Bloodthirsty and cold boss, I can no longer love you

At night, Leng Qianhan took a shower early, put on comfortable home pajamas, and knocked on Mu Qingqian's door.

He was feeling anxious because Qing Qian might not let him in and would not give them any chance to be alone together.

He hadn't been alone with her for a long time, and there was always a sense of restlessness in his heart, but he would never force her again.

Mu Qingqian was drying her hair in the room when she heard a knock on the door. She turned off the hair dryer and called out, "Come in."

Leng Qianhan's heart skipped a beat. He did not forget to straighten his pajamas before gently pushing the door open, keeping the warm face of a good family man, and leaned in.

He didn't dare to rush in, but asked softly: "Qing Qian, can I come in? I have something to tell you."

"Come in." Mu Qingqian stood there and looked at him without any expression of disgust. She turned her face to the side and continued to blow her hair, which was still wet.

The man's heart suddenly leaped with joy, but he did not dare to get carried away. He walked in with dignity and light steps.

The sound of the hair dryer was a bit noisy, but he was relieved. Qingqian didn't refuse him at the door, nor did she look displeased at him. Instead, she blew his hair calmly and naturally, just like an ordinary couple in their daily life.

So, he walked naturally and leisurely, watching the way she blew her hair and paying attention to the pajamas she was wearing.

Her pajamas were light blue, which matched his dark blue ones very well, just like a couple's outfit. His heart was suddenly filled with joy.

He walked over to her, but she stopped after drying her hair for just a moment, took the hair dryer from her right hand with her left hand, and swung it out with her right hand a few times.

Leng Qianhan immediately asked anxiously: "What's wrong? Is your hand uncomfortable?"

He wanted to hold her hand immediately to show care for her, but he was afraid that she would push him away, and even more afraid of irritating her.

"My hands are a little numb."

She didn't show any emotion, and answered normally. She shook her hands twice, took back the hair dryer and continued to dry her hair. If the hair is not dried in time, it will easily catch a cold.

"I'll help you blow it." Leng Qianhan volunteered. This was something he had to do, but he was afraid that Qing Qian would refuse.

I didn't expect her to say, "Okay."

She handed him the hair dryer and he took it. It was a very natural interaction. She then sat down on the soft chair so that he could blow her hair.

However, the moment the man took the hair dryer, he almost burst into tears, feeling heartbroken.

The hair dryer was small and light, almost weightless, but her hands became numb after holding it for just a few moments. Her health must still be very poor.

He also remembered that Qingqian's hands were shaking when she played the violin, and the doctor said that her hands had little strength and she should touch the instrument less.

But his hands would go numb when he held a small hair dryer. He really wanted to shed tears of shame!

But he couldn't lose his temper in front of Qingqian, so he quickly turned on the hair dryer and helped her blow dry her hair, bearing the pain in his heart.

He held the hair dryer in one hand and used the other to smooth her hair. The soft and warm wind blew through her hair and his fingertips. It felt like a peaceful life. He wanted to help blow her hair in the future. Life was so happy.

After a while, his hair was blown dry. Mu Qingqian turned around, looked at him and asked, "You said you had something to tell me?"

"Well," Leng Qianhan said as he put down the hair dryer, "There is an economic summit tomorrow, I will be out early in the morning and will be back late in the evening."

This is what he wanted to say, just like a good husband reporting his itinerary to his wife, it was not a big deal.

"How late?"

"About eight or nine. I can't have dinner with you and Little Pudding."

He looked sad because he couldn't have dinner with his wife and children, but he was also relieved that Qing Qian cared about him and cared about him.

"It's okay, little pudding will go to the old house after school tomorrow and stay with great grandfather for two days.

I have also made an appointment with Min Jie. I haven't seen Min Jie for a long time. I will have dinner with her tomorrow. You can pick me up and take me home at that time. The time is just right."

Mu Qingqian spoke briskly, as if everything that had been planned would happen as planned.

"Okay!" Leng Qianhan responded immediately, smiling.

Little did he know that he would not be able to pick her up tomorrow night, and that what he would pick up would only be a corpse that would not wake up.

This is how Mu Qingqian responded to him. It was indeed easier than dealing with her son.

Leng Qianhan even joked happily: "I am responsible for making money to support the family, and you are responsible for eating, drinking and having fun!"

He laughed as he spoke, and Mu Qingqian also smiled at him. Then he squatted down in front of her:

"I'll help you hold your hands down." He was full of tenderness, his eyes full of affection for her.

Mu Qingqian did not refuse, so he took her hand and pressed it for her. The force was just right, neither too light nor too heavy, which made Mu Qingqian feel quite comfortable.

He pressed for a long time, with his right hand and then with his left hand. Leng Qianhan kept squatting without feeling tired.

Mu Qingqian took back her hand, "It's okay, it's not numb anymore. Let's take a rest. Aren't you going out early tomorrow?"

"Okay." Leng Qianhan responded with satisfaction. Mu Qingqian climbed onto the bed and got into the quilt, as soft as a caterpillar.

The man's inherent heat rose up, his eyes fixed on the clean quilt, his Adam's apple bulged, that was her place of tenderness, he was so looking forward to it!

Considering the intimacy that Qingqian allowed tonight and considering that he had not had sex for a long time, he boldly climbed into his wife's bed without asking.

Mu Qingqian wondered if he had misunderstood her when she said “Let’s take a break”.

What she meant was that I should rest in my room and you should go back to your room to rest, and we should each go our separate ways.

But she didn't kick him out of bed, and he was relatively well behaved. He just leaned closer to her and didn't do anything excessive.

He was facing her back and she was facing his chest, and both of them could feel each other's body temperature and breath.

In fact, they are already husband and wife, and it is normal for them to sleep in the same bed, but tonight is the first time since they got their marriage certificate.

Leng Qianhan put one hand under his head and opened his eyes. It was still early, so he talked to her in a gentle voice:

"Qing Qian, do you know? There was one time before when Shi Guang was being chased and beaten outside the school. I happened to run into him and I immediately rushed over to help beat those people away. I also arranged for bodyguards to protect him secretly."

This is what he wanted to say to her, and he has always wanted to say it to her.

He used to be a bad guy, but he also did good things for her. She wanted to tell her all the good things he had done for her, and she didn't want her to have only a bad impression of him.

"Yeah." Mu Qingqian heard it and responded clearly.

Grateful? It was all in the past, just like the harm he had done to her.

The man continued, "Once, Xiao Mingyue captured you, and I immediately went to rescue you. I dealt with the big sister in the prison, Qiu Lan, Gu Yueyan, and Gu Yueshuang who bullied you one by one."

He was talking about his good points, but he was actually mentioning her pain, rubbing salt into her wounds!

But Mu Qingqian told herself not to care. It was in the past, so he could say whatever he wanted.

Give him a response: "I remember."

“It was actually me who arranged your mother’s previous surgery. She was transferred to the best hospital and received the best treatment.

Your father embezzled public funds, and I didn't really want to sue him, I just wanted to be able to love you."