Chapter 1446 She Wants to Take the Young Master Away
Mu Ying thought about it and understood.
No matter how restrained he is, the young master is also a man, and as a man, he has normal physiological needs...
But Master, Master, you are confused. If you really want to find a woman, you shouldn’t go to that kind of place… If you get drunk, or something is filmed, or you are framed, your position as the president of the Chu Group will be unstable.
If the young master really needed a woman, she would be willing to be his woman... but the young master obviously didn't need her.
Thinking of this, Mu Ying felt indignant. She hated herself for loving him so humbly, and she also hated his indifference.
Finally arriving downstairs at the club, Mu Ying parked the car and went straight into the club.
She didn't like this place, but she had come here many times before. At that time, the young master was not yet the president, and she got a lot of information about the Chu family's internal affairs from here.
On her way here, she had already contacted her old friend Thompson, who was the bartender of the club, and had helped her find out the box where the young master was.
As she got on the elevator, she suddenly felt like a pathetic woman trying to catch her cheating boyfriend.
But the young master is not her boyfriend. If she rushed in like this, even if she saw the young master doing something, and the young master said, "Get out," she would have to leave obediently.
So the important thing is to think of a reason to take the young master away.
After thinking about it, I can only use work as an excuse, saying that the group caught fire or the safe was stolen. No matter whether the reason is true or not, I will trick him away first.
If the young master gets angry afterwards, he can settle all the old and new accounts with her. After all, the account of her anesthetizing the young master has not been settled yet.
Thinking of this, Mu Ying came out of the box.
Geng Chi was waiting outside the door. When he saw her, he hurried over to stop her: "Didn't I tell you not to come?"
"What is the young master doing?" Mu Ying stared at Geng Chi. She felt her eyes were blazing with fire.
Geng Chi pursed his lips and said, "I don't know either. Anyway, I'm busy..."
Mu Ying's temples throbbed violently, "Busy? I'm going in because I'm busy!"
She pushed Geng Chi's hand away and was about to rush in, but Geng Chi stretched out his arm to stop her again.
"Aying, listen to me. The young master is really not feeling well right now. Go back quickly. I'm here, and the young master will be fine."
Mu Ying's blood immediately surged. Why was it inconvenient?
She knew that she had no right to interfere in the young master's life, nor did she have the right to stop him from seeking pleasure, but Mu Ying thought that after being with the young master for so many years, she was both his subordinate and his friend.
She had watched how hard the young master had struggled to get to where he was today. Now that they had not yet completely succeeded, the young master had to be careful with his words and actions. She absolutely could not bear to see his previous efforts go to waste.
Thinking of this, she felt more justified.
She said to Geng Chi, "If the young master asks, I will tell him that it was my spy in the club who told me, and I won't let the young master blame you."
Without waiting for Geng Chi to answer, Mu Ying dodged to the side, walked around Geng Chi, and pushed open the door of the box.
She stood at the door, looking into the luxuriously decorated, dimly lit room. She saw a row of people sitting on the large red velvet sofa...both men and women.
With her intrusion, everyone suddenly stopped talking and laughing, leaving only the noisy music stirring in the room.
Mu Ying looked at them, and they looked at Mu Ying too.
Some looked puzzled, some looked amused, some frowned, some narrowed their eyes, and some had greedy glints in their eyes, like jackals seeing a lone deer.
Among all these gazes, none of them made her feel suffocated as the young master's gaze.
He sat in the main seat in the middle, his eyes as deep as an ancient well, and his face as gloomy as the darkest night before dawn.
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