Chatper 637 (1/2)

Qin Muchen picked up the suit jacket on the back of the chair, and looked at Nanchuan firmly: "No matter what, it's better than falling into the hands of those people. If necessary, I'd rather destroy it."

After hearing Qin Muchen's words, Nanchuan's expression became serious.

"What's the meaning?"

He felt that Qin Muchen's tone was not right.

Qin Muchen has always been a calm person.

Back then, the first time he met Qin Muchen on the street, he felt that this was not an ordinary man.

Facts have proved that he was not mistaken. In the past ten years or so, Qin Muchen has grown rapidly.

He watched Qin Muchen come to this day, every step Qin Muchen took, every decision he made was determined and confident.

There is never a time when he misses, he can hold his breath, what he wants, the success he wants, he will try his best to achieve it.

However, just now he heard Qin Mushen say that when necessary, he would rather destroy it.

There was a trace of lack of confidence in Qin Muchen's words.

He could hear the anxiety and uneasiness in Qin Mushen's tone.

How could Qin Muchen be uneasy? How could you not be confident?

The only person who can change Qin Muchen's mood greatly is his wife.

However, nothing happened to my wife recently...

If he was just a subordinate, he might only continue to carry out his orders in this situation, but he is Nanchuan who has been with Qin Muchen for so many years.

They are bosses and subordinates, as well as relatives.

"Boss, what happened?"

Qin Mushen walked out the door, ignoring his question directly: "It's getting late, and it will be very busy during this time."

"Boss!" Nan Chuan said with a hint of resistance.

Qin Mu didn't move, and tilted his head slightly: "Things have to be done well, and you should also pay attention to your body."

Leaving such a sentence, he went straight out.

Nan Chuan froze in place.

Qin Muchen seldom expressed such concerns.

In the past, if Nanchuan was injured or fell ill when he was sent out to work, Qin Muchen would just find the best hospital and doctor to see him, but he would not say much.

Qin Muchen's simple sentence seemed to contain a lot of emotions.

But Nan Chuan knew that if Qin Muchen didn't want to say anything, no matter how much he asked, he wouldn't get a result.

...

Qin Mu Shen returned to the bedroom, Su Ziyue was leaning against the head of the bed, sitting upside down, already asleep.

She was probably going to wait for him, but she fell asleep first.

Qin Muchen was about to walk over to put her down, but he remembered that he had just smoked in the office.

He stretched out his hand and smelled his fingers, and sure enough, he smelled a smell of smoke.

He turned and went into the bathroom, took a quick shower before coming out.

Although he had tried his best to relax his movements, Su Ziyue still woke up.

She looked at him with sleepy eyes, and woke up suddenly, her brain was still a little dull, she was dazed for a few seconds before she could react, and muttered, "You're back..."

As she spoke, she burrowed into his arms.

"Yeah." Qin Muchen let her wrap her around him, and after a reply, he said, "Don't wait for me, I'll be back very late these days."

Su Ziyue responded vaguely: "Oh."

There are indeed too many things to be busy recently.

Qin Muchen brushed aside the hair on her forehead, and said softly, "Did you hear what I said? Don't wait for me at night..."

"But you're still angry today..." Su Ziyue was about to fall asleep again, her voice was as thin as a mosquito, but Qin Muchen could still hear it clearly.

He paused, his brows and eyes suddenly softened, a smile appeared on his lips, and he pinched her ears with the utmost sympathy.

Su Ziyue's ears are sensitive, so she shrank back, opened her eyelids slightly, saw the smile on his face, and said in a daze, "Itches, don't pinch..."