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

Chapter 1303 Didn't have fun, what a pity?



Chapter 1303 Didn't have fun, what a pity?

Mu Ying had already fallen to the ground, half lying on her stomach, with her elbows resting on the ground, in great pain, but it didn't matter.

Because less than half a meter away from her, the young master was standing in front of her.

And she is crawling at the young master's feet...

This posture is not very beautiful, it is a shame to throw it at home.

Mu Ying braced herself, raised her head, her gaze slowly moved up, and then she saw the young master's stern face.

The young master was looking down at her, his eyes were calm, and his expression was difficult to distinguish between emotions and anger, so that Mu Ying didn't even dare to look directly at her.

Given what she had done tonight, it did make her feel guilty.

"Young...Young master, you haven't slept yet?"

Mu Ying drank a lot, but her mind was very clear.

If the young master had already fallen asleep, it would take at least two or three minutes for him to come from the bedroom to the entrance.

And when she entered, the young master had reached the entrance, which meant that the young master had been on the first floor, so the young master hadn't slept yet.

As for whether he was waiting for her...it couldn't be waiting for her.

It should be to turn off the lights and sit in the living room thinking about things, right?

But the young master squatted down, stared into her eyes, and asked, "Ah Ying, is it comfortable to lie on the ground?"

Mu Ying was taken aback, then quickly stood up, tugged at her skirt, and straightened her hair.

The young master also stood up straight and continued to look at her with that judgmental gaze.

She began to explain awkwardly: "I didn't come back tonight, but I encountered a maritime operation..."

"It's a pity that Ah Ying didn't have a good time?"

Mu Ying quickly waved her hand: "No, I'm afraid that coming back so late will disturb the young master's rest."

The young master sneered, turned and left the entrance.

Mu Ying swallowed nervously, what does the young master mean by this sneer...

She rubbed her crotch and elbow that was bumped just now, and followed the young master silently.

She just wants to go back to her room now.

Because she was sleepy, dizzy, and ashamed.

In front of the man you like and admire, it's really not cute to throw yourself on a big horse in front of the man you like and admire.

Moreover, she could clearly feel the young master's low pressure, and she should be somewhat dissatisfied with her.

Although the young master was once too drunk, he slammed into the door in a disfigured manner.

But she is the young master's subordinate, a personal assistant and secretary, so her behavior is somewhat inappropriate.

She thought the young master was going upstairs, but the young master didn't go in the direction of the elevator, but entered the restaurant.

Maybe to drink water?No matter what he did, she was going to get away anyway.

"Master, then I'll go back to my room first."

Her voice was drawn out gently like a thread, and then her whole body was like a shadow, quietly floating upstairs, just wanting to reduce her sense of existence as much as possible.

"Stop." The young master said coldly.

Mu Ying paused, took a deep breath, turned around, stood up straight, and asked gently as usual: "Is there anything else, young master?"

At this time, the young master was sitting at the dining table, frowning, and looked at her coldly: "How much have you drunk? You can't walk well."

"Not much, just two cocktails."

In fact, it is several cups, and the degree is not low, but it is better not to tell the truth at this time, otherwise you will be courting death.

After hearing this, the young master chuckled, "Really, with Ah Ying's drinking capacity, two drinks shouldn't have any effect."

"so far so good."

Mu Ying smiled sarcastically, although she was about to die of pain, but now she was too afraid of the young master scolding her, so she could only slap her swollen face to pretend to be fat.

The young master said lightly: "Since you're not drunk, go and cook me a bowl of noodles. I haven't had dinner yet."


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