Chapter 95 Sense of Crisis

After the morning meeting, Shuang Xu returned to the office and saw a message from "Brother Tingzhou" on her mobile phone.

It's a photo.

The background of the basement was dark, with a cool bluish tone. She made a "yeah" gesture and looked at the camera blankly. He Tingzhou was standing behind her, raising his hand for her with one hand and putting his other hand on her right shoulder.

Her face appeared small and delicate in the camera. He Tingzhou's sharp and three-dimensional bones were very photogenic, and the corners of her lips were raised lazily.

The body shape is different from that of the other, and the posture is not intimate, but it looks close.

The frost sequence conditions reflexively looked up and around.

Oh, her own office.

If this photo were seen by others, it would spread throughout Yancheng within a day.

Facts have proven that people who commit crimes will feel guilty. She quickly deleted the chat records and scolded He Tingzhou:

【Are you crazy? 】

He Tingzhou replied: [Yeah]

“…”

There was a lively chat going on in the WeChat group. She caught a glimpse of the words "Mr. Zheng". She clicked on it and found out that Mr. Zheng was so angry with Zheng Zuye this morning that he almost died of a heart attack.

Yue Zifeng was embarrassed: [How come it’s just a little bit off?]

As soon as it was posted, it was withdrawn, and immediately followed by a hypocritical message: [Mr. Zheng, please take care of yourself! I cried when I heard the news at home early in the morning.]

Here is a neat string of contempt:

【Vanity】

[You are crying because your sister beat you]

[Screenshot taken. I don’t want to die. Please work like a slave for me for the rest of my life.]

Yue Zifeng: [@Zuo Zhong, just wait! I’m going to kill you right now]

When Shuang Xu saw it, he understood what He Tingzhou said in the morning.

Zheng Zuye drugged and raped her, but the old man protected her and only sent people to follow her, which definitely did not have such a strong power.

Most likely He Tingzhou did something in there.

After get off work, Shuang Xu drove home. When he saw a red light on the road, he stopped. His eyes casually swept out the window and saw a bookstore across the intersection.

She paused and then looked back. The thirty-second red light countdown was steady and regular.

The green light came on, she started the car, drove forward with the traffic, crossed the intersection, turned around, and parked the car outside the bookstore.

Even though she and He Tingzhou did not have this kind of transactional relationship, given his help to the Shen family and his previous rescues of her, this concern was justified. Once she understood this, she would stop worrying about it.

While I was selecting books from the list, I heard the elegant footsteps of high heels approaching.

Someone called her, "Miss Song."

Shuang Xu turned around holding the book, and Mu Yanshu took the initiative to greet him: "What a coincidence, are you here to buy books too?"

"Yeah." Shuang Xu turned around and continued searching.

She was not very clear about Mu Yanshu's background, but judging from her figure and demeanor, she seemed to be a dancer. It was all thanks to He Tingzhou that she had the chance to meet her.

Mu Yanshu took a look at the bedtime story in Shuang Xu's hand and asked, "Did you buy it for Miss Yue?"

She was a very smart person and knew that neither the Shen family nor the Song family had any children, and that Yue Zifeng was the only one in the circle who had an eight-year-old sister, so it was easy for her to guess.

"The book in your hand is suitable for children over 12 years old. It may be a little difficult for Miss Yue." Mu Yanshu took another very exquisite cartoon 3D book, "Why not try this one. This one is more suitable for 8-year-old children."

Shuang Xu glanced at her.

She really seemed to be unaware of He Tingzhou's sleeping habits.

Oh, yes, she didn't have to tell the story, she was just fanning herself on the side.

Shuang Xu twitched the corner of his lips: "No need. This book is too childish for him."

Mu Yanshu smiled slightly: "That's it."

After she put the book back, she did not leave immediately, but followed slowly behind Shuang Xu, gently waving a fan.

"I heard that Miss Song's company is making drones, is that right?" She has a charming voice and speaks softly, which makes people feel comfortable and enjoy talking to her.

"Yes." Shuang Xu was not affected by her and picked his own book slowly. "Are you interested in drones?"

"I just heard Master Zhou say a few words. I'm not good at playing with these mechanical products, but Master Zhou likes them." Mu Yanshu chatted casually.

