166 Are you going to beg him
"What are you thinking about?" Xiao Moye stepped forward and leaned down, with one hand resting on the desk and the other resting on the back of the chair where Chu Huan was sitting.
She came back to her senses suddenly, and quickly clicked on the next episode with the mouse. On the computer, Conan’s cartoons were played again, “I was just thinking about the micro-film. The compensation for the liquidated damages you proposed last time, Du Hai Refused to agree."
This answer was actually expected in Xiao Moye's mind, "Then what are Du Hai's plans now?"
Chu Huan pursed her lips and looked at the handsome face who was very close to her. "They learned that Duan Tang has a good relationship with the boss of the brokerage company, and they plan to go to Duan Tang to take care of the relationship and see what happened. Can you take a turn for the better?" She didn't want to lie to him, she didn't want to hide from him, that was her previous promise to him.
His eyes sank, but his face still maintained the previous look, even more gentle, "The brokerage company's boss Han Yang and Duan Tang are close buddies."
"Do you also know this relationship?" She was slightly surprised, some did not expect it, but she felt that it seemed that he knew it was also a matter of course.
"I was looking for someone to do a relationship before, and I naturally saw this information when I was investigating information."
Chu Huan still understands the mismatch between Xiao Moye and Duan Tang. But at this moment, when Xiao Moye said this, his expression was gentle and his tone was calm, as if he was just talking about something quite ordinary.
"Then... Ting'er and Du Hai go to ask Duan Tang, aren't you angry?" She carefully observed his expression. After all, Ting'er and the others first asked for Xiao Moye, and now they turned to ask Duan Tang, how could they all save his face.
"Why should I be angry?" He asked rhetorically, his expression was like a real indifference.
"Yes..."
"To me, they are just insignificant people." Like passers-by, A, B, C, Ding, if it weren't for her relationship, he wouldn't even be able to remember their names.
She choked, "They are my friends."
"I know, so I will have a good relationship with them on the face." Of course, it's just on the face. Seeing her hesitant expression, he gently picked up a bunch of her long hair and rubbed it carefully in his palm, "Huan, don't force me, this world can really make me care from the bottom of my heart." There are very few people who care about it. But once you care, it's the first life." Lips, pasted her hair, as if paying tribute.
His emotions are small and extreme, and can't be given to too many people, so strong that it can be suffocating.
She listened to him in a daze, and for a while, she didn't know what to say. Because he didn't care about Ting'er and Du Hai at all, he wouldn't be angry at their actions at all. In other words, even if they murdered and set fire, he would remain indifferent.
Is his cold feeling because he put his emotions on her body? Chu Huan looked at Xiao Moye, only to feel an unusually dry throat. In fact, she knew that he put too much affection on her, didn't she? In fact, she had already known that he cared about her far beyond her imagination.
"I know." She lowered her head and said softly. Suddenly I was afraid of what would happen if I couldn't repay his feelings!
She lowered her head so that he could only see the heart of her little head and couldn't see her expression, so he didn't understand what she was thinking at this moment.
There was a faint silence in the air, until he suddenly whispered, "Is the cartoon good-looking?"
Chu Huan was stunned for a while, and it took him a long time to realize what he was asking, so he nodded, "Also... OK, Conan is very red."
He put his hands under her armpits, picked her up suddenly, and then sat on the chair before her, put her on his knees, and watched the cartoon together.
It was not the first time that Chu Huan watched cartoons with Xiao Moye. Whenever he had a leisurely and elegant mood, he would hold her and watch it with her like this.
But the previous few times, it was in his villa, but now it was in her small apartment bedroom.
She twisted her body, "Hot." It was really hot to be held in this way in the July weather.
But he was reluctant to let go of her, "Why don't you have an air conditioner in this room?"
"You have to pay to install the air conditioner yourself. It is inconvenient to remove it when you want to move in the future," she replied.
"Then I will find someone to install it for you tomorrow, and I will have someone disassemble it for you next time I want to change the place."
"How troublesome it is." She twisted her body again, trying to get out of his arms. In fact, as long as you don't hold it like this on a hot day, she feels cool when blowing on the electric fan.
Of course, when the weather is cool, Chu Huan's children's shoes still welcome Xiao Moye's hug, especially in winter, she thought, if he was hugged, it would be quite warm.
"No trouble." He pressed her to his body, then pushed her into his arms again.
Struggle and fail!
His strength and her strength were not at the same level, so Chu Huan could only let Xiao Moye hold her like this and watch the cartoon obediently. Of course, he thoughtfully adjusted the wind of the electric fan to the strongest, blowing vigorously at them.
Chu Huan tried hard to focus all his attention on the cartoon, trying to ignore the heat in his body.
Don't say, Chu Huan, once he concentrates, he can really concentrate on the same thing, and gradually ignore everything else. Just like this moment, she really stared at Conan’s cartoon and watched carefully. The brain cells in her brain were thinking about who the murderer was, and she had forgotten that she was being held by a certain major general, let alone. To notice the strange expression on Xiao Moye's face under the smile.
"Huan..." hovering gracefully, gently ringing in her ears.
"Yeah." She just reflexively responded.
"Du Hai and Fang Ting'er went to ask Duan Tang, what did Duan Tang say?"
"Just say you need to think about it again."
"So you promised to help?"
"Yup."
"So what about you? Are you going to beg him too?"
"I..." Her voice stopped abruptly, and Chu Huan, who had been watching the cartoons intently, finally recovered. His voice is like a bewitching demon, making people unconsciously follow his words and answer one by one.
"Is that so?" His eyes fixedly looked at her, his dark eyes were deep, like a bottomless abyss, and the smile on the corner of his lips was shallow, but extremely gentle, "Isn't this going on? Huan, are you going to beg Duan Tang or not?"