Chapter 942 You Are Not Crazy (81)

The black-haired man looked at her sideways and said calmly, "Five minutes."

Shen Mubai sighed slightly, stayed peacefully in his arms, and stared at the phone for a while.

When the time was up, he reminded him in a low voice, "He Zeyu."

The man seemed not to have heard anything and continued to browse the documents on the table. His big hand on her waist did not move at all.

Shen Mubai was a little annoyed. This was not another place. Although the possibility was very small, what if there was something urgent and the other party walked in directly.

He couldn't help but lie on the other person's shoulder and pray in a low voice, "He Zeyu."

"Be good." The man raised the corners of his lips slightly, his tone gentle and doting.

Being so shameless, Shen Mubai gave up struggling and started to make fun of himself in frustration, "Aren't you tired when you hold me like this?"

"Even if Mrs. He weighs over 100, it will be no problem for your husband to hold her for a whole day." He Zeyu laughed softly.

Shen Mubai was depressed, and in the end he could only stay quietly in the other person's arms.

When someone knocked on the door, she couldn't help but become nervous, and while He Zeyu's attention was distracted, she struggled.

The other party raised his eyes and glanced at her, with a smile on his lips.

The person who came was Special Assistant Wu. He glanced at the president's wife, whose face was abnormally red, and pretended not to see her. "Mr. He, this is the document you want."

"Yes." Although Mr. He looked as usual, Assistant Wu could feel that he was in a good mood.

He couldn't help but think wrongly, and after exiting, he coughed.

Shen Mubai naturally noticed Assistant Wu's gaze. When he saw He Zeyu waving to her, he turned around and turned his head.

Ha, man.

They are all lower body animals.

After having steak for lunch and handling some things at the company in the afternoon, He Zeyu took her to the place mentioned in the morning.

The driver stopped in front of a jewelry store.

He Zeyu opened the car door and took her hand.

Shen Mubai could notice the envious looks cast on her by the women around her.

But what she pays more attention to is the jewelry store?

Why did He Zeyu bring her here?

"Welcome, sir, madam." The clerk at the door greeted cordially.

They walked in and were greeted by someone, "Welcome, sir and madam, would you like to buy a ring or something else?"

"Ring." He Zeyu replied.

"Okay, please come this way." The other party led them over.

Shen Mubai was stunned. A ring?

Next to him, He Zeyu lowered his eyes slightly and explained calmly, "Engagement ring."

Shen Mubai, "..." Very good.

She couldn't help but feel a little depressed and aggrieved.

"Sir, Miss, this ring is made by a famous jewelry designer from country A..." The clerk introduced it to them with a sweet smile.

Shen Mubai's hand was held, and a low voice came to his ears, "How is it, do you like it?"

She opened her mouth and wanted to ask, what will you do if I refuse?

But he finally shut up.

Forget it, personal freedom is gone, what’s the point of saying this.

Shen Mubai laughed bitterly in his heart, this bastard in the system was here to trick him at the critical moment.

The clerk took the ring back with a wink, picked up another one, and continued to introduce it.

I looked at several rings in a row.

Shen Mubai felt depressed and unmotivated.