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    office play

    There were many vehicles and pedestrians on the road. Sheng Jin noticed the eyes of the people around her and had no choice but to open the door of the rear compartment and get in.

    Mu Shiyan raised his eyes and looked at her in the rearview mirror, and saw that she had put on delicate makeup again, “I like how you look without makeup.”

    “…” Who wants you to like me?

    Sheng Jin ignored he, took out his phone and flipped through the pages, pretending not to hear it.

    When she got downstairs from the studio, Sheng Jin immediately reached for the car door, only to find that it was locked.

    “What time do you get off work?” Mu Shiyan asked.

    “I don’t know yet. I’ve watched a lot of shows in the past month or so. I need to sort it out. It might be very late.” Sheng Jin said this deliberately because he didn’t want him to pick her up again.

    After he came last time, the ghosts and elves in the studio found out the identity of he, the president of the Mu family, and kept asking him what their relationship was. If he showed up again and came to the studio again, he would really not be able to explain.

    It was already nine o’clock in the evening when Sheng Jin finished her work. She put down her needlework and stretched. After staying up late for a long time, her eyes were a little dry. After a few drops of eye drops, she felt better.

    The employees in the studio have finished their work and have gone off work.

    After seeing that several missed calls on my phone were from the same person, I frowned slightly, not knowing whether to reply or not.

    When I thought about the possibility of meeting Mu Shiyan again after returning to the apartment, I might as well stay in the studio tonight.

    I came to the lounge and packed up the cot. Just as I was about to lie down, I heard something moving outside, and my heartstrings immediately tightened. Although the security in Paris is not very good at night, there has not been any break-in and robbery in the year since the studio was opened here. Could it be that the light in your office was only attracted to the thief?

    Quickly turning off the light, and falling into darkness, Sheng Jin held a few books in her arms, hid behind the door, and put her ear to the back of the door. When she heard the footsteps getting closer and closer, she clenched her fists.

    The door handle started to move, and people outside had started to twist the door.

    When the door opened, Sheng Jin slowly raised the book in his hand, and when the thief came in, he slammed it down quickly and hard!

    “Hey…” Mu Shiyan frowned and grabbed the woman who was about to run out, “It’s me!”

    “…” Sheng Jin quickly turned on the light. When she saw the man in front of her with an obviously unhappy expression, she quickly apologized: “I’m sorry, I didn’t know it was you. I thought it was a thief. I was the only one in the studio. I was scared, so I…”

    “You don’t have to apologize to me. It’s my fault for not telling you in advance. You did the right thing. What if it’s not me tonight, but it’s really the thief? Huh?”

    Hearing he comforted herself, Sheng Jin felt very guilty. She asked him to sit on the sofa, brushed the short hair from his forehead, and checked whether there was any injury. “Did I hit you just now? Where does it hurt? Tell me, and I will see if there is any injury.”

    Mu Shiyan was sitting, and Sheng Jin stood in front of him and leaned over to check, ignoring the V-neck suspender skirt she was wearing today. This leaning posture showed all the scenery under the neck to the man’s eyes.

    She also wore perfume today – Dior True Me.

    Women’s fragrance…

    Mu Shiyan’s throat tightened slightly, and his mouth was a little dry. He was not Liu Xiahui at first, and he hadn’t eaten meat for more than a month. Facing such a temptation, it was not easy for him to resist.

    He’s breath became hot. After Sheng Jin felt it, he suddenly remembered that his posture was a bit dangerous.

    But it was too late. When she wanted to leave, the man had already grabbed her wrist and pulled her into his arms. “It doesn’t hurt above, but it hurts below. You should check here.”

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