The young master has changed... and has become unknown to everyone.
Seeing this shivering look, Mu Xicheng felt a strong feeling of disgust towards himself. Who is he now, a puppet who can't control himself?
He is so incompetent that he can only bully his subordinates? But he has nowhere to vent the depression trapped in this vortex...
He Xiuzi followed closely and asked carefully: "Ian, are you in a bad mood?"
Mu Xicheng tensed his jaw coldly, took off his shoes, and walked barefoot on the carpet.
He Xiuzi changed his shoes, picked up a pair of slippers and followed him hurriedly: "Ian, put on your slippers."
"Go away——"
"ian..."
"It's not your turn to teach me what to do!" Mu Xicheng suddenly turned around and coldly grabbed He Xiuzi's hair with his big palm.
The shiny black hair instantly becomes loose and draped down, looking soft and pure.
Her hair was of such good quality that when Mu Xicheng held it in his hand, it slipped unsteadily.
Such a weak and beautiful woman opened a pair of sparkling eyes: "I know, I shouldn't go to the apartment today. I'm sorry, I was wrong. I won't do it again next time!"
Any man would be fascinated by such a woman, but there was only disgust in Mu Xicheng's eyes.
He Xiuzi felt sad - his gentle side could only be shown to Chanel now.
As soon as he left Chanel, he seemed to be a different person.
Whenever he treats her as well as Chanel, she will be completely satisfied.
However, whether it is the gentle Mu Xicheng or the violent Mu Xicheng, she loves them both.
Mu Xicheng stopped his hand and grabbed her hair harder: "How dare you do it again!?"
"Really not, not anymore." He Xiuzi said flatteringly, "Today is an exception. You clearly promised to accompany me today. We haven't seen each other for 18 days. You see, during the agreed time, I behaved
, never showed up once.”
Mu Xicheng put down his hands, unbuttoned the two buttons on his shirt, and sat on the sofa.
He Xiuzi personally stepped forward to pour him tea. Seeing that his expression finally softened, she smiled and said:
"Ian, do you think Chanel would be scared if she saw what you looked like just now?"
The water that was passed to me was suddenly knocked away.
Mu Xicheng frowned coldly: "Don't ever mention her in front of me."
"Why?" He Xiuzi seemed to have become accustomed to Mu Xicheng's violent appearance. She smiled softly and picked up the water glass that fell on the carpet.
"You don't deserve it."
He Xiuzi smiled bitterly: "Yes, I don't deserve it. I just need to be worthy of you."
She put down the cup, sat on his lap, and wrapped her arms around Mu Xicheng's neck.
He reached out to hold her hand, but she held it tightly, her body rubbing against his sensitive points, seemingly absent.
Feeling that Mu Xicheng's body stiffened and his breathing was a little heavy, He Xiuzi smiled evilly.
She knew something about his body.
Mu Xicheng has mental mysophobia and has been suppressing his physiological reactions and not playing with women outside.
The desire for Chanel that he wanted but couldn't have was accumulated. Every time He Xiuzi touched it gently, his body with huge hidden energy exploded!
"Get away." Mu Xicheng reached out and grabbed her arm.
He Xiuzi hugged her tightly: "Ian, you forgot how you agreed..."
"..."
"As long as we can have children, you can escape from the status quo, right?"