When he said this idiom, especially when he said the first word, the tip of his tongue lightly touched the roof of his mouth, making a lingering and magnetic sound, full of the charm of lust~

Even his eyes were hazy and reminiscent.

Qin Ye kicked him away in shame and anger.

"You're not wearing pants." He reminded, "Stretch your legs over here, are you inviting me?"

“…”

She quickly retracted her legs, wrapped her bathrobe tightly around her, and stepped back three steps to keep a safe distance. "When will you return my ID card to me?"

He thought for a moment and said, "Wait until I finish my official duties. The prerequisite is that you stay here until I finish."

"So when will you finish?"

"In six hours."

Qin Ye glanced at the night scene outside the window. It was probably eight o'clock in the evening. Six hours would be two o'clock in the morning. So he could just wait. Six hours was not a long time.

"Okay." She softened her irritable edges a little, "Then you have to give me clothes to wear."

Tang Mu looked at her: "This is another request. If you really want the clothes, you have to agree to another condition of mine."

"?"

He is indeed a businessman, he calculates every detail very carefully, only seeing profit and no loss at all.

A dishonest businessman is a dishonest businessman. There is no businessman without dishonesty.

"You are so cunning."

"Thank you for the compliment." He intertwined his fingers and relaxed for a moment. "I've been sitting for so long, my shoulders are a little sore, and my words are a little bit harsh, don't take it to heart."

“…”

A clear hint.

Qin Ye's face darkened. He took two steps forward in annoyance, grabbed his stiff shoulders, and slapped and kneaded them randomly for more than a dozen times, like slapping pork.

I cursed in my heart: What bad luck!

"Where's my phone?"

He clenched his legs and said in a negotiating posture: "When you throw away the clothes, throw away the phone as well. I'll ask Li Zhou to pick it up for you if you make me happy."

This damn thing!

Qin Ye glared at him fiercely. He really didn't understand his bad taste. Is it fun to play teasing on others?

"Six hours, I'll wait for you!"

Curled up on the sofa, all I had to do was get my ID card back, go to the bank to unfreeze my funds, and buy a cell phone. There was no need to bow to him for a cell phone.

"Okay." Tang Mu responded and started working.

The waiting process was quiet and boring. Qin Ye turned on the online TV and randomly clicked on a large-scale costume drama. He was attracted by the ancient style and atmosphere in it.

She looked at it carefully, her eyes sparkling.

The light from the screen shone on her face, reflecting her focused eyes, which were sparkling and exceptionally beautiful.

Tang Mu raised his eyes inadvertently, saw her serious look, raised his eyebrows, and looked at the boring drama on TV. How could he be addicted to watching this?

"Tang Mu." Qin Ye suddenly spoke.

"Hmm?" He responded lazily.

"Can you lend me your computer?" She looked at him seriously.

She was not aggressive, nor did she curse, but instead begged. Perhaps because she looked too well-behaved, Tang Mu rarely teased her.

“Want to watch this drama on the computer?”

"I want to check something."

"Okay." He nodded, turned the notebook over and handed it to her.

"Thanks."

Qin Ye took it with both hands, held it on his lap, and tapped the keys on it with somewhat stiff movements. He made more than a dozen mistakes intermittently, as unfamiliar as if he had never touched a computer before.

When Tang Mu saw this, a hint of doubt flashed across his eyes.

She looked nothing like the research.

Ten minutes later, she returned the computer to him.

Tang Mu took it and found the traces on the browser. In the search history, there were several entries:

——On the night when seven stars aligned, did Qingchuan in "Palace" really travel through time?

——When will the Seven Stars align? Can I choose where to wear it?

——Was there a Dongling Kingdom in history?

The corner of his eye twitched violently. What was this woman thinking about all day long?