Seeing An Ran’s starry eyes blinking, Lin Junyang decided to add one last comment.
"Do you know, a grown man, especially someone like Second Brother at his age, is at the peak of physical strength and strong desires? Even without a woman, he’ll... you get it. So, Second Brother sleeping next to you for so long without touching you, that’s definitely true love."
After listening to Lin Junyang, An Ran couldn’t help but glance at his hands. Could it be true?
She remembered Ye Sheng also telling her before that men at this age have normal physiological needs.
Following her gaze, Lin Junyang looked at his own hands, jumped up, and poked her forehead with his finger, "Tuzi, where are you looking? What’s going on in that little head of yours?"
An Ran covered her slightly aching forehead, glaring at Lin Junyang angrily, "Brother Yang, you’re the one who said it." ᴛhis chapter is ᴜpdated by novel⚑fire.net
"I... I was talking about Second Brother," Lin Junyang emphasized. This sly girl, why was she looking at his hands?
"Aren’t you also a man? Aren’t you also in your twenties?" An Ran muttered softly, pouting.
"What are you mumbling about?" Lin Junyang glanced at her sideways and asked.
An Ran quickly waved her hand, "Nothing, nothing."
"Alright, I’ve said what I needed to say, you think about it yourself. Tuzi, I’m telling you, a man like Boss Mu is one of a kind in a hundred years. Didn’t you notice my sister eyeing him for twenty years? You’re lucky now, you better cherish him. I’m going to the company to check on my poor Second Brother, bye."
After saying this, Lin Junyang waved his hand and left.
Watching Lin Junyang’s back, An Ran was lost in thought for a long time. Is it true? Does Instructor Mu really love her?
But, such an excellent Instructor Mu, how could she be worthy of him?
As soon as Lin Junyang entered Mu’s Building, he felt a chill in the air. The whole company was in a state of panic, employees were practically jogging even while walking.
Outside the President’s office, Liu Hu came rushing over with tears streaming down his face, "Lin Tou, you’re finally here."
Seeing Liu Hu hugging him like a koala, Lin Junyang without hesitation tossed him over with a shoulder throw.
Liu Hu quickly adjusted his posture in midair, barely landing on his feet. He then looked at Lin Junyang with a resentful face, "Lin Tou, are you two teaming up on me?"
"Enough, stop playing the victim, I’ll go in and check." Lin Junyang knew very well what Mu Xingfeng was like when he got angry, so he didn’t waste much time bantering with Liu Hu and pushed the door open to go in.
However, he had seen Mu Xingfeng lose his temper many times, but never in this particular way.
In the past, if Mu Xingfeng was unhappy, single-handed push-ups, 10km runs with weight, these were routine. If that didn’t work, he would spar with him, turning him into a punching bag.
But now, none of these could be used on Tuzi, so the open anger simmered into a cold one.
The entire President’s office was shrouded in his dark mood, and the moment the door opened, Lin Junyang just wanted to close it and leave again.
He carefully entered the room, sat down on the sofa opposite, took out a cigarette, lit it, and said to the man buried in papers behind the desk, "Want one?"
Mu Xingfeng raised his head, and a cigarette flew over. Mu Xingfeng caught it.
Lin Junyang jogged over, lit it for him personally, then sat across from Mu Xingfeng.
"I just got back from Yujing Garden," Lin Junyang said.