Chapter 501 This guy has bad intentions
Jiang Zhiyue stood there and after listening to Gu Zhaoye's confession, Gu Zhaoye was about to reach out and hold her.
At this moment, an inappropriate low laugh was heard.
Gu Zhaoye's face changed and he turned his head to look.
Mu Liansheng rarely wore a black suit, which was a complete change of his usual style. With the blessing of this solemn color, his expression seemed to become much more serious.
I don’t know how long he stood in the dark or how much he heard. The man raised his eyebrows, and his unruly look was extremely playful.
"What a wonderful confession, Zhaoye, when did you become so eloquent?"
"Thanks to you for helping me decipher it. I was wondering...why is there no record of Zhiyue's eighteenth birthday wish in that diary?"
Gu Zhaoye's face was extremely ugly. "Are you too idle to do anything? If you are really that idle, why not go and help old man Sheng sweep the grave!"
"He saw me confessing my feelings and yet he came over to cause trouble. Zhiyue, ignore him. He has no good intentions."
He finally got the chance to hold Jiang Zhiyue's hand and say some sweet words to her. Just as he was about to reach out to pull Jiang Zhiyue, Mu Liansheng squeezed in and stood between them.
He patted the high-tech wheelchair and said with a smile: "Zhaoye, your wheelchair is pretty good. It even has a built-in positioning system. Wherever Zhiyue is, you are there. It's so convenient. I hope you can stay with this wheelchair for the rest of your life."
They both have poisonous tongues, and Gu Zhaoye's eyes can kill. Mu Liansheng raised his eyebrows and looked at Jiang Zhiyue, "Are you touched?"
Jiang Zhiyue frowned.
Mu Liansheng groaned, and his raised eyebrow highlighted his beauty that attracted many men. "Zhao Ye is getting better and better at talking sweet nothings. It seems he has learned a lot from the girls in the nightclub."
"Fuck, Mu Liansheng! When did I go to the nightclub? Which eye of yours saw me learning it?" Gu Zhaoye cried out that he was wronged. If he had good mobility, he would have stood up and fought with Mu Liansheng to the death.
Mu Liansheng smiled and refused to pay attention to her. His eyes were fixed on the girl's porcelain-white face. He felt itchy and put one hand in his pocket. He touched the cold cigarette box and the restlessness in his heart eased a little.
"Did this kid almost succeed? He really attacked you." This was within Mu Liansheng's expectations, but the feeling brought by guessing and hearing it with one's own ears was completely different.
"Do you want me to call the police for you? It's still effective now." Mu Liansheng looked righteous, if he hadn't ignored those eyes full of strong mockery.
His eyes were like a magnet, fixed on Jiang Zhiyue. Her petite stature only reached his chest at most. He lowered his long eyelashes, and a hint of tenderness flashed in his eyes that he himself was not aware of.
"Are you telling a joke?" Jiang Zhiyue asked. Her voice sounded gentle and good-tempered as always.
Mu Liansheng smiled and said, "As long as you are willing to pay attention to me, you can think whatever you want."
As if he had anticipated Jiang Zhiyue's next move, he grabbed her wrist and said, "But you can't leave my side."
Gu Zhaoye couldn't believe it. Mu Liansheng took Jiang Zhiyue's hand in front of him. "Do you want to know where they went? I'll take you to see a good show."
Jiang Zhiyue tried to break free from the big hand that was entangled with her, but Mu Liansheng held on tightly and refused to let go. "Zhaoye is too young, so his love words are inevitably immature. Let me tell you."
"You stole my heart from the first time we met."
Jiang Zhiyue's pupils suddenly dilated, and she resolutely left in the opposite direction. Unexpectedly, the man pulled her with such force that he pulled her directly into his arms, forcing her to face it directly.
Jiang Zhiyue fell into the arms with a faint fragrance, and her head hit Mu Liansheng's strong chest. Although he looked like a devilish face, his figure was impeccable.
"You are simply—" Nonsense.
This is more terrible than letting Mu Liansheng admit that he likes her, as it will remind Jiang Zhiyue of that bad memory.
"Mu Liansheng, are you fucking sick? Let her go!" Gu Zhaoye hated his own disability at this moment. He could only control his wheelchair to hit that frivolous and dissolute monster.
"You stole someone's heart, but you want to walk away."
Mu Liansheng grabbed the slender wrist more tightly, "Have you never considered the feelings of the person you left behind?"
"There are so many female celebrities who have been abandoned by you. Have you considered their feelings? There are so many women who have been played with by you. Have you considered their feelings?"
Only at this time could Jiang Zhiyue be provoked to debate with him. The charming and ambiguous atmosphere deliberately created by Mu Liansheng, as well as the extremely drawn eyes he looked at her, disappeared in an instant.
Jiang Zhiyue raised her leg and stepped on him mercilessly.
The seven-figure custom-made handmade leather shoes left a glaring and delicate shoe print. Mu Liansheng's face changed slightly in pain. He had never met a woman who treated him so coldly and violently.
If he didn't let go, Jiang Zhiyue would kick at the man's weak point. Mu Liansheng has always been a person who can judge the situation.
Looking at the girl running away in panic, and then looking back at him with disgust and disbelief, Mu Liansheng took out a cigarette box from his pocket, took out a cigarette involuntarily, and bit it between his rosy lips.
He smiled and said, "Zhaoye, you should really learn from me. Either make someone fall deeply in love with you, or make her hate you to the bone."
"Look at you, you can only say some touching love words, but she turned around and threw herself into Qin Si's arms, forgetting everything. What's the point?"
Gu Zhaoye was too lazy to pay attention to this lunatic. He gave him a look of contempt, turned his high-tech wheelchair, automatically locked onto Jiang Zhiyue's position, and quickly caught up with her.
The cigarette on Mu Liansheng's lips had not been lit yet, and his eyes were still smiling.
Looks like he has no heart.
It seems that no one can conquer this playboy face. Even though he is obviously a scumbag, she still wants to be moved by him.
To this day, Mu Liansheng still thinks about every little detail in that diary, starting from reading her birthday every year and the joys, sorrows, anger and happiness she expressed in the diary. In fact, at that time, he remembered everything about her.
He took out his mobile phone and slid the screen. The search interface showed the query record of "What gift can bring the most surprise to a girl on her birthday?"
Messages kept popping up, and suggestions from friends and acquaintances followed: [Mr. Mu, pack yourself up and send yourself to that chick. Take off your clothes and lie on her bed. Let her admire your eight-pack abs. I guarantee she will be unable to stop.]
Mu Liansheng used to be in the mood to joke around, but now he replied seriously: [Get lost, she will send me to jail.]
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