novelaction Chapter 644 The Vicious Ex-Wife Who Couldn't Share Hardship (8)
Chapter 644 The Vicious Ex-Wife Who Couldn't Share Hardship (8)
After stepping into the office, Mu Zhou openly observed the furnishings inside.
Simple, tidy, and a little boring.
She casually tossed her bag onto the sofa before looking at Jin Xirong, who was leaning back in his chair.
His brow bone is high, and when the light shines down, it casts a shadow right over his eyes.
So profound that it is hard to fathom.
Mu Zhou crossed his arms, his tone cheerful with a clear hint of teasing:
"I heard you don't eat properly?"
Jin Xirong stared at her intently, seemingly deep in thought.
A few seconds later, he spoke in a serious tone:
"Yes."
"What, are you waiting for me to coax you?"
Mu Zhou slightly lowered his chin, raised his eyebrows slightly, and his eyes sparkled with cunning.
A blatant provocation... or perhaps a tease.
Her direct gaze made Jin Xirong almost unable to look her in the eye.
He lowered his eyes seemingly casually, but his heart suddenly skipped a few beats.
He did not deny Mu Zhou's words.
Su Liuli, who was being ignored, panicked.
Mu Zhou is clearly talking nonsense, so why is President Jin cooperating?
She opened her mouth, wanting to say something.
But neither of the two people in front of her spared her a single glance.
The two seemed to have their own world.
A knock sounded on the door, and a young man entered.
The man had a regular appearance and seemed very composed.
"Mr. Jin, Mrs. Jin."
He placed the documents on the table and gestured for Su Liuli to leave.
Su Liuli then reluctantly left the office.
The man was her cousin, Su Chen.
After Su Chen left the office, Su Liuli couldn't help but complain again.
Su Chen looked at her with disappointment and frustration:
"Why are you always hanging around your wife? Do your job well, take good care of President Jin, and you'll have your time to enjoy life later."
Su Liuli didn't dare to object and agreed with a pout.
Su Chen knew that after a beating, there should be a sweet treat, so he comforted her again:
"You can't beat Madam in terms of temperament and appearance, so you can only play to your strengths: be gentle and tender, and take care of President Jin personally and without complaint. These are things that a rich heiress like Madam can't do, you know? That's your advantage."
Su Liuli nodded, her enthusiasm renewed:
"I know, brother."
In the other office, Mu Zhou sat down on the sofa, crossing his legs.
She wobbled on her toes, her high heels threatening to slip off her feet.
Jin Xirong's gaze was drawn to it, and an unreadable emotion flashed in her eyes.
Thinking of what happened at the art exhibition, Mu Zhou couldn't help but snort and looked at him:
"Your little secretary has become increasingly unruly, and she even comes to me to cause trouble."
She muttered a few complaints under her breath, and seeing that Jin Xirong was looking down and seemingly lost in thought, she glanced at him sideways.
"I didn't come here on purpose. Your secretary forced me to come."
"Ah."
Jin Xirong subconsciously responded, then paused for a few seconds before realizing what Mu Zhou had said, and then continued:
"Don't waste your time on her."
The voice was subtly colder, tinged with a certain gloom.
She was an insignificant cannon fodder, destined for her own demise sooner or later.
It's just being kept for now, like keeping a talking parrot, only to lure out the person behind the scenes.
He looked at Mu Zhou and noticed that her eyes were a little strange, so he frowned.
A certain possibility flashed through his mind, and his tone turned cold:
"You suspect me? And her?"
A strange sense of unease rose in my chest.
Mu Zhou raised an eyebrow indifferently:
"That's not the case."
With a little effort from her toes, the high heel successfully fell to the ground.
She looked at her toes, her cheeks puffed out slightly, looking somewhat annoyed.
"I told you it hurt a bit, and sure enough, it got red."
Her train of thought jumped around, and she suddenly changed the subject.
Jin Xirong was also led to look at her feet.
Her delicate instep was as white as jade, and her rounded, dainty toes had a faint pink tinge.
Faint red spots were visible near the toes.
Mu Zhou lifted his toes slightly, gesturing for Jin Xirong to look:
Do you have any band-aids here?
Jin Xirong's gaze was still fixed on her feet. Only when he heard her speak did he lift his eyelids and meet her eyes.
After a two-second pause, he silently stood up.
Mu Zhou stared at him, watching him calmly and composedly walk out of the office, his steps steady.
Then, less than a minute later, he came back.
His breathing seemed a little rapid, as if he had run back.
He stood in front of Mu Zhou and opened his palm.
There were several flesh-colored bandages inside.
Mu Zhou did not answer.
She placed her hands on either side of her body, tilted her head slightly back, and raised an eyebrow in a gesture of acknowledgment:
"come over."
Jin Xirong involuntarily took another step toward her.
The distance was just right, and Mu Zhou reached out and grabbed his tie.
With a little effort, he leaned closer to her.
Her body involuntarily leaned forward, and Jin Xirong subconsciously braced herself on the sofa with her arms.
Mu Zhou let go of his hand and gave his shoulder a push:
"Sit down."
Before he could even sit properly on the sofa, Mu Zhou had already turned to the side and placed her bare foot on his knee, ordering him around as if it were her right.
"Help me."
Jin Xirong's heart skipped a beat, and she instinctively tried to get up and move away.
Mu Zhou moved his toes up slightly, stepping on his thigh, his tone revealing a hint of displeasure:
"Don't move, I'm going to expose myself."
Jin Xirong stood there frozen, not daring to even lift her head.
I still remember that moment when I first saw her not-so-long skirt and her long, slender legs.
He lowered his eyes and looked at the bare feet stepping on his legs.
Her fair, delicate feet appeared even more tender and smooth against the backdrop of her dark trousers.
So delicate it seemed it would break at the slightest touch.
Jin Xirong swallowed hard, her eyes darkening.
Mu Zhou casually pressed down her skirt, urging:
"Hurry up."
Jin Xirong's expression remained calm and composed as he stiffly tore off the adhesive bandage.
The red spot on the instep was quite noticeable.
Actually, it's only a little bit.
But Mu Zhou has always been delicate, with tender skin, and she can't stand even the slightest discomfort.
Jin Xirong stared at the red, her heart racing for some reason.
A hidden rage spread in his eyes, stirring up the darkest side of his heart.
His fingertips trembled as he grasped Mu Zhou's foot.
A burning sensation spread from the bottom of my heart, and gradually my entire palm became intensely hot.
He focused intently as he covered the red spot with the band-aid.
Mu Zhou leaned back slightly against the sofa armrest, staring intently at him.
His head was lowered, but you could still see his high brow bone and superior facial features.
A slight stinging sensation came from the instep.
It was Jin Xirong's calloused palm that accidentally brushed against her skin.
Her toes curled up unconsciously.
After the slight stinging sensation subsided, an inexplicable itch followed.
Fortunately, Jin Xirong had already applied the band-aid.
"Thanks."
Mu Zhou casually thanked him and tried to pull his foot back.
But the next second, that big hand suddenly grabbed her foot.
He's quite strong.
The palms were undeniably hot.
Mu Zhou stood there, stunned, forgetting to pull his foot back.
Jin Xirong's rough fingertips scraped across the soles of Mu Zhou's feet, causing him to shudder.
She hummed softly, snapped out of her daze, and glared at him silently.