For him, a woman's shelf life, or freshness, is one month, and many even don't need a month at all. Although sometimes, even if there is no freshness, they will stay for a while. However, he knows in his heart,
After that, it's like garbage time. I just continue to do it before I have found my next successor.
But this woman is very strange.
The two of them obviously got what they wanted, but they vaguely felt that this woman was different from the others.
For example, if you give that bank card to someone else, and maybe within ten minutes of using it, they will immediately receive the consumption record on their mobile phone.
However, she didn't spend a dime.
To be honest, he was a little surprised.
Mu Qingyu followed him for the clearly marked price of one million. However, when a huge amount of money really fell on her head, she did not spend a dime.
He began to wonder, if she was by his side not for money, then what was it for?
——Could it be that she designed this situation from the beginning because she liked him and wanted to get close to him?
I don't know why, but at the beginning, he really hated women trying to plot against him.
However, now he thought that Mu Qingyu might have approached him because he liked him, and it was not for money. How could his mood suddenly improve?
By the way, Cheng Yaoyun also said that she liked him, so she asked him for information about herself?
Thinking of this, a smile appeared on his lips, and he suddenly wanted to know what Mu Qingyu was doing now?
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At this time, Mu Qingyu returned home exhausted. It was already nightfall. She moved her body and felt that all the bones in her body seemed to have been reorganized, except for the rearrangement of her genes.
After opening the curtains, the street lights in the courtyard of the villa illuminated the originally dark room. Mu Qingyu looked into the distance and sighed, then turned around and turned on the light in the master bedroom.
There was a sudden light, and the room was suddenly exposed in front of Mu Qingyu. The messy big bed was full of ambiguous atmosphere. She had not finished tidying up before leaving, so she continued to clean the house.
Sort the dirty clothes and put them in the washing machine.
The phone started ticking, and when she saw Leng Yunlin's name dancing on the screen, she picked up the phone.
"Qingyu——"
"Yeah." Her voice was soft, like the breath of grass. She didn't mean to be like this, she was really tired today.
"Qingyu, have you eaten?" Mu Qingyu's soft voice seemed to please Leng Yunlin, making his voice not as cold as usual. Instead, it had a hint of doting tenderness.
Mu Qingyu was about to answer when he heard a woman's voice coming from far away on the other side of the phone. It was not very clear.
"Qingyu?" Leng Yunlin looked at Zhao Xiaoxuan who came upstairs to call him for dinner, and shouted into the phone.
"Well, here you are."
"You have to eat well and be obedient when I'm not here, you know?"
Mu Qingyu listened to Leng Yunlin's obviously soft voice and responded obediently a few times before Leng Yunlin hung up the phone with satisfaction.
I threw myself into the big bed and looked at the patterns on the snow-white ceiling, feeling very tired all over.
It's not that the exercise was very hard, but I just felt inexplicably tired, both physically and mentally.