Mu Shicang looked at her without saying anything. She swallowed unconsciously, but he suddenly laughed: "Looking for someone."
His smile looked gentle, but Shu Zeyi was inexplicably frightened and took a step back. Jiang Lingyue, still unaware of the situation, stepped forward to try to get closer: "Master Xiao Mu, who are you looking for? I can help you. This place is now reserved by our crew, and I know everyone here."
Mu Shicang glanced at Jiang Lingyue, and then suddenly saw a pair of familiar sneakers behind them. Judging from the posture of the feet, the owner was obviously lying on the ground.
He narrowed his eyes, then slowly extended his hand towards Jiang Lingyue. Jiang Lingyue was stunned and looked at him helplessly: "Master Xiao Mu..."
Mu Shicang ignored her. His hand slowly fell on her shoulder. Jiang Lingyue felt her breath catch and her face became hot. She was completely different from the arrogant and domineering look just now. But then she felt a vicious gaze. She instinctively looked towards Shu Zeyi, and sure enough, it was Shu Zeyi who was glaring at her.
She felt a little weak at first, but then she raised her neck again. Who doesn't want the favor of Master Xiaomu? Don't say that Master Xiaomu is nothing to you. Even if you really get into Master Xiaomu's bed and become Mrs. Mu, you can't stop other women from climbing onto Master Xiaomu. Aren't you the one who climbs onto him? Master Xiaomu has a wife at home. We are all the same kind of people.
Shu Zeyi was driven mad by Jiang Lingyue's expression. She hurried forward a few steps and was about to pull Mu Shicang's hand away, but before that, Mu Shi pushed Jiang Lingyue away with such force that Jiang Lingyue fell directly to the ground.
She looked at Shu Zeyi blankly, but Shu Zeyi had no time to care about her at this time. He took a big step forward and took Mu Shicang's hand: "A Cang, something happened here. It's not convenient to talk. Let's go first."
Yang Shushu was pressed to the ground, with most of her body blocked by someone. She thought Mu Shicang couldn't recognize her and was about to pull the person away, but Mu Shicang didn't move. He just lowered his eyes to glance at her hand holding his arm, and then smiled.
Shu Zeyi felt her hand frozen by a piece of ice in an instant, and she loosened it as soon as it went numb. However, she was still unwilling to give up and wanted to step forward to stop the man. Mu Shicang looked at her, tilted his head slightly to the side, and smiled slightly. Her whole body froze, and then she watched Mu Shicang walk behind the middle-aged man and said lightly: "Get out of here."
The man was already frightened out of his wits, and when he saw Mu Shicang coming towards him, he immediately let go of his hand and stepped back a long way. Mu Shicang finally saw Yang Shushu lying on the ground with one side of her face pressed against the ground and her eyes closed, as if she was unconscious.
He had clearly seen Yang Shushu in a more miserable and miserable state, but his heart was calm at that time, without any fluctuations. But now—
Mu Shicang's eyes flashed, and an inexplicable emotion surged in his chest. He was always calm, gentle and elegant in front of others, but the people around him felt a gust of hostility blowing over them for a moment. The one who felt this most clearly was Zuo Jinheng, who had been fighting with him since childhood.
He looked at Mu Shicang in surprise, then his eyes fell on Yang Shushu. He temporarily put aside his original intention of saving people and continued to watch the fun.
From Mu Shicang's perspective, he couldn't see Zuo Jinheng for the time being, so he slowly squatted down and gently touched Yang Shushu's face with his hand. He was very cautious, as if he was afraid of breaking something.
At this moment, Yang Shushu's eyelids finally moved and slowly opened. The hostility that Mu Shicang had not yet had time to put away suddenly rushed into her eyes.
Yang Shushu had always defined Mu Shicang as a beast in human clothing, but at this moment she found that the beast seemed to have taken off his clothes, and the ferocious murderous aura was coming straight at him, scratching her skin and flesh.
She sneered inwardly: Are you angry? Furious? Annoyed? Do you think you're such a disgrace to your wife? Do you want a divorce?
Although her back was aching all over, Yang Shushu's eyes were shining brightly at this moment. She looked so happy as if she had seen some miracle that she had been expecting appear before her eyes.
Mu Shicang stared at that gaze in a daze, his heart inexplicably warmed up, and then his whole body seemed to start to heat up.
she--
Has she been waiting for me to save her?
From childhood to adulthood, Mu Shicang has always been what others expect. When he was a child, when his parents were around, they expected him to be happy all the time and always smile happily.
Later, when his parents passed away, his grandfather hoped that he would grow up bravely and become a man who could shoulder heavy responsibilities and stand tall.
Later, he took over Muyuan, and everyone in the company hoped that he could lead the entire group into a new era and lead them to make more money.
Women, on the other hand, have even more diverse expectations of him: money, power, material possessions, love; they want to get everything from him.
Since childhood, he was no stranger to other people's expectations, but apart from his parents' expectations that he imagined or others expressed, and his grandfather's extreme and obsessive expectations, this was the first time he saw such a pure yet simple look of hope.
At that moment, Mu Shicang felt that he was everything to Yang Shushu. He never lacked the dependence and trust of others. On the contrary, in the eyes of others, he was almost an omnipotent god-like existence. He felt that he should get used to such eyes.
But for some reason, when he met those eyes that were stubborn yet filled with expectation, he had an illusion that he was her only master and her only hope. Even though he hated her, it did not affect the inexplicable sense of satisfaction that welled up from the bottom of his heart.
Yang Shushu looked at the trembling smile on Mu Shicang's lips, and her heart trembled inexplicably. What was this pervert thinking? Why was he smiling so...
Yang Shushu couldn't think of how to describe this smile for a moment. Mu Shicang, he was really good-looking. Usually when he smiled in front of others, he was as gentle as jade and graceful. But her smile in front of Yang Shushu was mostly distorted and full of hatred, either a sneer, a grin, or a smile mixed with sarcasm and hatred.
But today, this smile seemed to have reached a higher level. There was joy in the surprise, and surprise in the joy, and some satisfaction inexplicably arose from the surprise. After the satisfaction, it slowly twisted, and finally it was like a paranoid desire to completely hold this satisfaction in his hands.
Yang Shushu couldn't laugh anymore. This smile was too damn devilish.
She supported herself on the ground with her hands and slowly got up. The people who attacked her didn't dare to move or speak. With Master Xiao Mu standing there, who would dare to say anything? But some people dared to speak.
Yang Shushu got up, brushed off the dust on her body, and rubbed her face. She gasped when she touched it, probably because she got hurt. Mu Shicang suddenly reached out and pulled her in front of him. He held her chin as if no one was around and looked around, completely ignoring the gasps of people around him and Shu Zeyi's expression that was almost twisted into a knot.
"Tsk tsk, she wasn't good-looking to begin with, how can she still look good after being disfigured?"
Hearing his disgust, Yang Shushu couldn't help but retort, "I'm not showing you what I look like, let go."
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