"My phone number." Mu Ye's voice was low and tinged with depression.

"Huh?" Yan Qingluo looked at her blankly, wondering what was wrong with this guy again.

"What's my phone number?"

"How should I know? I haven't saved your phone number." Yan Qingluo's fearless statement proved that she really didn't know how terrible a man's jealousy could be.

"Didn't you remember?" Mu Ye's voice, wrapped in ice, came. Although it was not loud, it was like ice needles piercing people's body, causing both pain and coldness.

As Mu Ye got closer, Yan Qingluo unconsciously took a few steps back.

"What are you doing? We didn't call ... "

"Never fought?"

When Yan Qingluo was asked this question, she realized something was wrong. She had fought before, the last time when she was overheard gambling with Sheng Ziqiao.

That counts too!

She thought it was a harassing call, okay?

This ... is a bit unreasonable!

That's not right. Why should she remember his phone number? Why should she feel guilty like a primary school student being questioned by her teacher?

"I didn't remember it. I just didn't remember it. Do I need to remember it? What's my relationship with you? Why should I remember your phone number?!" Yan Qingluo thought, and then shouted out his true thoughts.

A strong hand wrapped around her slender waist, and she felt like she was about to be lifted up. Then, Mu Ye's unique aura enveloped her.

Mu Ye almost bit her earlobe and said, "Then remember it well this time. My phone number is 18 ... "

Yan Qingluo could not hear the following numbers. She could only feel the numbness in her ears from the heat and a buzzing in her brain.

The moment Mu Ye let go, Yan Qingluo actually felt a little empty inside. She pretended to be calm and gracefully lifted her long hair behind her ears.

"Mr. Mu, when can we come back?"

"This time I'm going to Country J and will stay there for about a week."

"A week?! What am I going to do?"

"I can take you in and let you live with me for a week."

"Who wants to live with you?"

"Then after we arrive at our destination, please do as you please, Miss Yan."

" ... !"

rat!

She didn't know anyone in Country J, and she didn't bring her bank card or ID card, and even lost her cell phone. He told her to do whatever she wanted!

What a big head ghost he is!

"Hey, you brought me here, you have to take responsibility! Let me tell you, I just used your phone to call my second brother. If anything happens to me, I will definitely find you. My second brother is an officer in the army, and he can get you in a minute ... "

Yan Qingluo stopped talking when he saw the cold light in Mu Ye's dark eyes becoming increasingly ferocious.

"What do you want me to do?"

"No ... nothing. You have to be responsible for me anyway." Yan Qingluo's voice was small and thin, and he looked delicate.

"Responsible? Didn't Miss Yan say before that I didn't need to be responsible? We are all adults, it's just a love affair, don't take it to heart." Mu Ye actually repeated what she said that day verbatim.

This sanctimonious, hypocritical and pretentious dog man!

Yan Qingluo cursed furiously in his heart, but on the surface he remained gentle and pleasant. After all, he was now helpless and could only rely on this bastard.

A real man can bend and stretch. The humiliation he suffered today will be returned double in the future.

Mu Ye looked at the little girl in front of him with great interest. The expression on her face was very interesting. He knew what she was up to without having to think about it.

"What? Miss Yan, have you forgotten what you said?"

"No."

"Then I won't be responsible."

"These are two different things, okay? It seems that night left a deep impression on Mr. Mu. He still can't forget it even after such a long time."

Mu Ye's pupils couldn't help but shrink as if someone had touched upon his secrets. This girl was indeed someone he could never forget.

"Ms. Yan is very confident in her charm!" Mu Ye looked at Yan Qingluo steadily, "So how many men has Miss Yan seduced?"

... are you sick!

"Mr. Mu, if you don't know how to chat, then don't talk." Yan Qingluo didn't want to talk to him about irrelevant things. It was tiring.

Yan Qingluo found a sunny place to sit down, quietly looking at the sea in the distance.

She felt a slight pain in her stomach, and she covered her stomach, frowning unconsciously.

I was busy all morning and didn't even have time to eat breakfast. I got into trouble and was very angry.

Suddenly, a fragrance wafted over.

Can you cook on a yacht?

Yan Qingluo stood up excitedly and looked around. Of course she could cook. Did she lose her mind just now?

Such a luxurious yacht must be equipped with configurations no less than a two-story villa!

Why did she want to enjoy the sea breeze on the deck? Of course she wanted to enjoy this luxurious yacht and have a meal at the same time.

Anyway, it was that bastard Mu Ye who forced her here, so he has to take responsibility.

Yan Qingluo followed the direction of the fragrance and came to the second floor.

In the middle of the spacious and bright restaurant is a luxurious European-style dining table, on which are placed seven or eight plates of delicious, mouth-watering dishes.

"Wow, it smells so good!" Yan Qingluo couldn't help but praise out loud.

The chef on this yacht must have been hired at a high price, his cooking skills are really good.

Yan Qingluo was just thinking about it when he looked up and a tall and slender figure caught his eye. The unparalleled handsome face with the dark blue apron made him look like a warm and homely man.

Mu Ye!

Yan Qingluo's pupils dilated, and she looked in surprise at Mu Ye who was coming out of the kitchen with a plate of food.

" You made these? "

Although I haven’t tasted it yet, just based on the presentation and color, it’s at the level of a professional chef!

"Miss Yan, try it!" Mu Ye smiled smugly.

Yan Qingluo was not polite. He sat down directly, picked up the chopsticks, picked up a chicken leg and started eating.

Although it is just an ordinary chicken leg, it is tender and tasty, leaving a lingering fragrance on your lips and teeth.

“Mmm~ so delicious!”

Yan Qingluo narrowed his eyes and made a satisfied sound in his throat, like a lazy little fox.

She madly swept up all the delicacies on the table. They were so delicious, even better than those cooked by the Yan family's cook.

Mu Ye can actually cook, and cooks so deliciously. Is he usually free? As the head of the Mu family chaebol, shouldn't he be busy with all kinds of things every day and not know how to do anything except work?

She was almost full when she remembered the chef of this meal. She looked up and met Mu Ye's gaze from across the table. She put down her chopsticks in embarrassment.

There was no mockery, no teasing, no condescending scrutiny in Mu Ye's eyes. Instead, there was something ... something hard to explain, doting?

"If it tastes good, eat more."

"Um."

“There are desserts here.”

"Hmm? Dessert!"

"Eat slowly, no one is going to snatch it from you."

...

The current situation was somewhat beyond Yan Qingluo's expectations.

Why is it so sweet for no apparent reason?