novelraw Chapter 214 - 141. Mr. Mu indulged in beauty, neglecting his career. _3
Chapter 214 - 141. Mr. Mu indulged in beauty, neglecting his career. _3
Before her father got addicted to gambling, she was the beloved daughter of her parents, never having done such hard labor, so her hands were already red within a short twenty minutes.But she couldn’t feel any pain...
From beginning to end, she kept her head lowered.
Only after the two people went upstairs, one after the other, and entered the study, did she return to her original spot to continue wiping the floor.
Alone in the living room, she finally exhaled deeply, her icy body not as rigid anymore.
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In the study.
Nan Wan nestled lazily and comfortably in the man’s arms.
She gathered her scattered long hair to one side and casually combed it, "I asked her to cook porridge for me tomorrow. If you wake up early, remind Aunt Zhou not to interfere."
Initially, she didn’t want to move so quickly, but what happened last night already occurred, and dragging it out wouldn’t just make Zhao Ying nervous and fearful, it would also annoy her.
Nan Wan wasn’t worried about Zhao Ying doing anything to her but was more worried about her dog.
The last time Barton was unwell, it was just a minor problem, proving that Zhao Ying’s nature isn’t bad. However, after last night’s failed seduction, things might change.
After all, those who have nothing to lose are the most terrifying.
"Mm," Mu Jin Huan responded indifferently.
He had already taken off his suit before entering the study, leaving only a white shirt on, with two buttons undone and his tie askew.
No longer the decisive and forceful President Mu in the business world, but rather Mr. Mu, embracing warmth and softness.
Languid, dignified.
His dark eyes were half-closed, his voice low and magnetic, "I got you a two-week leave, bear with lying in bed for a few days."
Nan Wan felt the man’s breath on her neck making her a bit itchy, so she moved aside, "I’m quite happy to rest, what’s there to endure?"
Mu Jin Huan slightly furrowed his brows, pulling her back again, his voice casual, "For Doctor Nan, who wouldn’t delay work even with a hailstorm, saying such things, it surprises me."
Nan Wan lifted her head, looking at the man’s distinct profile, asked, "Didn’t you say you would take care of me?"
Mu Jin Huan kept a calm face and countered, "Didn’t you say you didn’t need my support?"
"Don’t you know women always say the opposite of what they mean?" Nan Wan spoke without thinking, and by the time she reacted, it was too late.
At this moment, she wished she could bite off her tongue.
"Now I know," Mu Jin Huan opened his dark eyes, looking down at the woman in his arms with a half-smile, "In the future, I’ll listen to you oppositely."
She was no longer a vague and elusive presence; he could clearly feel the changes in her every day.
Nan Wan felt a bit uncomfortable, her gaze landing on the carpet, and she didn’t speak further.
After a few minutes of silence, Mu Jin Huan asked in a low voice, "Did I hurt you last night?"
Upon hearing this, a wave of heat surged across Nan Wan’s cheeks, the blush spreading from her earlobes down to her neck. Thankfully, she was wearing a high-neck sweater, so it wasn’t visible.
She pushed away the arms encircling her waist, her voice somewhat irritated, "Can you not bring that up?"
He didn’t mention it, and now he proactively asked?
Being drugged, no matter the gender, anyone would be quite averse to someone knowingly mentioning it.
Like Shen Zhimei...
At one point, she even suspected she would be silenced.
Mu Jin Huan raised his hand to pinch the woman’s cheek, laughing lowly, "Alright, I won’t mention it."
After putting on her slippers, Nan Wan stood up, her long hair cascading down, covering the unnatural redness on her cheeks, her voice stiff, "I’m not hungry, you have dinner by yourself."
She was about to return to her room to sleep, but before she could take a step, the man seized her wrist, pulling her directly into his lap.
Mu Jin Huan frowned, his tone unfriendly, "You asked me to come back to keep you company, and now you’re telling me to eat dinner alone?"
He rushed to finish the remaining work in an hour, postponed the evening’s socializing, and drove home by six o’clock.
All of this, just because of her gentle and soft-spoken line: Then put down your work and come keep me company.
Nan Wan fell into the man’s lap; her body already felt sore and uncomfortable all over, not to mention his hard chest, which was worse than the carpet, which at least was soft.
But she couldn’t say it outright, especially since she just mentioned not bringing up last night’s affairs.
Her delicate brows furrowed, her voice very soft, "I’m really not hungry."
Mu Jin Huan also realized his earlier actions were a bit abrupt, staring at the woman’s not-so-pleased little face for a moment, and then rubbed her shoulder, which had been bumped, with his rough palm.