C7 Can't You Tell

Qiao Anran inwardly sneered, and casually sat on the chair opposite him, slightly raising her eyebrows, "Why can't I come if Jiang Han'an can come? Say more … Putting up your pants and not recognizing anyone is not your style. "

She deliberately dragged the sound a bit longer so that it wouldn't get stuck in her chest and she wouldn't be able to get down.

Mu Yueze frowned and a layer of coldness covered his cold face. He stared at Qiao Anran and asked: "It's not my style?!" You're getting bolder and bolder. "

Layers upon layers of chilliness came pressing down on him, bit by bit.

Qiao Anran let out a breath of air without batting an eyelid. "What's wrong, did Jiang Han'an complain to you?"

She raised her eyes and looked at him with a faint smile. "Those shameful things have been exposed, and I am the first one to be harmed. I am not that stupid. By the way, she seems to know something, but there's no evidence. "I …"

"I don't need you to remind me of that."

Mu Yueze interrupted Qiao Anran's words in a low voice. His gaze stayed on her hands for a few seconds and a hint of impatience flashed across his eyes.

Qiao Anran pulled back her injured hand, clenched her fist as if nothing had happened, and looked at his angular face.

Without thinking, she stood up under his gaze, walked slowly to his side, and bent down.

With one hand on the desk and the other on the back of the swivel chair, he lowered his head and inched closer to him.

Mu Yueze's eyebrows twitched as he squinted his long and narrow eyes.

At such a distance, he could clearly see Qiao Anran's delicate face, charming eyes, and lips as red as blood that made others unable to resist her.

He couldn't help but feel a slight lift of his hand. This woman was simply a poison.

Therefore, just as Qiao Anran was about to stop at a safe distance, he grabbed her wrist and pulled her hard.

The center of gravity he had exerted on his arm shifted and his body fell down.

When he was about to hit the edge of the table, Mu Yueze used more strength and pulled her into his arms, then fiercely hit his chest.

A familiar cold perfume quickly spread from his nose to his nose, and the palm of his hand that covered his wrist was dry and warm.

His heartbeat quickened.

When he raised his head, he could see a pair of cold, mocking eyes that reflected his own panicked and helpless expression.

Besides going to bed, this was the first time Qiao Anran was so close to him.

He was so close that he could clearly see the thick, long eyelashes and the mocking smile on the corner of his mouth. His heart instantly turned cold.

Mu Yueze lowered his head slowly and stared coldly at Qiao Anran. His fingertips caressed her face a few times. The warm breath landed on her face, but he suddenly said.

"Qiao Anran, don't play any tricks on me, I'm not going to use your method."

When he said these words, his tone was extremely gentle, and even the coldness within those words went deep into the marrow of his bones.

It was as if someone was ruthlessly reminding her not to take even half a step outside of the lightning pool.

Holding onto her trembling heart, she raised her hand and wrapped it around Mu Yueze's neck. She smiled innocently at him: "It doesn't matter if you eat this or not. The important thing is that your fiancée robbed me of my business and left me in a bind. I can only try to hold your thighs tight. "

Mu Yueze's thin lips slightly lifted, and the light in his eyes slightly loosened: "Are you begging me?"

Qiao Anran smiled shamelessly. "Can't you tell?"

She even raised her hand to help him adjust his tie, forcing herself to ignore the probing look on the top of her head.

He scoffed lightly and pushed her aside. "You really don't feel disgusted that you're asking me to do something like this."