"Although he deliberately opposed the commander and refused to join the army, he still loved airplanes. At the age of 18, he got a pilot's license and flew across several continents by himself. He didn't go home or report his safety. The commander was very anxious at the time. He was a very carefree person, unrestrained and free."

I really don't know about these frost sequences.

He Tingzhou...is indeed a person who does whatever he wants.

Mu Yanshu continued, "Miss Song and Master Zhou must have a lot in common."

Why did you suddenly come to talk to her about He Tingzhou?

Shuang Xu quickly recalled the past.

Yesterday in the elevator, she and He Tingzhou said very little and there was nothing wrong with the content of their conversation.

She raised her hand to take a book from the bookshelf: "Brother Tingzhou and I were just talking about work. We didn't have much in common."

Mu Yanshu observed her expression carefully. Her reaction was calm and impeccable.

Although she didn't say much to He Tingzhou in the elevator yesterday and the content was nothing special, some things could not be hidden.

However, although she seemed polite to He Tingzhou, her attitude actually contained a bit of ferocity. He Tingzhou's response and even his initiative to make things difficult for her were all clues worth savoring.

Of course, the most important thing is the way He Tingzhou looked at her.

At first glance, he looked careless and inattentive, but when she spoke, he would look intently into her eyes. The corners of his eyes would be slightly raised, as if he was observing the color of her pupils, and at some point they would move down a little, gently passing over her opening and closing lips.

He wanted to kiss her.

This was Mu Yanshu's sixth sense. She had never seen He Tingzhou look at any woman in that way.

She was not surprised that He Tingzhou was interested in Shuang Xu. This young lady from the Song family was born with a face that all men would like.

She is stunningly beautiful at first sight, unforgettable, and the shape of her eyes is pure, with that kind of clarity that makes one want to protect it well that cannot be imitated by others, and even the length of her eyelashes is just right.

Mu Yanshu is worthy of being called Mu the Beauty. She has been beautiful since she was a child. She boasts that there are very few women prettier than her in the whole Yancheng. The men who want to seduce her are like a moat, but she has a special liking for the man from the He family, and everyone knows that she is pursuing him.

She deliberately worked hard to get into this circle and followed him step by step for two years. She was patient and confident, and was never afraid of competing with other women.

But Frost Sequence made her feel a sense of crisis.

"Which direction are you going, Miss Song? Would it be convenient for you to give me a ride?"

"Where are you going?" Shuang Xu asked.

"Huiying Street." Mu Yanshu said, "The cheongsam I ordered last time is ready. I'll pick it up today."

"Sure." Shuang Xu said, "On the way."

After settling the bill, Shuang Xu carried the book into the car, and Mu Yanshu sat in the passenger seat.

The strength and manner of her fanning were very gentle. Shuang Xu recalled the scene of her fanning He Tingzhou while he was sleeping. She really knew how to enjoy herself.

This kind of ivory fan requires extremely high skills from the craftsmen. The precious ivory must be shaved into thin slices and then carved with delicate patterns. It is as thin as a cicada's wing and cruelly extravagant.

Such an exquisite antique fits particularly well in Mu Yanshu's delicate hands.

I have seen this fan frost sequence several times.

"Your fan is very beautiful."

"This fan is from the Thirteen Hongs in the Qing Dynasty." Mu Yanshu smiled softly, "I like old things. This was originally a collection of an old gentleman. He wanted to please Master Zhou, so he gave it to me."

She closed the fan and said generously, "If Miss Song likes it, I can give it up."

"I don't have the habit of stealing other people's love." Shuang Xu smiled, "And I joined the Animal Protection Association when I was in college."

Mu Yanshu knew very well how ivory was obtained, but her values ​​were different. She liked this kind of "fame" more than she had sympathy for the animals.

When she got off the bus at Huiying Street, she asked Shuang Xu, "Ms. Song, would you mind adding me on WeChat?"

After adding the friends, Shuang Xu closed the car window and left. In the rearview mirror, Mu Yanshu was watching her with a smile on her face.

Is she guilty of being a thief? Why does everyone seem like a detective who can see through everything?