There probably isn’t anyone more straightforward than him.
The man openly admitted that he approached her with a purpose. Nan Wan closed her eyes, resisting the urge to kick him, "Stop the car."
Liu An didn’t hear the instructions from his boss, so naturally, he wouldn’t stop.
Mu Jin Huan leaned back in the rear seat, his eyes half-closed, pressing his temples with his distinct fingers, and said lightly, "Sit tight, or jump out."
Look at this casual deanor...
Nan Wan closed her eyes again, raised her hand to tuck the stray hair from her forehead behind her ear, and looked out the window, her tone flat, "We’re not on the sa path."
Mu Jin Huan looked up, his expression calm and unhurried, "Zheng Hucai’s car is right behind us, are you sure?"
Nan Wan froze, her hand gripping the strap tightened, her lips moved, but she couldn’t say anything.
This man was sure she wouldn’t be foolish enough to draw a line with him at this mont, so he didn’t hide his intentions at all.
The phone vibrated, and Nan Wan, feeling a bit annoyed, hung up directly.
Suddenly, she felt suffocated inside the car, her breathing beca sowhat difficult, so she rolled down the window without asking for his opinion, letting the fresh air in.
Then she lowered her head slightly, her gaze faintly falling on her fingers, it was unclear what she was thinking.
It was rush hour on the way to work, so the car was moving very slowly. The wind was gentle, so it didn’t feel cold.
Silence enveloped the car again, even the sound of flipping pages disappeared, the atmosphere was sowhat... tense.
Mu Jin Huan seed to be gazing lightly at the woman’s exquisite profile, his dark eyes as deep as an abyss, but he didn’t say a word.
Sunlight stread in, wrapping around her body, outlining every strand of her hair clearly, including her long, curly eyelashes, slowly fluttering like a small brush.
A few minutes later.
Mu Jin Huan looked away, unfolded his crossed long legs, and said in a low voice, "Today... I was just passing by, not planning anything."
Upon hearing this, Nan Wan raised her head.
He... was explaining?
"Oh."
The corners of her thin lips raised into a shallow curve, slowly asking, "Cursing in your heart?"
The man’s voice was deep and magnetic, very pleasant to listen to.
At this mont, Nan Wan was finally in a relaxed state, she blinked, lightly chuckling, "How would I dare, boarding a thief’s car, was my own blindness."
She thought for a long ti, but couldn’t figure out what about herself was worth the effort for the Mu Family’s CEO to sche.
Everyone knew, without Nan Ze’s protection, the third Miss of the Nan Family, Nan Wan, was just a disgraced divorced woman, unwelcod and scorned.
That’s why so many bald old n wanted to pay to sleep with her, Zheng Hucai wasn’t the first, and likely wouldn’t be the last.
The curve on Mu Jin Huan’s lips deepened, under the warm halo of light, his distinct and sharp features appeared sowhat gentle, "Luckily, not completely blind."
Nan Wan, "..."
In a suit and tie, looking handso and extraordinary, carrying the facade of a successful businessman, it was rare to find soone this cunning.
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