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When Mu Jin Huan got ho, Aunt Zhou was setting the table in the dining room.
Hearing the door open, she quickly put down what she was doing and ran to the entrance, taking out the slippers and placing them by his feet.
Mu Jin Huan changed his shoes, went to the living room, poured a glass of water, his Adam’s apple moving as he drank, and by the ti he set the glass down, its level had dropped by half.
He looked around but didn’t see her, so he asked Aunt Zhou, "Where’s Wanwan?"
He left work on ti today; usually, at this ti, she would be in the living room, having prepared tea for him, waiting for his return.
Aunt Zhou replied, "Madam is in the study."
Except for als, she had stayed in the study all the ti, despite the beautiful daylight, not even going for a stroll in the backyard. She probably hadn’t recovered from the fright yet.
Mu Jin Huan stretched his long legs and went upstairs.
He didn’t go straight to the study but went to the walk-in closet to change his shirt first.
His long legs stopped at the study door, and he pushed it open. The light inside was very bright, with all the lights turned on, including the desk lamp.
The curtains were not drawn, presenting a world completely different from the dark outside.
Curled up in the bean bag chair, Nan Wan just looked up at him when she heard the sound, then continued to watch the movie, casually asking, "Not busy today?"
Mu Jin Huan approached and sat down beside the woman.
Playing on the tablet was "South Wind Knows My Heart," starring Lu Li, which had won nurous awards and was hailed by industry insiders as a pinnacle of art films in the past decade.
Every fra, every scene was as beautiful as a painting.
He glanced at it casually, pulled her into his arms, letting her lean against him, and naturally kissed her cheek, his eyes gentle, "Who is busy every day?"
Nan Wan turned off the movie, looked up, and gave the man a half-smile, "When did you start changing clothes before talking to when you co ho?"
The shirt he was wearing now was the sa brand and series as the one he wore when he left in the morning, with a similar color, only a slight difference in the sleeve series.
Hearing the woman’s words, a ripple flickered in Mu Jin Huan’s deep dark eyes but quickly vanished.
His voice was low and steady, "I smoked in the afternoon, was afraid the sll would bother you."
Nan Wan seed to suddenly understand and nodded slightly, "...I see."
Her brows and eyes were gentle and calm, showing no extraordinary emotion.
With so many things happening these days, Mu Jin Huan could only relax at ho.
The rough fingers gently kneaded the skin beneath the woman’s ear, a tender and affectionate touch, "Let’s go downstairs for dinner, then we’ll stay at a hotel."
Nan Wan was a bit puzzled, "Huh? Why?"
Mu Jin Huan’s sharply defined face softened, with his deep black eyes like the ocean—a mature man’s hormonal charm, "You had a nightmare last night. If we stay sowhere else for two days, those ssy things won’t haunt your dreams."
Nan Wan stared blankly at this man, giving her an ungraspable sense of loss, yet he handed her a sweet treat.
Thinking back now, it was just a suspiciously ulterior photo. The photographer’s goal was probably to mislead her.
Nan Wan, he’s right here beside you. What are you afraid of...
After a while, she softly asked, "Have you found that person?"
The tablet in her hand was taken away, and then the man’s warm kiss gently pressed down, his low and husky voice spilling from their connected lips, "Not yet, but I promise, I will find them."
Qing City was only so big; going through it twice, it would be done.
No matter who it was, he wouldn’t let them off easily.
Nan Wan, breathing unsteady, pushed against the man’s chest, her brows slightly furrowed, looking at him with disapproval, "I thought you were so capable, turns out you’re just okay..."
Mrs. Mu’s cheeks were rosy, her eyebrows lively, a sight Mr. Mu hadn’t seen in many days.
"You’re rebellious!" A stir of emotion, the strong slender arm pulled the woman onto his lap to sit, his big hand avoiding her rounded pregnant belly, beginning to explore, his voice sensual and hoarse, "Is this a sign of needing discipline?"
"No need, it’s hot, don’t lean so close to ," Nan Wan initially didn’t mind, but feeling the man’s actions, her cheeks turned red as if to bleed, glaring at him, "What are you doing with your hands!"
Mu Jin Huan’s handso face remained calm, only his eyes slightly warr than usual, as if a fire was burning.
His thin lips parted slightly, speaking two words, "Touching you."
Nan Wan, "..."
Not daring to et the man’s gaze, she leaned back to avoid his kiss, the redness on her cheeks spreading to her collarbone, "Take your hands off, I’m uncomfortable."
Worried about hurting her and the baby, Mu Jin Huan rarely crossed that line, mostly just kissing and touching to ease the itch, "Then behave, don’t move around."
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