Chapter 357: The Way He Looked at Her Was Complex and Profound

Mu Sihan raised his chin slightly and blew out smoke, his dark eyes half-squinted, looking down at An Xiaolin.

There was no fluctuation on his handsome and wild face, and his sexy thin lips curved in a cold and sarcastic arc, "How can you still be a host if you are so ugly?"

Lin Wanyue, who was standing not far away, almost laughed out loud.

Since she met Mu Sihan, there were countless women who admired him. Regardless of whether they were beautiful or in good shape, he didn't bother to take a second look at them.

If someone dares to express his feelings, he will speak harshly.

An Xiaolin looked in disbelief at the handsome man who was leaning on the railing and even blowing out smoke. His pounding heart sank to the bottom after hearing his words.

Growing up, she was only praised for her beauty, and no one ever said she was ugly.

She is not as beautiful as Nan Zhi, but she is pretty and dewy, and is the type that many men like.

"Young Master Mu...you say I'm ugly?" An Xiaolin fluttered her long eyelashes slightly and was about to cry. In the past, whenever any boy saw her like this, he would feel soft-hearted.

Just when she thought the man in front of her would be a little sympathetic, he said in a cold voice, "Get away, don't smear my eyes."

Seeing the gloom and impatience flashing across his dark eyes, An Xiaolin trembled in fright. Not daring to stay with him for another second, she turned around and ran away crying.

After An Xiaolin ran away, Mu Sihan flicked the cigarette ashes on his fingertips and said in a low and cold voice, "Come out."

Lin Wanyue's scalp was numb as she walked from the dark corner to the terrace. When she met the man's deep and dangerous black eyes, she said feeling stressed, "Young Master Mu, I've already got the things."

Mu Sihan put out his half-smoked cigar and spread his long, well-jointed hands toward Lin Wanyue, "Bring it here."

Lin Wanyue handed the handkerchief to Mu Sihan's hand.

Although he had seen the photo of the handkerchief, Mu Sihan's deep pupils shrank sharply when he saw the real thing, and the color in his eyes quickly turned from dark to dark.

For nearly a minute, he pressed his thin, razor-sharp lips tightly into a tight silence.

"Where did this thing come from?" His voice was like ice cubes in the cold winter, without any warmth.

Lin Wanyue glanced at the gray and gloomy sky. From time to time, white flashes of light flashed across the distance, followed by deafening thunder.

A heavy rain is coming.

The face of the man in front of her was even scarier than the dark night. Lin Wanyue said cautiously, "Nan Zhi dropped the handkerchief in the TV station dressing room and I picked it up."

Mu Sihan's pupils suddenly shrank, and his eyes were changing.

He squeezed the handkerchief harder with his big hand, and looked at Lin Wanyue with sharp black eyes, "You should know the consequences of gossiping in front of me!"

Looking at him with dark and sharp eyes, Lin Wanyue felt a strong sense of oppression coming over her. The air around her became condensed, and even her breathing became difficult.

She shook her head in fear, "I'm not making trouble. This handkerchief is indeed in Nan Zhi's hand. If you don't believe it, you can confront her."

Mu Sihan waved his hand with a cold expression, "You can leave."

…

Nan Zhi washed the red wine stains off her body, dried her clothes, and came out of the room with her bag.

She found the man on the terrace who was puffing away his breath and looking very worried.

"Mu Sihan..."

Before she finished speaking, the man with his back to her suddenly turned around and looked at her with a pair of dark and deep eyes, revealing a hint of complexity and depth.

…………