After I escaped, he went crazy [Quick Transmigration]

The first time Mu Yan saw Song Qing was in front of his brother Mu Yan's hospital bed.

The Mu family started with real estate, and by Mu Yan's father's generation, Hongda Real Estate has already become a leader in the business community of Dragon City.Mu Yan is an old man, he is nearly ten years older than his brother Mu Yan.So when Mu Yan took over Hongda from his dead father, Mu Yan was still in middle school.

The accident happened on the eve of graduation from Mu Yan University. At that time, he received an urgent call from Mu Yan: His brother was found to have advanced gastric cancer, and he was asked to return to China immediately.

When he returned to China and saw Mu Yan, what was lying on the hospital bed was an almost withered body.He could only vaguely find his brother's handsome and tough appearance from the sunken face.

Mu Yan's illness was discovered late, and it was almost time for him to come back to explain his funeral.Mu Yan took over the chairmanship of Hongda from his brother, as well as Song Qing.

Song Qing is Mu Yan's secretary.When Mu Yan was dying, let Song Qing stay in Hongda to help Mu Yan.

At first Mu Yan thought that his brother might be terminally ill, even his mind was confused.After all, the first time Song Qing gave him, he didn't look like a capable general at all.

Exquisite and straight facial features, half-length hair dyed a fashionable light chestnut color, tied up behind the head.That appearance is more beautiful than the female stars on TV, but he has a melancholy temperament on his body, like a rose that needs to be raised in the garden.

When a man associates words like beauty and fragility, Mu Yan only finds it troublesome.

Originally planning to take the career path of an actuary, he is used to quantifying everything with numbers. Song Qing is with him, and the practical value estimated from the first impression does not reach 60 points at all.

Therefore, after Mu Yan's death, and after Mu Yan took office under heavy pressure, Song Qing's abilities were far beyond his expectations.

Song Qing knows everything from bidding planning to small conference reception.During the initial period, Song Qing was completely Mu Yan's most solid retreat.

Hongda is in the rising stage of development, and has cooperated with many large enterprises.Inside, Mu Yan's uncle has been eyeing the position of chairman all the time.Resigned in the face of danger, Mu Yan, a college student, has just sat on the chairman's throne, and has a lot of internal and external troubles.

At that time, the only thing he could trust and rely on was Song Qing.

In the first year when Mu Yan took over Hongda, he spent almost every day in the office, and the home only provided the function of taking a shower and changing clothes.As for Song Qing, she worked overtime with him almost every night.

At that time, Mu Yan regarded Song Qing as his right-hand man and his best comrade-in-arms.

Of course that's all.

Office romances are bad for work, and besides, he doesn't like men.

Things started to go off track on a normal overtime night.

The heavy rain was torrential, the first rainstorm in early summer in Longcheng, it came so quickly and urgently that it almost blocked the sewers of the entire city.When Mu Yan opened the door, what he saw was Secretary Song who was drenched from head to toe.

Mu Yan has been in charge of Hongda for more than a year, and now they are busy taking over a piece of land from the government.Aside from working overtime day and night, Song Qing was often called home to discuss matters when Mu Yan thought of a new idea.

"Mr. Mu, the rain is really sudden. When I went out just now, there was no rain at all." Song Qing took the towel handed by her boss, and stood at the door to dry herself before entering the house.

The large flat floor that Mu Yan lives in is more than 200 square meters, located in Longcheng Bay, where housing prices are the highest in Longcheng.

In the middle of the night, I urgently called my subordinates over, and I was drenched in water.Mu Yan considered himself a considerate and considerate boss, so he hurriedly asked Song Qing to take a bath, and gave him his pajamas along the way.

Song Qing couldn't evade it, so she had to take the clothes and go to the bathroom.

There was the sound of rushing water in the bathroom, and Mu Yan sat on the sofa in the living room and flipped through the documents, marking with a pen in one hand, silently calculating a few important numbers in his mind.

Suddenly, the sound of running water stopped.

A familiar cool aroma rushed into the nostrils.

"Mr. Mu, I've finished washing."

The moment Mu Yan raised his head, his breath was suddenly suffocated.

Standing in front of him was his subordinate, who was still covered in heat.The light chestnut half-length hair, which was always tied behind the head in the past, was already wet and fell to the side of the face, and the whole face was so moistened by the water vapor that it could be easily broken.

A pair of loving eyes looked at him wetly at this moment.

Wet by the rain, the delicate flower cores of the roses were exposed, and the deadly aroma lured passers-by.

Mu Yan watched Rose sitting next to him, leaned over, and said sinisterly, "Mr. Mu, do you want to change the cost? If you want to change here, maybe later..."

The red lips opened and closed, and he could no longer hear what the other party was saying.The line of sight follows the lower jaw, because of the thin and slightly towering collarbone, the water drops from the tail of the hair flow along the neck, pass through the white and smooth neck, slowly slide down, and finally disappear into the wide V neckline...

Song Qing was wearing his pajamas.Because it was summer, he just picked out short-sleeved shorts.But this size fits on this thin and thin body, but it looks extremely wide, and the whole chest is looming.

At this moment, Mu Yan felt a little hot.

Ordinary silk pajamas, worn on Song Qing, inexplicably added a bit of charm.The man leaned over to look at the documents, and his legs were also attached.

It was only then that Mu Yan noticed that the legs wrapped in black suit pants on weekdays were white and straight.

