"It must be." Before Mu Qiao could say more, Song Jin's face was full of certainty, "By the way, why are you calling me here so late?"
"I don't want to wear a pink suit." Mu Qiao said. He wanted to say the cause and effect, but found that he couldn't say a word. He took Song Jin to the study room and planned to write, but found that it still didn't work. He typed on his mobile phone again, but still couldn't.
The more he tried, the more frightened he became.
Why is this happening?
What did Huo Qianyan do to him? Why couldn't he express what he wanted to say normally? Especially about Huo Qianyan, he couldn't express a single word.
"Mu Qiao, what's wrong with you?" Song Jin didn't quite understand Mu Qiao's behavior. She wanted to say something to him, but she took out a pen and a notebook, and then took out her cell phone, but in the end she couldn't express anything.
Mu Qiao sat on the sofa dejectedly, with cold sweat on his forehead: "I think I'm sick, please check me out."
"Are you serious?" Song Jin touched his chin, "Your behavior tonight was indeed strange. Is there any discomfort in your body? Or pain?"
Mu Qiao shook his head: "I'm in good health, but I feel sick."
He couldn't say anything else, he could only express it in this way.
Song Jin: "If there is really a problem, maybe you should see a psychiatrist or neurologist. Judging from your behavior just now, it would be more professional to let them diagnose you."
"I don't know much about that, but I know a doctor in this field. If you need it, I can make an appointment for you."
Mu Qiao saw some hope: "Okay, as soon as possible."
The next morning, Qian Yan got up very early and had breakfast in the dining room.
Not long after, Mu Qiao came downstairs wearing a pink suit. The people under him were really efficient in doing things, and now he was covered in pink.
Mu Qiao's eyes were full of chills when he saw Qian Yan. Qian Yan didn't control Mu Qiao too much. He just asked him to wear pink clothes and eat desserts. These two points alone were enough to make him collapse.
As for the rest, she hasn't thought of it yet.
Mu Qiao looked at Qian Yan's scrutinizing eyes and actually wanted to go out directly, but he couldn't go out like this. He had already informed the company that he was working remotely recently.
The moment he saw the dessert, Mu Qiao lost control of his body. He walked to his seat, sat down, and started eating the dessert.
His heart was resisting, but his body didn't listen at all at this moment.
"What do you want?" After eating the dessert, Mu Qiao felt tired and uncomfortable. He poured a large glass of water into his mouth and felt better.
After only being controlled by Pink for one night, he couldn't stand it anymore.
Qian Yan: "I want you to wear pink clothes, so you look good."
Mu Qiao pursed her lips tightly and clenched her fists: "Is this revenge?"
"Yes." Qian Yan admitted readily. It was obvious that Mu Qiao was not a fool and he should have guessed it right away.
Mu Qiao gritted his teeth: "How can we end it?"
"When I feel enough is enough."
Mu Qiao grabbed the table so hard that his fingers turned white from pinching. How long will it take?
Qian Yan ate the food slowly: "Don't you want to go to work?"
Mu Qiao said nothing, who knew what trap there was in her words. When did this woman become so terrifying? What methods did she use to control him?
Gu? Or lowering one's head? And some evil ways?
How should he save himself?
Thinking of the other party's ambiguous answer, his eyes were filled with darkness, and he absolutely could not sit still and wait for death.
Looking at the other party like that, it is impossible to let her go in a short time.