She didn't speak, and Ji Huaishen didn't ask any further questions.
Instead, he said to himself, "Then let's tell the story of the little match girl."
"Once upon a time, there was a little girl in her family..."
Did he really say that?
Mu Xiaocheng pressed her lips tightly together, her lips gradually losing color, and her eyes inexplicably became sore.
She rested her head on his shoulder, and he had one arm around her, making no other movements.
The night was quiet in the depths of winter.
His deep, gentle voice was in her ear, and the feeling was tranquil and beautiful.
Mu Xiaocheng felt as if she had been transported back to a night many years ago when her mother told her stories...
Her nose stung, and glistening tears welled up in her eyes.
But she stubbornly refused to let her tears fall.
She didn't know how much time had passed, but drowsiness gradually crept in, and she slowly closed her eyes.
Before going to sleep, she muttered, "Ji Huaishen, remember to wake me up early tomorrow."
Ji Huaishen glanced at her peaceful and lovely sleeping face and gently agreed.
"Um."
Feeling her even breathing, Ji Huaishen carefully lowered his head and gently kissed her forehead.
Her voice was low and tender: "Goodnight."
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Because last time, Qi Feiwan not only failed to get anything out of Mu Xiaocheng, but was also tricked by Mu Xiaocheng.
So she's been feeling quite uncomfortable lately.
Zhou Ningshuang, on the other hand, seems to be someone who thrives on chaos.
He was always stirring things up in her ear.
Qi Feiwan knew, of course, that Zhou Ningshuang was not a good person, but as long as she could help her get things done, she didn't care what kind of person she was.
At this moment, Qi Feiwan, wearing a hat and a mask, was sitting in a corner of the bar.
Zhou Ningshuang sat next to her, holding a cigarette but not lighting it.
"I heard about what happened last time, and I really feel indignant for you. That brat Mu Xiaocheng is truly disgusting."
Zhou Ningshuang took a sip of her drink, then took out a lighter and lit the cigarette in her hand with a snap.
Qi Feiwan narrowed her eyes dangerously: "That's right."
Mu Xiaocheng now has a powerful backer, and she can't be messed with.
He was wronged and suffered in vain.
She remembered the grudge from last time very well, and she was determined to do everything in her power to avenge herself.
Zhou Ningshuang took a leisurely drag of her cigarette, and out of the corner of her eye, she caught a glimpse of a familiar figure. Suddenly, she raised an eyebrow and asked, "Want to get her?"
Qi Feiwan frowned slightly: "If I remember correctly, you and that Mu Xiaocheng are related, right? Why are you helping me? Moreover, I can tell that you have a lot of hostility towards her."
Hearing Qi Feiwan say that, Zhou Ningshuang chuckled softly.
He flicked the ash from his cigarette and smiled, "As long as the Meng family is not at peace and Zhou Ningyi is not doing well, I'll be happy."
He spoke casually, but his eyes were filled with hatred.
I see.
Zhou Ningshuang helped her with a purpose.
They used her to make things difficult for Mu Xiaocheng, wanting to make the Meng family suffer.
Qi Feiwan's eyes narrowed as she looked directly at her: "Do you think I would cooperate with you?"
Zhou Ningshuang smiled sweetly, her red lips curving upwards: "Miss Qi, don't you know how?"
Qi Feiwan crossed her arms and smiled dismissively.
"Tell me, what are your plans?"
Zhou Ningshuang pointed in a certain direction in the bar lobby.
"Do you see that tall, thin, handsome young man?"
"That's Song Guiran, the second son of the Song family, and a very good friend of Mu Xiaocheng."
Qi Feiwan raised an eyebrow.
Zhou Ningshuang smiled, her tone icy: "If something happens to him, Mu Xiaocheng shouldn't refuse to help, right?"
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