there was still no reply.

She thought, maybe it was because it was inconvenient to listen to the voice.

She immediately edited the text and sent it to him.

The man sat quietly on the sofa, staring down at the phone with a new message, his frowning brows did not expand.

He picked up the phone and clicked on the voice to listen to it.

After staring at the line of the phone with indifferent brows for a while, he did not reply, put down the phone, got up and changed clothes upstairs, ready to go to the meeting.

Liang Yisheng held the phone until the filming of her part started, and when the filming was over, she took out the phone to check it.

There is still no news.

Although it was the expected result, the mood could not be avoided.

She thought, he should be too busy or in a bad mood.

She put down the phone and didn't hold any expectations.

At night, her mobile phone suddenly rang with a voice of special attention.

At that second, her heart tightened, her whole body became tense, and her calm mood was suddenly surprised and happy.

He is the only one in her special concern.

[Get down to the parking lot. 】

With a few numbers, let her change clothes at the best speed and run.

He knew she was in the hotel, so before coming, he must have asked the people around her.

She likes the feeling of being cared by him.

In the quiet parking lot, Mugane was sitting in the driver's seat, his fingers could not help pinching his tight eyebrows, still unable to drive away the dizziness and annoying fuss.

After two minutes passed, he heard urgent footsteps lingering somewhere, seeming to be searching.

He opened the door of the car unintentionally with a finger, opened the door open, closed his eyes slightly, and leaned on the back of the chair.

After a while, the sound of footsteps found his place, and when he approached the car door, the faint scent of the woman's body also passed into his nose.

Without opening his eyes, he could already imagine the expression on her face—a bit bewildered and scared.

He directly handed a box over, "The old lady said you are busy and can't see you. Let me give you this."

The box was quickly picked up by her, and his cold fingers touched the back of his hand. It was so cold that people suddenly wanted to grasp the pinch.

"I will visit grandma right away."

The voice is soft, and people can imagine her lips and watery eyes.

The irritability in the man's heart increased, and he closed his eyes and said lightly, "You can go now."

In the next second, the woman's hand stretched out directly and placed it on his arm.

"Drink so much wine?"

The meaning of caring is strong and obvious.

He breathed slightly loose, and spit out two words gently; "Entertainment."

After this sentence, the woman suddenly grabbed his arm and pulled it out, "You'd better rest immediately in your state. I have a guest room in my room. Let me help you go up and rest."

The suffocation that was pressing in his heart suddenly dissipated slowly, and he slowly opened his eyes and looked at her quietly.

He looked as he expected, helpless, scared, and more worried.

The delicate and beautiful facial features are crumpled together.

Seeing him, she seemed very uncomfortable. Her eyes were erratic. She wanted to see but didn't dare to look at him. Her lips moved softly and said: "There is a paparazzi following me. We are going to hold a wedding as soon as we spread out, everyone I want to search our data, I don’t want them to feel that my relationship is at odds after marriage."

This reason was quite good. He had already agreed in his heart, but he sat for a while before he unfastened his seat belt and went down with her.

While walking, the arm was held by the woman.

He frowned and was always so scared of him, even the act of holding it was like a maid and the master.

He flung it away gently.

Then, take the initiative to hold her hand.

It was really cold, as if I had touched an ice cube.

He spread out her fingers, inserted five fingers into the gaps between them, held them naturally, and quickly passed the warmth to her.

The woman seemed very nervous, she didn't dare to move her hand, she held it stiffly.

He was not accustomed to small talk, and opened his lips a few times, but he didn't find any topics to talk about, so he gave up.

When he reached the hotel, he felt her hands warm and let go.

He thought, if she held it down again, she would have to faint stiffly.

She took him into the guest room, found a set of pajamas, and especially solemnly explained how the pajamas came, stressing that no one had used it.

He looked at her nervous and cautious, as if dealing with a very difficult character, unlike the natural and easy way she faced that man during the day.

That is the real her.

"No need." He turned her down, and a sulky gas surged in his heart.

After the door was closed, he sat on the side of the bed with his long legs apart, his elbows on his thighs, his head hung down, and his fingers propped his forehead.

The cold breath slowly dissipated from his body.

The pain in his head seemed to intensify, and he leaned back on the bed, resting with his eyes closed.

It was quiet around, but he could not hear her.

Can't hear a trace.

He put his fingers close to his lips, coughing up the discomfort in his throat.

The next second, the door was knocked open.

"Kana, are you okay? Are you okay?"