It must be just chatting under the blankets! Otherwise, in what situation did Xiaomei talk to Zhao Huai about Jian Yan talking to Qin Mu? Qin Mu sighed slowly and muttered, "It must be Xiaomei whispering to Zhao Huai." "So you’re admitting that your pure father-like master said something he shouldn’t to you?" "He didn’t say anything, really just wished me a happy holiday! Then I wished him a happy holiday! He just wasn’t very happy when he left." Qin Mu thought about how Jian Yan looked when he left, and couldn’t catch her breath. Mu Yichen instinctively pulled her into his arms, then turned her around, holding her close. With some worried brows furrowed, he couldn’t help but say to the somewhat sad woman beneath him, "Mrs. Mu, you’re lucky you were born a few years later than me." Qin Mu didn’t understand. But Mu Yichen understood himself, if Qin Mu had been born a few years earlier, maybe she wouldn’t be so under his control, or perhaps the too-spirited Mrs. Mu would become his master’s woman. Mu Yichen lowered his head to kiss her, but instead, bit her. Qin Mu couldn’t help but groan, completely unaware of what he was thinking. "Mrs. Mu, say that you love me." "Mu Yichen, what’s wrong with you?" Qin Mu saw the panic in his eyes, feeling more nervous than he was, she gently asked him in a suppressed voice. Mu Yichen unconsciously laughed, looking at her lost soulfully, his sexy fingers gently stroking her cheek: "What else could be wrong? I’m just afraid you were born a few years earlier and got taken by someone else." Qin Mu’s heart trembled violently, but the next moment she raised both hands to hold his face, stubbornly and seriously saying to him: "No way! With you, who else could enter my heart?" "Are you serious about that?" "I thought, back when I was twenty, you already saw my heart clearly." Qin Mu reminded him, the year they had their first encounter in that small house in Paris. The little her, unyielding, wanting to conquer him. "I truly saw your heart clearly last time when you said there’s only me here!" He pinched her hand again over his heart, his voice low like a cello, beautifully intoxicating her. Like a dream, not knowing how to wake up. No! No need to wake up! The snow on Christmas Eve wasn’t heavy, and the stars on Christmas night were dazzling. Google seaʀᴄh NoveI~Fire.net On the big bed, two people entwined, a lifetime not feeling too long. A famous person once said love needs distance, not too much, but always some distance. So, the next morning, as Qin Mu pondered how to escape tonight, President Mu went on a business trip. He only left a note on her phone. She woke up and habitually reached for her phone, then felt the note along with the phone. "Something in K City needs me to go there, will be back before midnight!" Qin Mu tiredly got up, thinking since he wouldn’t be back until evening, staying one night was actually fine. But guessing that he’d be too tired to tire her out again, Qin Mu cheerfully went to freshen up. Only her shoulders were aching badly, the studio empty, so she arranged to go to the restaurant with Wen Runuan to drink fish soup, they hadn’t had fish soup together for a long time, Wen Runuan had been away recently, only back because of the holiday. Qin Mu ordered dishes for the two of them, handed the menu over to the waiter while looking up, coincidentally seeing Wen Runuan walking towards her in high heels. Being out for a while, she seemed tanned and slimmer. "Why are you looking at me like that? Is there something on my face?" Wen Runuan sat down and asked with a cheerful smile, raising a hand thin enough to show veins to cover her face briefly. "It must be tough filming, you’ve lost so much weight." Qin Mu could only speak the truth. "Yeah! Mainly had to diet, I still have a role to play." Wen Runuan sighed, but didn’t deny her current poor state, not wearing heavy makeup today since there’s no filming, so Qin Mu could see her issues. "Being an actor is especially hard, whether male or female, always sacrificing their stomach for the sake of image, sigh! I never want to do this in my next life." "Then what will you do?" "Become a director! And work under Director Zhang from our company." Wen Runuan said, laughing again, taking off her scarf to set it aside. Being a director doesn’t require dieting, just letting actors control their weight.