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Chapter 134 Husband X Regrets Woman (12)
Lu Mufan drank a few glasses outside, slightly smoked, his body was stained with alcohol, and his usual gentle eyes made him feel more comfortable now.
He opened the door and went in, loosening the tie around his neck, and smelling a hint of perfume on the tip of his nose, Lu Mufan paused, walked a few steps forward, and looked at the room vigilantly.
With a turn, arrived at the sofa.
He stopped abruptly, his eyes tight.
Yang Mu wore a white shirt that was very spacious, making her petite, with a loose collar, showing her collarbone, her hair scattered, and a slapped face with a nervous look.
She bit her lower lip and called Lu Mufan softly.
Lu Mufan glanced at her, frowning, and tied back the tie that had just been loosened. He pursed his lips, took a cold drink and took a sip without looking at her: "How did you come in?"
Seeing that he was not angry, Yang Mu felt a bit of joy: "Don't drink something too cold when you drink, I will pour you water."
As she spoke, she went to the table to get a cup, and walked on the ground with her bare white feet. Lu Mufan pinched the can and turned to look at her: "Don't move."
Yang Mu's hand that was about to touch the table shrank instantly. She turned around and looked at Lu Mufan timidly.
But unexpectedly, he bowed his head and threw the can in the trash can, then moved his footsteps, leaving her a back. Yang Mu felt a little anxious and didn't understand what he meant. It didn't look angry, but she ignored her.
Yang Mu opened his mouth. Before he could speak, he heard a cold voice: "Miss Yang is too much. She broke into my room privately. Is this your company's rules?"
Lu Mufan turned his back to her and couldn't see the expression, but his back was straight, and the feeling of alienation on his body became stronger. Yang Mu raised his head and said, "I'm just..."
Halfway through the conversation, but unable to speak, she lowered her head and sobbed.
Lu Mufan turned around. The little girl was really inexplicable. She sneaked into his room without explaining anything. She was still crying now. There was impatience between his brows: "Get out."
Yang Muji raised his head, and a trace of surprise crossed his teary eyes: "Why?"
Lu Mufan chuckled slightly, his lips filled with sarcasm, and he raised his eyes and said, "You came to me in this way to talk about work?"
Yang Mu was a little cramped for an instant.
He spoke again: "Even if it is, I have nothing to talk about. Get out."
Yang Mu stood still.
The impatience between Lu Mufan's eyebrows became more and more obvious, and others couldn't see it just now, even Yang Mu was aware of it right now. She felt a little flustered, but she refused to give up the chance she had finally gotten.
Yang Mu clutched the corner of his shirt: "Why can't I stay? I have long liked you."
Lu Mufan raised his eyebrows, looked up at her, and laughed, as if he had heard something funny, Yang Mu boldly walked over, his legs are long and thin.
She gathered her hair, no longer cowardly, and stared at Lu Mufan: "I just like you, why can't you give me a chance?"
Lu Mufan pursed his lips, resisting impatience, alienated and resisted, and asked, "I came here with my wife. The relationship is very good and inseparable. Why should I give you a chance?"
Yang Mu insisted that he was dying to face and suffer.
She lifted her chin directly: "No, you are all getting divorced. Don't lie to me."
Lu Mufan narrowed his eyes and his expression was cold: "Miss Yang, please go out and tell Wei Li, you don't have to think about cooperation."
He is alive and well just like being exposed to a lie and then angry.
Yang Mu felt more confident: "You are married, and your relationship is not harmonious. Now you are going to divorce. Since this is the case, why can't you give me a chance?"
Lu Mufan lowered his face.
She said vigorously: "When I came in just now, I ran into your wife."
Lu Mufan's angry eyes suddenly widened, and his brows were tightly frowned. Yang Mu kindly comforted: "But she is not angry at all, and told me not to feel guilty."
He tightened his jaw and tugged on his tie, his face even more ugly, as if his chest was tight.
Yang Mu looked at his expression, his eyelashes trembled, he moved closer, raised his arms, the sleeves of the white shirt were wide and big, and Lu Mufan looked at her sharply.
Yang Mu paused, did not hook his arm up, but said softly, "She told me that you like having people hooking your neck the most."
His face was gloomy, he heard every word she said, the tight string in his mind was pulled to the extreme, the anger between his brows was exposed, and he said sharply: "Get out."
Yang Mu was taken aback by surprise.
The next morning, Cen Simiao came out of the room full of energy, glanced at Lu Mufan's door, raised an eyebrow, wondering how he is now.
She turned around immediately, but was taken aback.
Lu Mufan was standing behind her.
He was dressed well and looked good, but with a sullen face, holding the room card in his hand, he just closed the door.
This is a change of room.
Cen Simiao said hello with a smile, Lu Mufan ignored it at all, didn't even glance at it, and turned away. She touched her nose, did not chase after him uninterestingly, and waited for him to walk for a while before she moved.
Cen Simiao is very satisfied with these things. She is particularly at ease these days, and of course she has not forgotten to discuss a few business deals.
She huddled with other bosses, carefully talking about the company's planning and business projects, and if interested, hope they can invest.
Cen Simiao was particularly open when playing, wantonly and free and easy, and very public. You can talk about business and behave properly. Those people were a little surprised. After listening to her for a while, they really became interested.
Not only the company, but also people.
