Clear and bright pupils, long eyelashes trembling slightly.

Her watery eyes flashed with panic and innocence, and her fair and flawless skin showed a faint reddish pink.

It's like an elf falling into the mortal world, making people reluctant to look away.

Mu Jingcheng did not hide her disgust at all, glared at An Yixuan fiercely, took the handbag and walked towards the door.

This place was simply a symbol of shame for her, and she didn't want to stay for a second longer.

As soon as his fingers landed on the metal door handrail, An Yixuan's deep voice came over:

"Hey, are you going to just leave like this? Are you satisfied with my service last night?"

He curled up into a mischievous smile and leaned lazily on the sofa, wondering what Mu Jingcheng's reaction would be after hearing this.

Service? Could it be...Cowherd!

Sure enough, there was a bang in Mu Jingcheng's head, and she finally regained her footing. After thinking for a moment, she opened her wallet.

He took out all the belongings inside, turned around and put them on the bedside table.

She said with great disgust: "There are five thousand yuan here, should it be enough?" After thinking about it, she took back two more: "Take back a little bit, I want to take a taxi home."

The door was halfway open, and An Yixuan's voice sounded from behind Mu Jingcheng again: "Ah, damn girl, do you really not know me?"

"What a joke. Does everyone in the world have to know you? Are you a superstar? Or the richest man in the world? Let me reiterate, I don't know you, and you don't know me. Even if we meet again in the future, we must pretend not to know each other, oh

, No, it’s better not to meet again!”

Then, he slammed the door shut.

An Yixuan looked at the pile of pink banknotes on the bedside table and the beautiful figure disappearing at the door. Black lines appeared on his forehead.

Wow, An Yixuan, the tycoon of the Imperial Group and the one that all ladies and ladies flock to, is actually treated as a passerby by a woman?

Damn, I really dare to imagine him as a cowherd.

Master An, who can destroy the finances of Asian casinos and paralyze government revenue with just one sentence, is only worth 5,000 yuan at a time?

Stupid woman, does she know that this little money is not enough for Master An’s meal?

An Yixuan drank the champagne in his hand and lay back on the soft bed. He had been "tired" all night last night and fell asleep just before dawn.

As a result, at dawn, he was woken up again by Mu Jingcheng's damn ghostly screams. He slept for less than two hours at most, and he needed to catch up on his sleep.

He rested his head on his hands, but he couldn't sleep.

Staring at the ceiling with cold eyes, after a few seconds, he turned sideways and tossed and turned. An Yixuan found with a headache that he couldn't sleep at all.

His eyes finally rested on the stack of banknotes on the bedside table. He was startled for a moment, and then a cold smile appeared on his lips. It was all because of that damn woman. She must have suffered so much without telling her!

An Yixuan finally found a reasonable explanation for his unusual behavior today. He stood up immediately, made a phone call, changed his clothes and went out...

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Mu Jingcheng sneaked into the elevator like a thief. She turned around and looked at the wrong house number, 809.

She was sweating furiously, that guy didn't lock the door when he slept, wasn't he afraid of being kicked by his enemies?

What's even more speechless is that a very awkward scene like last night happened.

If this kind of thing spread, she would simply not be able to imagine it.

I hope I won’t meet this man again in the future!

Facing the mirror above the elevator, Mu Jingcheng simply arranged her hair.
Chapter completed!