At first, he thought it was De's wife who delivered him milk on time. However, after waiting for a long time, he neither saw the milk cup placed on the table nor heard the other party speaking. Yang Mufan frowned and instinctively looked up.
But when he raised his eyes, he saw Mu Wanqing, whose face was still severely deformed.
At that moment, his frown deepened and tightened.
With his tall and straight body, he leaned back on the chair and asked coldly: "Is something wrong?!"
The voice sounded like it had come through the coldest depths of winter, without any warmth and filled with endless disgust and disdain.
"..." Mu Wanqing bit her lip and stared at him quietly for a long time before speaking in a low voice, "Tomorrow is Monday and Diaper should go to school. However, I am worried that something will happen to her at school.
So, I want to ask you, can you send someone to keep an eye on her..."
Mu Wanqing said these words in an extremely low voice and lacked confidence.
She hadn't spoken to anyone in such a condescending tone for a long, long time.
Hearing this, Yang Mufan raised his thick and handsome eyebrows. After pondering for a moment, he spoke lightly. As he spoke, he sat up straight and looked at the computer, as if he was about to start working seriously: "I will think about it."
After browsing the company's internal website with a wireless mouse for a while, he felt that Mu Wanqing had no intention of leaving. Yang Mufan raised his eyes to look at her again: "Is there anything else?!"
"..." Mu Wanqing stood in front of the desk, a little reserved and nervous.
After staring at him warily for a moment, she summoned up all her courage and asked cautiously: "...You said before that Ji Lianjing will be rescued in three days. Tomorrow is..."
With a "pop~" sound, Yang Mufan slammed the mouse in his hand on the table.
There was anger rising and spreading in the cold black eyes, which was particularly terrifying and frightening.
Before she could finish her words, Yang Mufan ordered in an emotionless voice: "Go to the guest room next door, wash yourself clean, and then lie down on the bed!!"
Upon hearing this, Mu Wanqing turned to stone and stared at the man whose face was filled with evil aura and ferociousness with particularly frightened eyes.
Following Yang Mufan's order, after Mu Wanqing cleaned herself, she stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window of the room, staring at the boundless night outside the window in a daze.
The windows were wide open.
The cold night wind poured in wantonly, rushing towards her with a whistling sound.
She had just washed her hair and before she had time to dry it, the cold wind passed through her hair and touched her skin, which was bitingly cold.
Mu Wanqing instinctively wrapped herself in a thick bathrobe.
I don't know whether it was too cold at night after the fall, or for some other reason. Mu Wanqing felt as if she had fallen into an ice cellar and could not feel the slightest warmth.
At two o'clock in the morning, when Yang Mufan finished handling company affairs, turned off the computer and went to the guest room, the moment he opened the door, he saw the woman standing in front of the window in trance.
In the room, only a dim wall lamp was lit.
The dim light slanted on her petite body, making her look even thinner and thinner.
The cold wind howled, rolling up the beige curtains and her hair, dancing gracefully.
Yang Mufan stood at the door for a long time, and then walked towards her with slender legs. When helping to close the window, Mu Wanqing was in a trance. She felt a black shadow flash in front of her, and she had no time to see it clearly.
Then he blurted out out of habit: "Jing, don't close the window..."
