For him, a woman's shelf life, or freshness, is one month, and many even don't take a month at all. Although sometimes, even if there is no freshness, it will stay for a while. However, he knew in his heart that after that it would be garbage time, but he continued before he found his next successor.

   But this woman, is very strange.

   The two obviously got what they needed, but they vaguely felt that this woman was different from others.

  For example, if the bank card is given to someone else, it may take less than ten minutes to receive the consumption record on his mobile phone immediately.

  However, she didn't spend a dime.

   To be honest, he was a little surprised.

  Mu Qingyu followed him because of the clearly marked price of one million. However, when a huge sum of money really fell on her head, she didn't spend a dime.

  He began to wonder, if she was by his side, it wasn't for money, then what was it for?

  —Could it be that she designed this situation in the first place because she liked him and wanted to get close to him?

   I don't know why, but at the beginning, he hated women trying to plot against him.

  However, now that he thinks that Mu Qingyu might approach him because he likes him, and it's not for money, why does his mood suddenly get better?

  By the way, Cheng Yaoyun also said that she liked him, that's why she asked him about herself?

  Thinking of this, a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and he suddenly wanted to know, what is Mu Qingyu doing now?

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   At this time, Mu Qingyu returned home exhausted all over. It was already night, and she moved her body, feeling as if all the bones in her body had been reorganized, only the genes were rearranged.

  Opening the curtains, the street lights in the courtyard of the villa illuminated the originally dark room. Mu Qingyu looked into the distance and sighed, then turned and turned on the light in the master bedroom.

  Sudden light, as if the room was suddenly exposed in front of Mu Qingyu. The messy big bed was full of ambiguous atmosphere. Before she left, she hadn't finished packing, so she continued to clean up the house, sorted the dirty clothes, and put them in the washing machine.

  The phone started ticking, and seeing Leng Yunlin's name jumping on the screen, she picked up the phone.

   "Qingyu—"

   "Hmm." Her voice was soft, like the breath of green grass. Didn't mean to, she was—really tired today.

   "Qingyu, have you eaten yet?" It seemed that Mu Qingyu's soft voice flattered Leng Yunlin, making his voice not as cold as usual. Instead, with a hint of pampering tenderness.

  Mu Qingyu was about to answer, when she heard a woman's voice from a distance on the phone, not very clear.

   "Qingyu?" Leng Yunlin looked at Zhao Xiaoxuan who came upstairs to ask him to eat, and called into the phone.

   "Well, here it is."

   "I'm not here, you have to eat well and be obedient, you know?"

  Mu Qingyu listened to Leng Yunlin's obviously soft voice, and responded obediently a few times before Leng Yunlin hung up the phone in satisfaction.

  Throwing himself into the big-bed, looking at the decorations on the snow-white ceiling, he felt very tired all over.

   It's not that the exercise is very hard, it's that I feel inexplicably tired, regardless of body and mind.