Marriage at first thought: the black-bellied president is super painful

After thinking about it, Mu Ying understood.

No matter how restrained you are, the young master is also a man, and if he is a man, he will have normal physiological needs...

But young master, young master, you are confused, if you really want to find a woman, you shouldn't go to that kind of place... If you are drunk, or if you are photographed or framed, you, the president of the Chu Group Your seat will be unstable.

If the young master really needs a woman, she is willing to be his woman... But the young master obviously doesn't need her.

Thinking of this, Mu Ying felt indignant and indignant in her heart, hating herself for being humble in love, and hating his indifference.

Finally arrived at the downstairs of the clubhouse, Mu Ying parked the car and went directly into the clubhouse.

She didn't like this place, but she used to come here a lot. At that time, the young master was not the president, and she got a lot of information about Chu's internal affairs from here.

And on the way she came, she had already contacted her old friend Thompson, who was the bartender of this club, and had already helped her figure out the box where the young master was.

When she got on the elevator, she suddenly felt like a sad woman who went to catch her cheating boyfriend.

But the young master is not her boyfriend, so if she rushed in like this, even if she saw the young master there, the young master would say: Get out.She seems to have to leave obediently.

So it is important to think of a reason to take the young master away.

After much deliberation, I can only talk about work, say that the group is on fire, or that the safe has been stolen, no matter whether the reason is false or not, let him go away first.

If the young master gets angry afterwards, then settle the old and new accounts with her. Anyway, she hasn't settled the account of anesthetizing the young master before.

Thinking of this, Mu Ying came outside the box.

Geng Chi was waiting outside the door, when he saw her, he rushed over to stop her: "Didn't I let you come!"

"What are you doing, young master?" Mu Ying stared at Geng Chi, she felt her eyes were on fire.

Geng Chi pursed his lips and said, "I don't know either. I'm busy anyway..."

Mu Ying's temples twitched violently, "Busy? I'm going in because I'm busy!"

She pushed Geng Chi's hand away and was about to rush in, but Geng Chi stretched out his arm again to stop her.

"Ah Ying, listen to me, the young master is really inconvenient right now, you should go back quickly, I'm here, the young master will be fine."

Mu Ying's blood surged immediately.Why is it inconvenient?

She knew that she had no right to interfere with the young master's life, let alone stop him from seeking pleasure, but Mu Ying thought that she had been with the young master for so many years, and she was both his subordinate and his friend.

She watched how the young master struggled to get to where he is today. Now they have not completely succeeded, the young master must be cautious in his words and deeds, and she must not watch the young master waste his previous efforts in vain.

Thinking about it this way, she became more confident.

She said to Geng Chi: "If the young master asks, I will tell him that it was my eyeliner in the club who told me, and the young master will not blame you."

Mu Ying didn't wait for Geng Chi's answer, she turned sideways, bypassed Geng Chi, and pushed open the door of the box.

Standing at the door, she turned her eyes to the luxuriously decorated and dimly lit room. She saw a row of people sitting on the large red velvet sofa... There were men and women.

With her intrusion, everyone suddenly stopped talking and laughing, leaving only the loud music stirring in the room.

Mu Ying looked at them, and they also looked at Mu Ying.

Some were puzzled, some were playful, some frowned, some squinted, and some had greedy eyes, like a jackal seeing a deer that was left alone.

And among all the gazes, the young master's gaze made her feel suffocated.

He was sitting in the middle of the main seat, his eyes were as deep as an ancient well, and his face was as gloomy as the darkest night before dawn.