After a while, Han Muzi turned around and coughed lightly.

Come in.

Ye Moshen followed her into the door and closed the door. Han Muzi walked inside and said: Change your shoes yourself, I haven't cooked food yet, change your shoes and go to the living room to wait for me.

After saying that, Han Muzi hid in the kitchen and closed the door with her backhand.

After she boiled the water, she stood there staring at the water.

She wanted to invite Ye Moshen to come for dinner, but later she regretted it, but she didn't expect him to see it.

Bastard Ye Moshen.

Han Muzi secretly cursed him in her heart, but she was still happy when she thought that someone could have dinner with her.

Halfway through dinner, Ye Moshen suddenly pushed the door and came in.

Han Muzi was shocked: Why are you here for?

Is there anything I need to help? Ye Moshen sat in the living room for a while and felt that it was not good to stay in the living room all the time. It was not his intention to let his woman get busy in the kitchen by herself.

So he simply went straight into the kitchen.

No. Han Muzi answered and said: It will be fine soon. If you want to help, take out the bowl and chopsticks.

Ye Moshen nodded and went to get the chopsticks and bowls.

After going out, he came back and saw that Han Muzi had put the dishes on the plate, so he helped her take the plate out.

After a while, a few dishes were added to the dining table, and the two sat down face to face.

It’s not interesting to eat alone, I feel lonely. But Ye Moshen sat opposite him for dinner, and Han Muzi felt embarrassed, and always felt that the atmosphere was very awkward, so she kept burying her head while eating, trying not to look at Ye Moshen’s eyes.

Am I a devil?

Unpredictable, Ye Moshen suddenly asked.

Han Muzi raised her head from the bowl for no reason and looked at him in surprise: What?

Otherwise, why don’t you dare to look up when eating? Or do you think I’m sitting opposite you’re in the way of your eyes?

Before she could explain, Ye Moshen, opposite, suddenly stood up, walked around the table and sat next to her.

What is this? Han Muzi blinked and looked at him helplessly.

In this way, you can look up and have a meal. Ye Moshen mentioned it, and then picked up the dishes and put them in her bowl. He said in a doting tone: You don’t know how thin you are?

Han Muzi blinked again, is she thin?

It seems that if you are not thin, you just have no meat.

The meal was quite tormented, but the food was quite delicious. After eating it, it gradually tasted good, and Han Muzi was not so restricted.

After dinner, when Han Muzi was cleaning up the dishes, Ye Moshen received a call.

Then he frowned: I don’t have time.

The person on the other end of the phone seemed to be explaining something to him anxiously, which made Ye Moshen's brows frown tighter and tighter. Then he sneered: Then you have everything solved and come to me before you can find me.

After saying that, he hung up the phone.

Han Muzi's movements slowed down a little, and she couldn't help asking.

Is it Xiao Su?

Well, Ye Moshen got up and walked up to her, wanting to help her.

It's the company's business? Why don't you solve it first? I have nothing to do here and I don't need your help.

Could it be that he can help him wash dishes?

How could the president of Yeshi Group and the pride of the business world do such a thing as cleaning dishes? Don’t smash her bowl.

Go. Han Muzi pushed him and just go back early.

Ye Moshen felt suffocated and couldn't help but hold her wrist: Do you think we are very similar now?

You go quickly.

Han Muzi suddenly interrupted what he was going to say behind him, then took his hand and walked outside, pushing him directly to the door and opening the door and pushing him out.

Then, without giving Ye Moshen any chance to react, he slammed the door and isolated him.

Ye Moshen almost hit the door, but he was not angry at all at this moment, but instead felt a sense of sweetness in his heart. After a while, he reached out to touch his nose, and the curve of the corners of his lips became wider and wider.

Forget it, the future is long, and she can't escape anyway.

Now, let her run away again.

Han Muzi finished packing up and went upstairs, changed her pajamas and prepared to go to bed, but suddenly thought of what happened to be in the company during the day.

She thought for a while, took out her phone and opened the album.

She specially kept Manager Yi's contact information. It was less than ten o'clock at this time, and I don't know if he had rested.

After thinking about it, Han Muzi still passed by a message.

It was originally just a simple message, but Manager Yi called her personally after seeing it.

Han Muzi answered the phone and was a little surprised: Hello, Manager Yi.

Miss Han, I saw the message you gave me. Do you want our president’s contact information?

She originally wanted to try her luck in the message, but because it was impolite to call someone in the middle of the night, she sent a text message, but Han Muzi didn't expect that the other party could really see it, and she even called her directly.

So Han Muzi was a little embarrassed at this moment and coughed lightly.

Sorry, Manager Yi, I have disturbed you so late, and you haven’t had a rest yet?

Haha, it was a bit late to have a social engagement tonight. I just got in the car and saw Ms. Han’s message. What I saw was that Ms. Han meant to communicate with our president in person?

In the following sentence, his tone was a little cautious, as if he was tempted, but he was not sure, as if he was afraid of offending her.

Xiaoyan had said before that he felt that he was particularly respectful to him. At that time, Han Muzi didn't think there was anything, and she thought it was the other party's jealousy.

Thinking about it now, there is indeed a reason.

She thought about it and felt that it would be better to go straight and go straight.

Yes, I want to talk to him about the details about the contract myself, so

No problem. Manager Yi agreed very quickly. I will bring our president’s mobile phone number to your phone. Ms. Han, please wait.

After saying that, he hung up the phone.

Han Muzi holds her cell phone:

Is it true that I am waiting for her here?

Ye Linhan, what exactly do you want to do?

Within a moment, Ye Linhan's mobile phone number was put on her phone. She glanced at the string of numbers and reached out to twist her painful eyebrows.

It's so late now, should she call Ye Linhan?

Just ask clearly?

Could it be that people are already asleep? Perhaps because their hands are out of control, and Han Muzi was still hesitating, the phone was already dialed.

Dudu—

The phone call was connected. After waiting for about a while, the other party answered.

Hello?

A gentle voice came from the phone. Although it was a long time ago, this voice was very familiar to Han Muzi.
Chapter completed!