If this leg is lifted up and wrapped around the waist...

With the patter of rain outside and dim lights inside, some "jokes" about Secretary Song that he heard on weekdays floated in Mu Yan's mind inexplicably.

"I don't know who will follow such a beautiful woman?"

"If you keep him at home, who can go out every day..."

"His eyes looked at me, and my bones were shattered. If I were on the bed, I would give him my life!"

……

The "filthy language" that I heard in my ears and sniffed at in the past seems to automatically transform into vivid pictures, which are alive and fragrant in my mind.

Mu Yan's left hand was quietly resting on the sofa behind Song Qing, looking from the front, it seemed that he was holding someone in his arms.

They obviously use the same kind of shower gel, but why is the one on this person so fragrant and sweet?

As if to explore, Mu Yan lowered his head, and the two faces almost touched each other, sharing each other's hot and humid breath.

"It's best to keep the cost under control, and not exceed—" Song Qing raised her head, and the two of them brushed their lips lightly.

The air seemed to freeze for an instant.

Song Qing stared blankly at the other party, then retreated more than a meter with lightning speed.

"Mu, Mr. Mu, I'm sorry, it was an accident just now, I didn't mean it!"

Blush flew to her cheeks, Song Qing's eyes met Mu Yan, and she unconsciously moved away.

This kind of rejection is more like seduction.

To seduce a man has to go a step further.

Mu Yan's eyes suddenly became dark, and he stared straight at the rose in front of him, his eyes were like bloodthirsty beasts.He reached out to pick up the glass on the coffee table and took a sip of water.

Then, he said hoarsely: "It's okay."

Desire, like a seed falling to the ground, takes root, sprouts, and quietly wraps around the apex of the heart.

In the past, Mu Yan did not agree with office romances.Because work can be quantified by numbers, but once personal feelings are mixed in, the result will be unpredictable.

It is the instinct of an actuary to eliminate potential risks.

Mu Yan will take the initiative to brake the car when he faintly feels that something is about to develop on the verge of danger.

After that night, Mu Yan never asked Song Qing to go to his house to talk about work.Life is going on as usual, and work is still overtime.But once a certain consciousness is awakened, many things become different.

For example, Mu Yan used to ignore rumors about him and Song Qing from the outside world, but now he listened to them.

For another example, he discovered that Song Qing cared more about him than his subordinates cared about his boss in many details.

Song Qing would come to the company half an hour early every morning to make hand-ground coffee for him.

Song Qing goes to the cafeteria to cook meals for him every day, and carefully helps him pick out the chopped green onions from the meals.

Song Qing would massage his head, shoulders and neck when he was tired.

……

These are not the jobs that an ordinary secretary should do, but Song Qing is used to them.

Mu Yan began to feel that Song Qing was very dangerous.

A good-looking man can be deadly in his own right, especially when he's only flirting with you.

Should such a dangerous variable be removed or retained to control the risk?

Before Mu Yan had time to solve this problem, their plan successfully won the government's S-level project land, and all the voices against Mu Yan in Hongda were annihilated.

The young president suppressed and cleaned up the company's power with vigorous and vigorous means, and completely secured the chairman's throne.

When signing the contract with the government, Mu Yan rented out an entire floor of the banquet hall at the Dragon City Hotel and held a celebration banquet.

It has been three years, from a young heir who knows little about the company to the current President Mu of Hongda Real Estate.With an incredible speed, Mu Yan climbed to the top of the Dragon City business world and wrote a new business legend.

On the night of the celebration banquet, Mr. Mu, who has always been terribly rational, seldom drank too much.By the end of the banquet, the whole team was basically drunk, and only a few were able to stand.Song Qing is one of them.

But Song Qing also drank a lot, her whole face was flushed, and she had to break a sentence into several paragraphs.

Naturally, he couldn't go home in such a situation, so President Mu simply opened a dozen or so rooms in the Dragon City Hotel, allowing the drunk employees to spend the night here.

The others were helped away one after another. Song Qing sat at the table, narrowed her eyes slightly, and supported her chin with one hand.It looked like waiting for someone to claim it. A department manager came up and wanted to help him, but was dismissed by Mu Yan with a look.

How could Song Qing be touched by other men?

On the alcohol, Mu Yan took the pair of arms by himself, hugged the secretary who was already a little unconscious, and took him directly to the elevator.

When putting the person on the bed, Mu Yan actually had no other thoughts.But when he turned around to leave, he heard the person on the bed muttering to himself.

Say what?

Mu Yan himself was a little staggering. He sat on the head of the bed, lowered his body, and a soft cry hit his whole body from the top of his head in an instant.

The vine at the tip of the heart grew and entrenched hundreds of times and thousands of times, conveying surprise and joy, even the nerve endings were excited and trembling.

What Song Qing called just now was...Mr. Mu.

Drunkenness, murmurs, enthusiasm, everything gradually distorted, luring him forward.There is a vortex ahead, and Mu Yan knows it is dangerous.However, this vortex is too tempting and sweet, he slowly lowered his body——

He bit his wine-stained lips.

This vortex is called □□, he is willing to sink.

And this rose was destined to be folded into his arms.

Under the dizzy yellow light, there are whispers indulged in wildness and confusion.

"Mu..."

The name behind was swallowed by lips and teeth, and no one could hear it clearly...