Mu Shicang's voice was gentle, but his tone was filled with arrogance, like a net that completely surrounded Yang Shushu. No one could hurt her, but at the same time, she couldn't get out.
Yang Shushu's hand holding the chopsticks stopped in mid-air. She knew she was a little at a loss. Although she knew that this tenderness might not be directed at her, she was still a little touched.
Mu Shicang held the hand holding the chopsticks and slowly moved his face forward. He had taken off his glasses at some point, and now Yang Shushu was facing his charming peach blossom eyes.
"So, Shushu, tell me, what did you and Ling Xiao say?" With her charming peach blossom eyes and a hint of temptation, Yang Shushu almost told him everything she and Ling Xiao had just said, without missing a single word.
At this moment, there was a sudden knock on the door. Yang Shushu suddenly woke up. She pushed Mu Shicang away and glared at him fiercely. He sighed regretfully and said, "Come in."
The waiter outside knelt at the door and asked softly, "Mr. Mu, your sake."
Mu Shicang didn't say anything, just raised his chin. The waiter stood up, walked in with small steps, put down the wine, and then bent over to leave.
After the waiter left, Yang Shushu looked at Mu Shicang sternly, but then smiled again: "Little Master Mu, if you want to know something, just ask directly. Why bother with this trick, the beauty trap? Do you think you, Little Master Mu, would need it?"
"I'm happy to use it on you. Weren't you completely bewildered just now?"
"Bullshit, I'm just watching you act quietly." A blush spread from her ears to her face. In order to hide it, Yang Shushu directly grabbed the drinkable thing next to her and drank it. It turned out to be the sake that the waiter had just brought.
She could still drink a couple of sips of beer, but the white one—
The spiciness instantly stimulated her mouth and throat, and finally burned all the way down her throat to her stomach. Her whole body suddenly became hot, making her face even redder. She turned from a fresh little white orchid into a blooming red rose.
"Mu Shicang... don't... use your tricks on me. I don't... fall for... your... your... tricks." Yang Shushu sat there swaying. She felt that she was very clear-headed, but she felt a little dizzy.
Mu Shicang had never seen a rose that bloomed so inexplicably and withered so suddenly. Even though he was quick-witted, he was a little stunned at this moment.
Looking at the person with a flushed face lying motionless on the table with eyes closed, he ordered a table full of dishes, but before he even moved, she was - drunk?
Mu Shicang stretched out his hand and gently touched the red cheek. It was elastic and smooth, and quite comfortable. However, the owner of the face did not even lift his eyelids to look at him.
At this time, there was another knock on the door. He was a little unhappy and said directly: "There is no service here."
There was a pause outside the door, and then a male voice sounded: "Mr. Mu, can I come in?"
Mu Shicang raised his eyebrows, looked down at the man whose face was as red as a flower, picked up his suit, and covered the man directly, including his head.
After a careful inspection and finding that nothing was exposed, he stood up and opened the door with satisfaction.
Ling Xiao stood outside the door. When Mu Shicang opened it, he couldn't help but look inside. He only saw a bulging suit half hanging on the table. On it seemed that—
"Mr. Ling, is there something wrong?" Mu Shicang stepped aside, blocking his sight.
Ling Xiao retracted his gaze and looked at him: "Mr. Mu, I'm here to explain what happened just now. Shushu and I just met by chance. I hope you don't misunderstand her."
Mu Shicang had no intention of inviting him in. He leaned against the door, looking at Ling Xiao with a half-smile. "If Mr. Ling hadn't come to explain, I wouldn't have thought much of it. But now that you've explained it this way, I actually think you have some feelings for my wife. What's going on? Mr. Ling, are you trying to get back together?"
Ling Xiao usually doesn't have a good temper. You can say that he has a good temper, or that he is smooth, but you can also say that he is a cold person in nature. Few people can really affect his temper, but at this moment, his gentle eyebrows revealed a hint of anger.
However, this emotion changed his entire temperament and made his personality stand out more.
"Mr. Mu, since she is your wife, you shouldn't say that to her?"
Mu Shicang sneered: "Since you were so good to her, why did you abandon her and leave?"
Ling Xiao's face showed annoyance: "That's all because of you..."
Mu Shicang interrupted him: "Even so, you still left without even a personal message."
"I..." Ling Xiao stuttered, his restless mind showing on his face. He looked towards the house again, and suddenly his face turned stern: "You let her drink?"
Mu Shicang noticed that his expression was not right, so he stopped arguing and nodded blankly: "What's wrong?"
"She's allergic to alcohol." Ling Xiao pushed him away and was about to rush into the house.
Mu Shicang, however, reached out and stopped the man, saying, "Mr. Ling, this excuse isn't very good. I'm the one who lives with her, and I know her better than you do. Haha... She may not be a good drinker, but you said she's allergic to alcohol?"
She drank so much beer yesterday, even if the alcohol content was not high, it would be enough for her to drink a pot.
"I'm not so boring as to joke with you about this kind of thing." Ling Xiao was really angry. He raised his hand to push Mu Shicang again, but he was no match for Mu Shicang. He was grabbed by the arm, and then his whole body was grabbed with the backhand and pushed out the door.
"Mr. Ling, please be aware of your identity. Even though you grew up together, she is still my wife now." Mu Shicang said and closed the door directly. In fact, he was also afraid in his heart. What if he didn't drink much yesterday and was stimulated by the white wine today?
As a result, as soon as he turned around, the person who had been lying on the table just now sat up again. He reached out and fumbled around on the table, just in time to grab the phone. He squinted his eyes and took a look, then jumped up and said, "Oh no, I'm late."
As he spoke, he stood up shakily and rushed to the door. Mu Shicang quickly carried him back: "You haven't started work yet, why are you so late? Do you have to be so dedicated?"
"Hey, who are you? Don't take advantage of me, get out." Yang Shushu pushed him aside and headed towards the door. Mu Shicang staggered and turned back to catch him, but the door had already been opened. Standing at the door was Ling Xiao, who looked worried and angry.
Ling Xiao stood at the door and looked at Yang Shushu, who was half-closed her eyes and swaying in front of him. He was a little confused. What he said just now was the truth. Yang Shushu was a little allergic to alcohol. Although it was not serious, he had never seen her drunk.
"Shushu, what's wrong with you?" He stepped forward to support her.
As a result, Pa Shushu also pushed him aside: "Get out of the way."
As he said that, he was about to walk out. This time, Mu Shicang and Ling Xiao had a rare tacit understanding. One pushed in and the other pulled in, and they finally got the person into the private room. Ling Xiao also took the opportunity to follow him in.
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