Chapter 44: Using Beauty to Combat
Huo Min's body was getting closer and closer.
It was so close that Mu Yuan's brain was sounding a danger alarm.
I watched him coming over inch by inch.
When the crisis strikes.
She pressed herself against his chest in panic, her eyelashes trembling slightly: "Huo Min?"
Huo Min raised his eyes, his gaze scorching darkly.
“Pah.”
The right door was opened.
Mu Yuan was stunned and glanced at the open car door.
Huo Min's voice was as light as a floating cloud: "You go back first." After saying that, he was about to sit back.
The next second, he was pulled back.
His black pupils suddenly froze and he looked sideways.
Mu Yuan's palms were so hot that they were about to sweat. She looked up at him with her bright almond-shaped eyes and said softly, "Don't be angry."
His lonely and disappointed look just now deeply irritated Mu Yuan.
Her beautiful features were illuminated by sincerity: "I promise, I will never lie to you again."
Afraid that he wouldn't believe her, she raised her little finger and said seriously, "Let's make a pinky promise!"
Her fingers are slender and beautiful.
Even the little finger is standing straight up and is very ornamental.
Huo Min looked at it, the corners of his lips slightly raised, and the anger in his heart was easily digested: "Mr. Mu, isn't your apology a bit perfunctory?"
Mu Yuan's ears were burning with anger because of Mu Gong's shouting.
But she didn't want to let this matter become a barrier between them. She frowned slightly and asked, "What does it mean to not be perfunctory?"
The quarrels she had with Zhou Yuanmei were just minor ones, and she had never experienced such a scene of solemnly apologizing to a friend.
So she had no experience.
The small flame in Huo Min's heart suddenly grew into a raging fire.
His voice was very low and hoarse: "Are you trying to fool me?"
Mu Yuan wrinkled her nose. "Coaxing" seemed a bit too ambiguous. She instinctively avoided the question: "Anyway, just tell me what you want me to do so that you won't be angry."
The emotions hidden in Huo Min's eyes were like a black hole that no one had ever explored, extremely tempting and full of danger.
She couldn't stand the look and wanted to hide.
But thinking that she was apologizing, he went forward anyway.
Her uneasy look was reflected in the black pupils as bright as obsidian.
"Don't lie to me again," he said.
Mu Yuan was surprised.
Do you think that's all he asked for?
But there was no sign of joking on his handsome face: "I can't accept you lying to me, because we..."
Mu Yuan quickly answered: "Because we are friends, there can't be lies between friends, I understand."
Huo Min didn't agree, but just stared at her meaningfully and asked, "Can you do it?"
Mu Yuan didn't even think about it and nodded: "Yes."
"Hook."
He curled his lips and imitated her, raising his little finger.
Under the dim light, his melodious and gentle smile made her heart pound.
The little fingers are intertwined, the body temperature is transmitted to each other, and the heart trembles.
There was an indescribable emotion running rampant in her heart.
She couldn't catch him, couldn't capture him.
It just feels complicated and dark.
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laboratory.
Lunch time.
Mu Yuan glanced at his depressed colleague who was only poking at the vegetables and not eating. "What crime did Cauliflower commit? You deserve to punish me by poking me."
My colleague stopped poking me, put his hands on his face, and said in annoyance, "I made my boyfriend angry, and he ignored me."
Mu Yuan took a bite of cauliflower and said nonchalantly, "I'd like to hear more about it."
A colleague was distressed: "Just because I said goodnight to him and was going to sleep, he caught me playing a row game with friends, and he got angry and said I lied to him, and he ignored my calls and blocked me on WeChat."
Mu Yuan stopped chewing, her almond-shaped eyes focused a little: "Is his anger so obvious?"
Colleague: "Yes, my boyfriend is very straightforward. He says whatever he thinks and can't hide anything. I can tell what he's thinking at a glance."
Mu Yuan thought of Huo Min. She looked at him dozens of times but couldn't figure out what he was thinking.
She was distracted when a colleague asked her, "Mr. Mu, how do you comfort your husband when he's angry? Give me some advice. You're married, so you must have more experience than me."