That's what Zhou Moyu thinks. He is also a son who is used to eating, drinking and having fun, but he is not sloppy in his career. The women around you are quite good at playing, but you can't go deeper, or you will feel embarrassed.
If he is with knowledgeable people, he will feel bored within two days because he can't play together.
Cen Simiao really had an appetite for him.
He walked to Cen Simiao with a drink and handed it to her. Cen Simiao took the opportunity, feeling a little thirsty. He smiled with a bright eye and raised his brows: "You just run out to play like this, are you afraid of getting tan?"
Cen Simiao glanced down at herself: "So I bought the most expensive sunscreen."
Zhou Moyu laughed at the words, exaggeratedly, and shook his head: "Yes, I admire it."
She squinted her eyes and ignored it. On the contrary, Zhou Moyu was even more energetic and kept chatting with other things. He knew that this was Lu Mufan's wife, so he still had scruples. Others seem to be chatting with close friends.
Ambiguous is not considered ambiguous, it depends on where you think.
He also heard about Lu Mufan's divorce with her, and he didn't believe it at first, but these days Lu Mufan saw her with a straight face, ignored her, and treated her as air, which seemed to be very annoying.
Zhou Moyu only believed.
He secretly glanced at Lu Mufan and was holding the wine glass. Under the light, Lu Mufan's profile looked a little cold.
Zhou Moyu leaned over to say a few words to Cen Simiao, and the two of them laughed very happily, as if they had a good relationship. He raised his head and glanced at Lu Mufan again, without any response.
Zhou Moyu relaxed.
There are parties at night, just watching the night scene and dancing together on the beach. Cen Simiao didn't want to participate, but Zhou Moyu just dragged her over. When went out, happened to see Lu Mufan walking towards the hotel.
He glanced at Zhou Moyu's hand on her arm.
Cen Simiao suddenly tightened.
Zhou Moyu, who was next to him, noticed something was wrong, and quickly let go, greeted with a smile, explained clearly, and said to Cen Simiao: "Hurry up, I'm still waiting for you to be a dance partner at night."
Lu Mufan pursed his lips, turned and left without saying a word.
Cen Simiao turned to look at his back, but was dragged out by Zhou Moyu. He was still talking in his ear. It is estimated that the whole hotel lobby could hear: "What are you nervous about? He won't blame you, I just advance Chase you."
Her scalp is numb.
When he arrived at the dancing place, Cen Simiao saw Yang Mu and Wei Li hugging each other in circles. She had a stare. Although the result of that night was not clear, it was definitely not much different from what she thought.
Yang Mu definitely did not take advantage.
But she could still smile, and she didn't treat Wei Li with the slightest uncomfortable in her heart, which was really powerful. Cen Simiao was thinking about it, and Zhou Moyu made an inviting gesture. He was personable and there was a hint of freedom between his brows.
No one will refuse the invitation of others to dance on this occasion, otherwise it will not give face.
She stretched her hand over.
Zhou Moyu danced very well, and the temperament of his whole person changed a little, Cen Simiao followed him, dancing back and forth. She bent her eyes and smiled, Zhou Moyu saw a trace of appreciation in her eyes, and couldn't help but bow her head closer.
Cen Simiao felt his warm breathing, frowned and raised his eyes, but suddenly saw Lu Mufan standing not far away. A woman beside him was inviting him to dance.
I don't know if he promised.
Zhou Moyu's voice is low: "You dance well."
Cen Simiao retracted her gaze and glanced at him: "Nonsense."
I went to see Lu Mufan again, but Zhou Moyu hugged him in a circle and changed his position. couldn't see where Lu Mufan stayed.
After dancing, Cen Simiao returned to the chair to rest, Lu Mufan stayed there too, holding a red wine glass in his hand, taking a sip from time to time. She jumped in sweat and was exhausted.
The night scene is very beautiful, with the lights shining on the sea, a hazy halo.
She couldn't help but pick up the mobile phone from the table to take pictures. This is where everyone puts the mobile phone. It is inconvenient to put it on her body when playing.
Zhou Moyu came over to talk again, joking, she was impatient to deal with a few words, he got more and more energetic, Cen Simiao put the phone down, pushed him away, then stood up, picked up the phone from the table and left.
Back in the room, Cen Simiao took a shower first, and after a while, her hair came out wet, dried with a towel, and went to grab the mobile phone on the coffee table.
Head down but stunned, not her cell phone.
This is Lu Mufan's.
She frowned, and suddenly heard the door ring, stood up quickly, asked who it was, and Lu Mufan's voice sounded. Cen Simiao opened the door and pursed her lips when she saw him.
He looked cold: "I'll get the phone."
Cen Simiao nodded, and turned around quickly to the coffee table. He didn't say to let him in, but he heard footsteps behind him and the sound of closing the door.
Her brow jumped, her hand slipped accidentally, and the phone fell to the floor.
Cen Simiao hurriedly bent over to pick it up, and said sorry to Lu Mufan. She was wearing pajamas with a very short skirt. With such a bending, large areas of skin were exposed to the air.
She touched the phone and was about to turn around, but suddenly she felt heavy on her body. Cen Simiao couldn't help falling onto the sofa, her back pressed against her warm body.
Feeling he was opening his clothes and groping slowly.
Cen Simiao couldn't see his expression and gritted her teeth anxiously: "What are you doing?"
He said: "You."