494. Chapter 494 There is a kind of mourning cry: admire Fan 13
After the passion, the sky has turned pale...
The cool night breeze sneaked into the room through the window, lifting the white curtains and flying wildly.
Through the dim white street lights, you can vaguely see: clothes all over the floor, and a messy big bed, still engraved with the madness that was in full swing before.
Mu Wanqing rested her head on Yang Mufan's chest, like a docile cat, huddled in his arms, motionless.
A thin white quilt lazily covers them both, blocking their most private parts. Against the backdrop of the dim room, the picture is extremely beautiful: one strong and one weak, one strong and one soft, one black and one white.
Perfectly blending the opposing strengths of men and women.
The bedroom was extremely quiet.
Apart from the rustling of the night wind blowing through the treetops from time to time outside the window, she could only hear Yang Mufan's gentle and even breathing and the sonorous and powerful beating of his heart.
Mu Wanqing huddled in Yang Mufan's arms, but her eyes fell on his cell phone that was placed on the bedside table and flashed a green light from time to time.
Biting her lip, she shouted softly: "Yang Mufan?! Are you asleep?!"
What she responded to was just admiration for Fan's shallow breathing.
Mu Wanqing waited for a while obediently. After confirming that Yang Mufan was really asleep, she slowly stood up and got out of bed. She paid careful attention to Yang Mufan after he fell asleep and found that he was sleeping well.
It was very heavy and there was no sign of waking up, so...she picked up the nightgown that was torn in half from the ground, covered her body, took her mobile phone, and ran to the bathroom on tiptoes.
However, the bathroom door had just closed, and the sleeping man lying on the bed suddenly opened his sharp eyes like a falcon.
First he glanced at the empty bedside table next to him, then turned to the bathroom door where dim light spilled out from the gap.
As time goes by, Leng Sen's black eyes are gradually dyed with a bloodthirsty red light, becoming extremely dangerous and cruel...
After Mu Wanqing entered the bathroom, she randomly grabbed Yang Mufan's bathrobe and wrapped it around her slender body, then sat on the toilet and looked through Yang Mufan's phone.
Yang Mufan's work phone is handed over to Sirius every time he gets off work.
The mobile phone left on him is the most private.
In other words: the information that can be transmitted to the top is the most important and confidential.
But……
She clicked on her phone and found that a password was required.
Mu Wanqing sat on the toilet, frowning, thinking hard, wondering what the password of the mobile phone would be set by the man who admired Mu Fan.
After thinking for a long time, she came up with a few and quickly typed them into her phone.
However, the passwords are all incorrect.
Mu Wanqing's brows furrowed more and more tightly, and her frown deepened. After trying for a long time, she still couldn't find the correct password.
She tried all the phone numbers, birthdays, bank cards, ID cards, etc., but none of them were successful.
Yang Mufan is an absolute changer. What kind of password will he use?!
Mu Wanqing bit her lip and thought for a long time based on her understanding of Yang Mufan and simulating Yang Mufan's inner activities, but she still had no clue.
Really unable to get the password, Mu Wanqing planned to return the phone intact, but... for some reason, the moment she stood up, she accidentally entered another password into his phone.
result……
After entering the last number, the phone lock suddenly opened.
Mu Wanqing immediately froze on the spot in shock.
