"I went back to the Mu family villa." Mu Qingqing's voice sounded softly in the quiet bedroom.
Cheng Moyan frowned, put away the blower, and continued to ask, "Why didn't you say anything when you left?"
"I felt uncomfortable after dancing, so I found a place to sit down. I don't know what happened, but suddenly I fainted. When I woke up, people were already outside." I still felt in my heart.
She was a little nervous, because she was afraid that he would not believe her, and then she would be greeted with an embarrassing punishment that she didn't know.
Cheng Moyan's frown deepened, "Then why don't you come back to me?"
Mu Qingqing was a little shocked because of his rare patience.
Not to mention her, Cheng Moyan himself did the same, but he didn't want to find out why.
Mu Qingqing was shocked, but she still answered truthfully. After all, she was not a masochist. If she was given a chance to explain, she would not just push it away.
"I wanted to come back, but my foot was sprained, so I went to the clinic."
"one person?"
"No." Mu Qingqing knew that he couldn't lie about this, because he obviously knew that she was with another person, and that it was a man, but he didn't know who that person was.
"who is he?"
"..."
"Don't tell me?" Cheng Moyan was a little angry. Did she and that man really have an affair as Si Kong Nan said? Otherwise, why would she protect him so much?!
Mu Qingqing really didn't want to talk about it. What if he found out that she secretly went to work and he asked her to resign in anger? Even though she had decided to be a good mistress, she still wanted to insist on going to work.
"If you don't say yes..." Seeing that she didn't say anything, Cheng Moyan stopped asking any more questions and took the phone to make a call.
As soon as Mu Qingqing saw him like that, she knew that he wanted to send someone to investigate. If it was found out, she would not be the only one to suffer, and it might even implicate their company. Although she didn't like Chen Ming, she still
She won't harm him either.
"He's our president."
Cheng Moyan paused in dialing and looked at her, "President?"
Mu Qingqing's head lowered as low as possible, "Well, I...work in a company."
Cheng Moyan raised his eyebrows, "At work?"
Mu Qingqing nodded.
The bed beside him sank, and his waist was gently held by a warm hand.
"what company?"
"Xinghai Group."
"Position?"
"Assistant to the president." Subconsciously, she left out the word "private" because she knew Cheng Moyan's overbearing possessiveness was something she couldn't bear.
Because this possessiveness has nothing to do with love.
"When did it start?"
"Almost a month ago."
"Well..." Cheng Moyan nodded, "Are you still used to it?"
Mu Qingqing looked up at him in surprise. He was not angry. Moreover, was the hand he gently caressed her back trying to comfort her? It should be, because she seemed to be trembling instinctively again.
"Someone is taking it, so it's not bad."
"Well," the man responded lightly, and then the hand on his waist tightened, and the man's voice became a bit stern, "I have no problem with you going out to work, but you have to remember not to interact with men outside.
"
Mu Qingqing was completely shocked, but...
"Yeah." She nodded as if she was afraid that he would change his mind after a delay.
She is very hopeless, is there any reason?!
Only then did the man let go of his hand that was ravaging her waist, but he still half hugged her, "Well, it's late, let's go to bed."