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When Li Moshu saw Mu Beihan sitting far away, she approached him and sat beside him.

The fragrance that assaulted his nose was the smell of marinating cosmetics.

Mu Beihan frowned. This pungent smell made him very uncomfortable, as it was not on Yan Luoluo.

When she was on the bed, the smell of her body captivated him. Every time, she would bury her head in her neck and inhale a few mouthfuls. It was the smell of milk mixed with the fragrance of jasmine, which was really addictive.

Thinking about this, Mu Beihan felt like he couldn't control himself. He crossed his legs and covered his lower body's reaction.

Dammit, why did I think of her again? Why did my self-control become so weak?

Li Moshu quietly took Mu Beihan's arm and said softly, "Elder Brother Mu, you haven't seen me for so long. Don't you miss me at all?"

Mu Beihan didn't give her any face as he pulled his hand away and sat back down on the seat where Li Moshu started to sit.

Mu Beihan said, "Li Moshu, you don't have to waste your time here. Even if you and my family agree to our marriage and force me to marry you, it's impossible for me to marry you."

Li Moshu could not believe what she heard. She steadied her voice and said: "Elder Brother Mu, what are you saying, if you don't marry me, who else can you marry? In the entire upper class, I am the most suitable for you.

Mu Beihan didn't even look at her, he took out a cigarette and held it in his hand, "If you're not satisfied, just go and complain. Mu Beihan didn't even look at her, took out a cigarette and held it in his hand, and said:" If you're not satisfied, just complain.

Li Moshu clenched her hands into fists, her nails digging into her flesh. However, she still said, feeling wronged, "Elder Brother Mu, how can you say that. I know you really love me. You must have some difficulties, right?"

Mu Beihan said impatiently, "Do you not understand my words? "Since that's the case, there's no need to continue the conversation. I'll be leaving first."

When he got up to leave, Li Moshu came forward and grabbed his arm. Finally, unable to maintain her false nobility, she said in a high-pitched voice, "You haven't seen me in so many years, and the first time you saw me, you said that you wanted to come into contact with me. Let me guess, could it be that there's some small wave of hooves outside trying to seduce you?"

Mu Beihan was disgusted. Even though they had known each other for so many years and they were engaged in name only, he was still not used to people touching him.

He pulled his hand out of the Demon Claw, but didn't argue and just left.

Li Moshu felt guilty for not bothering to explain things to him.

Li Moshu stood on the spot. If there really was someone who was so daring as to steal her man, she would definitely let that person suffer a fate worse than death!

She turned around and picked up her bag, following behind Mu Beihan.

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Mu Beihan passed by the hall when he went out. The three people were still happily eating there. They didn't even have time to think before realizing that they were already standing in front of the three tables.

Mu Beihan greeted him and said, "Director Cheng, what a coincidence, you're also having your meal here."

The three of them looked up at Mu Beihan with the same puzzled expression. This made him very unhappy.

Cheng Jinchuan nodded: "It's indeed a coincidence. Director Mu, what can I do for you?"

A subtext of the shopping mall. If there's nothing else, you can leave.

However, this person acted as if he didn't understand and said, "It's nothing much, just on a whim. I heard that the spurs of this restaurant are very good, so I came here to try them. Unfortunately, there aren't any seats left."

Cheng Jinchuan and Yan Luoluo looked around at the sparsely populated hall. Was he serious?

"The waiter said that the other seats have been reserved. I can't take them."

Yan Luoluo could not help but feel a pang in her heart. Would you even care if someone else had booked a reservation? Who dares not give you a seat...

Yan Qingfan, who was eating obediently, blinked. It was time for him, the best wingman, to appear.