When I'm still not sure who the little thing likes, it's better not to show my feet.
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At night, Mu Junhao finished processing the last document, rubbed the plaster on his leg, thought about it and changed it again, and then opened the door of the lounge.
That little thing has long been in Mengxiang, and she holds the phone tightly in her hand, as if she is holding some baby.
Mu Junhao's eyes darkened, and his walking posture was a little unnatural.
Looking at Luo Liyan's phone with burning eyes, he gave up the idea of taking it out to have a look.
Pulling so tightly, I'm afraid I'll wake up just by moving it.
Mu Junhao couldn't tell what it was like, but he suddenly wanted to let it go, and not to delve into anything further.
After all, in the live broadcast room, Xuan Rui has always been closer to the audience than himself, and the number of people who like him is probably several times that of him.
not to mention…
If she really likes her own voice, even if there is a slight gap between her offline and online voice, it is impossible for her to feel nothing at all.
Mu Junhao felt as if his heart had been sharply scratched by a knife, and the pain was so painful that even the five sense organs of his body became dull.
But that's just a two-dimensional dimension. What does it matter who is behind the computer? !
If what she likes is Gong Ziyin, then she can also become what she likes.
As long as she can be a little bit tempted by her real self, then what's the point of changing her two-dimensional identity!
Mu Junhao stretched out his hand, and lightly drew the outline of Luo Liyan's face full of nostalgia.
Then she was covered tightly with a quilt, and after making sure that she would not be too cold, she turned around and walked out.
As soon as he left the office, the assistant came over pushing the wheelchair.
Mu Junhao looked at the wheelchair coldly, feeling that it was too glaring.
But just when everyone thought he would try to force himself to leave, Mu Junhao sat on it without saying a word.
"Go and tell the housekeeper to pack up the necessary supplies and bring small things. Recently, she and I lived in the lounge on the top floor!" Mu Junhao entered the elevator with the wheelchair, looking at the Slowly descending to the elevator floor, he opened his mouth to give orders.
His legs, as well as the little one's legs, can't stand the torment now, so they can only stay in the company for the time being.
Although this can reduce the dangers that may be encountered on the road, the security of the company is not as good as that of the villa after all.
Mu Junhao tapped lightly on the armrest of the wheelchair twice with his fingers, and told his assistant some things, so he felt a little relieved.
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When the car drove into Luo's house, Luo Xiaohe and Luo Jinghuai were already waiting.
In fact, when they received Mu Junhao's visit post, they were all at a loss. They didn't understand how he would condescend and come to visit in person.
Luo Jinghuai thought for a long time before he explained clearly the relationship between himself and Mu Junhao.
However, Luo Xiaohe didn't think that the woman his son liked would become the connection between the Luo family and the Gu Cheng Group.
After all, my son and that woman grew up together as childhood sweethearts, and I was more or less aware of whether her family had contact with Mu Junhao of the Gu Cheng Group.
If Mu Junhao was really interested in that woman, their family would not be facing a greater crisis than his own.
After analyzing like this, the two of them suddenly thought of another point.