C42 Loss of Reason

Cheng Bao'er, who was hugged by Mu Chen, couldn't help but want to stick to him. When she felt the coldness of the man's body, she couldn't help but sigh in satisfaction. "So cool …"

Mu Chen frowned as he looked at the red-hot Cheng Bao'er in his arms. His sharp eyes were emitting a chilling aura.

"Hot, so hot …"

Beads of sweat covered his forehead. He felt like he was being scratched by a cat. It was itchy and numb. He couldn't scratch it off even if he wanted to.

Cheng Bao'er's mind became more and more muddled. She collapsed into Mu Chen's embrace, her slender arms wrapped tightly around his neck. The clear and thick scent of a man attracted all of her nerves. She stuck close to him, following the tempting scent.

Mu Chen's scalding body was moving restlessly in his arms. His muscles tensed up in that instant, but his footsteps got faster and faster.

After putting the person in the car, Mu Chen put his arm around the restless woman and closed the car door. Then he said to Han Qing, "Go home."

Han Qing looked at the boss in surprise and asked again in disbelief, "Going home?"

"Yes." Mu Chen nodded lightly and pulled the restless Cheng Bao'er into his embrace.

Han Qing secretly looked at the situation and sighed. "What is the background of this woman? How could she let the boss bring her home personally?"

Han Qing had followed Mu Chen for almost five years. In all these years, he had never seen his boss bring a woman home on his own accord, nor have he ever seen his boss be so gentle and considerate towards a woman.

The Mu Chen in his impression had always been decisive and ruthless. Otherwise, the people in the company wouldn't be so afraid of him.

However, Han Qing knew in her heart that his boss was a person who was cold on the outside but hot on the inside. Furthermore, he must have suffered some kind of injury previously, which was why he became like this. Now that she saw her boss's gentle side, Han Qing couldn't help but to thank that woman he didn't know. Because of her, Mu Chen finally felt a bit human.

"It's so hot, it feels terrible …" Cheng Bao'er pouted her rosy lips and sobbed softly.

"It's fine, it's fine. It'll be fine after a while." Mu Chen wiped away the tears at the corner of the woman's eyes.

Cheng Bao'er, who had been quiet in the car for a while, suddenly started to make a ruckus again. She dreamily opened her eyes and saw a man's face. Xu Ziye's vulgar pig head flashed across her mind.

"You, let me go, I don't want to, let me go …"

Mu Chen looked at Cheng Bao'er, who was trembling in his arms. He frowned and comforted her softly, "Don't worry, everything is fine now."

Hearing Mu Chen's gentle tone, Han Qing's mouth was so wide open that an egg could fit inside. Since when did his boss become so gentle? This was something that only happened once every 800 years.

In fact, Mu Chen didn't know why he would feel a pang in his heart when he saw Cheng Bao'er's pitiful look. Shouldn't he hate the women of this power?

Mu Chen shook his head. He was already aware of the temptation of women to him last time, but what Mu Chen didn't expect was that Cheng Bao'er's temptation was so great. Just a kiss was enough to make his heart beat faster.