The Fairy in Fast Time

Afterwards, Wen Han still failed to go to Zigui's appointment.

During this period, he tried to climb the window in the middle of the night and pick the door and lock, but all of them failed, and then he was caught by the elusive bodyguards of the Mu family.

Wen Han felt that he was short of summoning the fluorescent spirit.

Paralyzed in a large font on the soft bed, Wen Han looked loveless.

Wen Han: System, I'm so annoying.

Wen Han: Mu Ziyuan, what the hell is he thinking? He looks like a domineering CEO, and it's too cold to let xx company go bankrupt.

Wen Han: Also, he actually smashed my phone, not only did he smash it, he also let the part-time worker sweep it up as trash!ah! ?There are also porn movies I cached in it!cry.

[System: Be strong. 】

Wen Han: Be strong.

[System: It's okay to be unhappy today, and you won't be happy tomorrow either. 】

Wen Han: rolling.

The gloomy young man hugged the pillow and sat up, sighed and said to the system: It's too boring, I'll go see what little brother Mu Nian is doing.

The system didn't say anything, it felt that if Wen Han died in the future, he would die alive.

Throwing down the pillow, Wen Han put on his slippers and opened the bedroom door. Coincidentally, Mu Nian happened to be standing by the railing not far away, making a phone call.

Love rivals are jealous when they meet each other, bah, rivals who are dead are jealous when they meet each other, so the two just stared at each other for a second.

Mu Nian hung up the phone with a cold expression. He looked at the young man with growing disgust, but more jealousy.

After he returned to his room yesterday, he thought about how An Han would be punished by his father. It would be best to send him away so that he would not be an eyesore to him.

After thinking about it, Mu Nian still couldn't hold it back, so he got up and pushed open the bedroom door, hid at the stairs on the second floor, and saw everything his father had done to An Han.

Mu Nian saw that the depths of his father's eyes were full of possessive and plundering emotions, and even a little emotion that the man didn't know.

Those were exactly what Mu Nian wanted his father to look at him like. The unspeakable thoughts about his father in his heart had haunted him for nearly six years. He thought, when he became stronger and better, he would love him The man shot.

After all, he was the closest person to his father, and also the closest person.

He has plenty of time to spend slowly with men.

But these long-term plans were broken by the adopted son in front of him a few days ago.

He was easily broken by the humble adopted son in front of him.

How can we not complain, how can we not be jealous.

Mu Qingnian laughed, with an inorganic cold light in his eyes, "How does it feel to be confined at home by your father?"

Wen Han couldn't help but pause when he heard this, for some reason, he tasted a strong smell of vinegar from Mu Nian's words...

So, Wen Han didn't speak.

Seeing this, the corners of Mu Nian's lips twitched slightly, and without saying anything, he turned and went downstairs, leaving Wen Han with an aloof back.

Wen Han sighed silently: This kid, what are you trying to do?

Standing in the corridor for a while, Wen Han's thoughts of escape from the prison for the seventh time were just around the corner.

He intends to go back to his room to see if there is a fluorescent spirit that can help him escape from prison, anyway...

He is the fold-eared cat who wants to meet Zigui's brother.

And the other side.

After going down the stairs, Mu Nian took out his mobile phone, pressed a few buttons to dial a number, his voice was cold, with a little madness and determination.

"I agree to the conditions you said."

"Pleasant to work with."

***

Study room on the third floor.

The aroma of coffee wafted into this huge space, and the sunlight slanted, slowly spreading over the man's short coffee hand.

"Ahan hasn't given up yet."

The deep words overflowed from the light-colored thin lips, and the pupils were so deep that they could trigger countless imaginations, as if filled with a layer of mist.

"Young master had a quarrel in the morning and was invited back. He is angry in the bedroom now." Cheng Ke stood beside the man with his head down and sorted out the documents, and replied respectfully.

Mu Ziyuan lowered his eyes, took a sip of his coffee and said nothing, but continued to process various documents in his hand with a calm face.

"Young Master went to Starlight Park yesterday, but he was actually going to see Eldest Young Master." Cheng Ke observed the man's expression calmly, and said in a gentle tone, "I just don't know why Eldest Young Master moved his hands when he saw Young Master, but The young master did not resist."

"Fortunately, nothing major happened in the end, so the monitors didn't stop it."

The coffee cup was placed on the table by the man and made a crisp sound, which made Cheng Ke's eyelids twitch.

"Keep watching." Mu Ziyuan said lightly, "Prepare a new mobile phone for Ahan."

"Yes."

Cheng Ke bowed respectfully and was about to turn around and leave the study when the man stopped him again.

But seeing Mu Ziyuan's fingers tapping on the table, his voice was faint.

"I heard that the monitoring system of Seferola's cell phone seems to be good."

Hearing this, Cheng Ke once again bowed to the man and said in a low voice, "Yes."

The door of the study room was gently closed by Cheng Ke, leaving only Mu Ziyuan in the spacious and clean space.

The man quietly looked at his left hand, his eyelids slightly closed.

Yesterday, it was this hand that touched the boy's neck.

The warmth of the skin, the throbbing of the carotid arteries.

And the morbid satisfaction of being able to completely control him is constantly pulling his nerves.

The lewd dream of last night gradually emerged in his mind. He dreamed that he pressed the boy under his body and penetrated fiercely, with a crying face, broken moans, and white liquid sprayed out.

Mu Ziyuan's eyes gradually became dark. He slowly rubbed the fingers of his left hand with his right hand, leaned back on the back of the chair, and then gently closed his eyes.

When did it start?

It seemed that from the moment he saw the boy in the alley that day, things gradually got out of his control.

As a person with a strong desire for control, Mu Ziyuan is used to controlling everything in his own hands and running according to the trajectory he set.

But by coincidence, he saw a completely different side of the boy, and the inexplicable familiarity that rushed to his face instantly made him feel palpitations.

It's obviously not the first time we met, but why...

Why would he want him in that split second.

This crazy idea was unbelievable, but Mu Ziyuan knew that if he didn't take any action, he would definitely regret it in the future.

So, he shot.

Mu Ziyuan's mood fluctuated a bit when he knew that the young man hired [Border]'s top male publicist, but he was not easily angered after all, so it was fine if he just sent someone to send the young man back to school.

But later, when the young man refuted him for another man, the suppressed rage in his heart slowly tore apart the strings of reason. At that time, he wanted to block all the young man's words with his lips, and then press him down Wanton manipulation.

Mu Ziyuan let out a sigh of relief and opened his eyes, took a sip of the already cold coffee, suppressing the hotness in his heart.

Immediately, hoarse words overflowed from the man's lips, "Waiting, what a torment..."