Mu Yuan looked at her quietly for a moment: "He is almost never angry." Except last night.
Her colleagues had never heard her mention her husband before, so at this moment, curiosity took over more than asking for advice: "Almost... but there are times when he gets angry. So what do you do when he's angry?"
Mu Yuan thought for a moment and said seriously, "Apologize verbally."
"??? And then you coaxed him into submission?"
Mu Yuan thought of the last scene of hooking fingers, and always felt that the intimate touch was still there.
I couldn't help but curl my little finger: "I think... let it go..."
My colleague was speechless and sighed, "Is this what it means to use your beauty to commit crimes? Because you are beautiful, you can do whatever you want."
After failing to get the goods, my colleague ran to another table with the dish tray to seek advice.
As Mu Yuan was closing the market, she vaguely overheard an experienced colleague sharing, "It's easy to soothe a man when he's angry. Act like a spoiled child, give him gifts, hold his hand, kiss him. Even better, go to bed with him. You can argue at the head of the bed and make up at the foot of the bed. Negative distance is the most effective way to bridge the gap."
Others laughed: "It's a bit rough, but you're being too rough."
"Tsk, what era is this? Why are you still so shy about talking about sex? Women have the right to enjoy sex too."
She thought about it carefully and realized that apart from giving gifts, she couldn't do anything else.
The speaker may not intend it, but the listener may take it seriously.
Mu Yuan originally felt that last night's apology was not very sincere, and now, she was thinking of giving him a gift.
To take a step back, even if she didn't make him angry, she should still give him a gift to thank him just for the matter of Chen Zhoufeng.
When Huo Min sent her a message.
She was at the counter, staring gloomily at the neatly rolled ties in the glass window.
She'd given me a shirt before, but pants seemed a bit strange. Shoes? It was hard to choose a style. A belt? Even weirder.
After much thought, Mu Yuan decided to give him a tie.
Huo Min sent: [Let’s have dinner together tonight?]
Half a minute later, I got a reply: [Do you like blue or black? ]
Huo Min raised his eyebrows at this irrelevant reply: [All right, why do you ask?]
Mu Yuan: [Nothing, what do you want to eat? I'll treat you.]
As soon as the message was sent, Huo Min called.
Mu Yuan handed her card to the salesgirl while answering the phone: [Hello?]
Huo Min listened to the background noise and concluded that she was no longer in the lab: [Where?]
Mu Yuan: [I'm at TTpark, do you want to come over? There are a lot of restaurants here.]
Huo Min: [Okay, are you shopping?]
Mu Yuan lowered her head and entered the password on the POS machine: [Yes.]
Huo Min also heard the sound of entering the password. He waited for a few seconds, but did not receive any notification of the deduction. He said calmly, "Didn't I give you a supplementary card? Why don't you use it?"
Mu Yuan just remembered that the so-called secondary card had been thrown into the drawer by her a long time ago.
It was a secondary card that Huo Min had applied for for her when they first got married, saying it was for family use.
But it was basically useless to her, because every time she asked Huo Min for his opinion before making a purchase, the things she wanted to buy would be delivered to her door that night or the next day.
Although Huo Min is her fake husband, Mu Yuan sometimes thinks: I can't find such a considerate man even with a lantern.
Huo Min's existence successfully raised her standards for looking at the opposite sex.
Mu Yuan took the card back from the salesgirl: [I'm not buying household items, I'm buying my own things.]
[The card is in your hands, you can use it however you want, it doesn't matter what it's used for.]
Mu Yuan's hand holding the gift bag paused, and she joked: "Your supplementary card has a large credit limit, aren't you afraid that I'll run away with the money?"
Huo Min said quietly: [I have a larger credit limit, wouldn't it be more cost-effective to take me and run away?]
Mu Yuan’s smile froze.
No response.
Huo Min took a step back: [No need for you to fight, I'll run with you.]
His voice was flat, and it didn't sound like he was joking, but it seemed a bit forced to say he was serious.
Especially, coming from the serious and cold Huo Min's mouth.
No matter how you listen to it, it's ridiculous.
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