Pampered By Mr President!

Shi Beiyu's icy and ruthless voice was like a life-demanding messenger from hell, "I will make her idea later, and I will definitely let you disappear from this world!"

Where did Mu Xingyu dare to do anything to Mou Siyin now? After listening to the warning words from Beiyu, he held his head and kept nodding, "We know, we know..."

Mu Xingyu felt that Shi Beiyu was a devil. It was terrible. The rumors were true. He was really terrible...

But Mou Siyin, who was crazily found by Shi Beiyu, was awakened by the heat in his body.

She is in a room, although the interior lighting is very dim, she can still clearly see the layout of the entire bedroom.

Very delicate and luxurious.

This is where···

Why is she here?

Who brought her here.

She was weak and dry, making her feel that her throat was smoking.

Mu Xingyu... Could it be that Mu Xingyu and Gu Yifan got her here?

Thinking about it, the door was pushed open without warning.

With a heartbeat, she held her hands and looked up with some effort.

By the door, a tall figure in a suit and leather shoes walked in with the gorgeous light outside the door. His face was wearing a silver-gray mask, showing only beautiful thin lips and a beautifully curved chin. The whole person looked at it. Go up, mysterious and expensive.

Mou Siyin's eyebrows suddenly wrinkled, watching the person getting closer and closer, she breathed out uncomfortably, "Who are you..."

The man curled his lips slightly and stood beside the bed, looking condescendingly at the blushing Mousse, "I have no conscience, I really forgot about it..."

In an instant, Mou Siyin was struck by lightning!

Staring at the man in front of him for a long time, he spit out a few words in disbelief, "Mr. Wuming?"

Mr. Wuming's lips have a deeper curvature, "I just recognized it now, isn't it a bit late?"

Mousse sound was stunned.

She actually met Mr. Wuming in Xia Guo's bar, and at the time he was still wearing a full-face prom mask. Even if he contacted later, it was by phone or email, and he never met again.

Therefore, he is like nothingness to her, no, for preparation, he should be regarded as a netizen who has met once.

But now... he...

"Why am I here?"

Before she went into a coma, she vaguely remembered that she seemed to be knocked out.

So, she couldn't believe it.

I don't understand, why does Mr. Wuming want to do this?

Moreover, there was the sudden loss of electricity, the more she thought about it, the more suspicious she became.

Mr. Wuming looked at her interestingly, "Naturally, I brought you here."

When Mu Siyin heard this, she stared suddenly, "You, are you in a group with Mu Xingyu?"

Mou Siyin always felt that Mr. Wuming was mysterious all day long, but at least he was considered a good person, after all, he had helped her a lot before.

But now, upon hearing him personally confess, she suddenly wondered if he approached her for other purposes.

Mr. Wuming sneered immediately, seeming to think that Moussein's words were absurd.

"Why should I be with them?"

Mou Siyin didn't think he was lying, but he was even more puzzled.

Mr. Wuming suddenly leaned over, and the bewitching masculine aura rushed toward his face, making the mousse sound of the love potion in his body even more uncomfortable.

I just felt that the blood in the body was rolling with excitement as if it found resonance.

"You... stay away from me..." She tried to stay sane.

Mr. Wuming looked at the forbearing mousse, his voice was magnetic and attractive, "Don't you want me to help you?"