Rebirth of Sweet Love: Acting like a spoiled child in the arms of the paranoid Master Mu

Mu Tingchen frowned slightly and looked at the screen of his mobile phone, which showed the phone number of his assistant Xiao Yang. His fingers paused on the answer button, and then he pressed the answer button.

Xiao Yang's voice came from the phone. It was a sweet and professional voice. She said: "Hello, Mr. Mu, I am Xiao Yang. There is a friend who wants to meet you. I wonder if you are there now?" available?"

Mu Tingchen frowned. He was a little confused. Who would be looking for him at this time? He pondered for a moment, and then said: "I have something to do now and can't come out."

The voice on the phone replied with some disappointment: "Okay then."

Mu Tingchen hung up the phone, feeling an inexplicable pressure. He took a deep breath, then turned to look at Su Yanyan.

Su Yanyan's eyes had narrowed into a thin line. She smiled softly and said, "Do you feel an invisible pressure?"

Mu Tingchen nodded slightly and said, "Yes, I did feel it."

Su Yanyan smiled, stretched out her arms, hugged Mu Tingchen's neck, and said softly: "Husband, don't worry too much. We will definitely get through this difficulty."

Mu Tingchen nodded, knowing that Su Yanyan was right. But he still felt a little uneasy, and he felt that this matter was not that simple.

He lay quietly on the bed, listening to the sound of cars driving outside the window and the ticking of the bedside clock. His heart was full of doubts and uneasiness, but he knew that he needed to calm down and think carefully.

As the night progressed, the conversation between Mu Tingchen and Su Yanyan gradually disappeared, replaced by the ticking of the bedside clock and the occasional sound of vehicles driving outside the window.

Mu Tingchen hugged Su Yanyan, and the two lay quietly on the bed, enjoying the tranquility and comfort.

Su Yanyan sat up from the bed as light as catkins, her long hair as soft as black silk, quietly falling on the white pillow, black and white, as if gently dancing in the morning breeze.

The sunlight shone through the cracks in the window, reflecting on her jade-like skin, giving it a faint sheen.

Her fingers, as slender as willows, gently slid across the screen of Mu Tingchen's phone. The familiar number seemed to be given life by her fingertips, jumping like a string.

The number displayed on the screen of Mu Tingchen's mobile phone is like a string of passwords engraved by time. It carries memories of the past and expectations for the future.

Su Yanyan's eyes were shining with mysterious light. She seemed to be reminiscing and looking forward to something.

Su Yanyan gently handed her cell phone to Mu Tingchen. Her eyes were like a deep lake, both peaceful and a little naughty.

Her red lips were slightly raised, like the first peach blossoms blooming in spring, so delicate and beautiful.

"You should know who the owner of this number is, right?" Su Yanyan's voice was like the stream in the valley, clear and gentle, with a hint of playfulness that was imperceptible.

Her words filled the air, as if they were an invisible force, making people's hearts beat faster.

Mu Tingchen took the phone, and the combination of numbers on the screen seemed to have some kind of magic, making his heartbeat beat like a war drum.

His expression changed slightly, like clouds passing by in the sky, brief and unpredictable. His fingers lightly slid across the screen, as if playing an unknown piece of music.

The moment the call was connected, there seemed to be an invisible force condensing in the air.

Mu Tingchen's voice was calm and powerful, like the sound of a late night bell passing through the silent night sky, bringing stability and strength to people: "We will go over to see you now."

He spoke categorically, and every word was as firm as a rock.

Su Yanyan smiled slightly, and that smile lit up the whole room like sunshine, making people feel warm and bright.

She lay down again and rested her head gently on Mu Tingchen's arm, as if she had found the most secure harbor.

Her eyes twinkled like stars, as if telling her expectations and trust for the future.

Mu Tingchen hung up the phone gently, with a look of determination on his face, like a soldier about to go into battle.

He stood up and straightened his clothes. Every movement he made seemed so powerful and confident.

He knew that this meeting was crucial to the development of the company and would have a decisive impact on his personal future.

But he has firm confidence in his own abilities. He trusts his own judgment and believes that he can deal with all possible situations.

"I'm going out for a trip and will be back soon." In that early morning, Mu Tingchen's voice was like a breeze, gently blowing past Su Yanyan's ears, gentle but firm. The voice seemed to carry the warmth of the morning sun, making Su Yanyan's heart feel like a spring breeze.

Su Yanyan looked at him, her bright eyes seemed to hide the stars and the sea. Her smile bloomed like a flower, gentle and sweet: "Husband, don't worry. I will wait for your return at home."

Mu Tingchen took a deep look at her, and there seemed to be a thousand words in that look. His eyes are like summer stars, shining with trust and expectation, and his deep love is like the warm sun in winter, which warms people's hearts.

He stretched out his hand and gently held Su Yanyan's. The warmth in his hand seemed to convey a kind of power, making Su Yanyan feel extremely at ease.

He turned around and walked out of the room, taking every step so firmly and powerfully, as if every step he took was stepping on Su Yanyan's heart.

His back disappeared at the door, and Su Yanyan looked in that direction, her heart filled with blessings and expectations.

She clasped her hands on her chest, as if praying for his success and safe return.

At this time, Mu Tingchen had arrived at the meeting place. It was a towering building, like a castle in the future, which made people yearn for it.

He stood in front of the building and looked at the building, as if he had seen the future glory of the company.

He took a deep breath, as if he could inhale the breath of the entire city into his lungs, making his thinking clearer and sharper.

Suddenly, the phone rang again, and the familiar voice came: "Mr. Mu, are you already here?"

Mu Tingchen smiled slightly and replied: "I'm already here."

His voice was full of confidence and strength, as if he could defeat all the difficulties ahead.