Mu Shicang's eyes could exude a coldness even through the lenses, and the speed at which his expression changed made Yang Shushu amazed.
She moved closer to the car door: "What... do you want to do?"
Mu Shicang didn't actually move, but his eyes were extremely aggressive. Just looking at people would make people feel like they would be killed by a blade.
Yang Shushu felt that she was not afraid of him, but she was not afraid of Mu Shicang. She was not afraid of a mentally ill person. It was said that a mentally ill person would not be held responsible for injuring or killing others.
She dared to guarantee that this guy was definitely a schizophrenic patient. Even the best actor might not be able to change his face at such a speed.
But Mu Shicang did not make any further move. He still just sat by the car door, staring at Yang Shushu. This made her feel like she was trapped in the six-foot light prison from some hot-blooded anime move, unable to move at all.
But she still stubbornly confronted him, the two of them standing on either side of the car door, like enemies separated by a deep abyss, wanting to kill each other but unable to get across.
Finally, Yang Shushu felt that her waist was about to break. She didn't dare to sit firmly, and kept leaning slightly. After a long time, her waist couldn't bear it anymore, but she didn't want to lose. She stared at Mu Shicang and fought hard until her waist protested to the extreme. Her body could no longer support her and she fell hard onto the seat. Then she cried out in protest from her buttocks: "Oh my God!"
She let out a short cry of pain and jumped up suddenly, but then she held her head and screamed in pain: "Ah!"
The driver in front was startled and the car braked suddenly. She was already half-bounced up and her body was unstable. When the driver braked, her whole body tilted and she crashed forward. It was too late to react. She could only hold her head, thinking, just protect my head.
But strangely, she did not hit the partition between the front and back seats of the car, but hit an object that was not soft, but definitely more comfortable than stainless steel.
She grabbed the object with both hands, thought about it, and suddenly realized what it was. She bounced her body and sat up suddenly. As a result, she forgot the injury on her buttocks and her face was twisted in pain. But this time she did not learn her lesson and did not bounce up again. She just grimaced and tried to move to a more comfortable position. But at this time, her arm was pulled by someone, and her body tilted, and she fell on a pair of long legs. What caught her eye was the pair of long legs. If there was not enough space in the car, there would be nowhere to put the pair of long legs.
"Lie down and don't move." Mu Shicang's voice came from above his head. It was no longer aggressive and sounded quite peaceful at this moment.
Yang Shushu was unwilling and moved again, but he slapped her on the back without any hesitation. Her back suddenly stiffened and the pain spread from the tiny needle hole to the nerves all over her body. Finally, she gave in.
Seeing that she had finally calmed down, Mu Shicang withdrew his hand. He sighed, sounding somewhat helpless: "Do you think this means that your IQ is not high enough and your brain affects your body's reactions, or that you are too smart, so your four legs are scrapped?"
"I think your IQ has been eaten up by your mouth, you poisonous thief." Yang Shushu was lying on his legs and was still able to fight with him.
Mu Shicang smiled and said nothing more. He just turned his gaze to the outside of the car. His eyes behind the lenses were as deep as the abyss, and no one knew what he was thinking.
When Yang Shushu looked up, she saw the lower side of his face and couldn't help but guess -
How many masks does this person have? Is she truly a psychopath? Could she really be strangled to death someday? If she were to be strangled to death, would that mean she wouldn't be held legally responsible?
Once her thoughts started flowing, they were out of control. In Yang Shushu's eyes, Mu Shicang's gentle and elegant face had become a green-faced and fang-toothed image. She even muttered in ecstasy, "Taishang Laojun, hurry up and kill the evil!"
Mu Shicang looked down at her. He vaguely heard what she was saying, but it was incomprehensible and he didn't know what she meant. He shook his head: Grandpa said that she might be scheming, but why did he feel that apart from being a little sharp occasionally, she was just a fool with a stronger lethality, and the kind that would occasionally act stupid, like now.
The driver had restarted the car. The space in the car was large enough, and the front and back seats were separated. He could just hear the sound, but he didn't know what happened in the back. Seeing that it was quiet now, he looked back and couldn't help feeling a little confused. This was the first time he saw his boss being so patient with a woman.
He has been with his boss for many years and has naturally seen the women around him. If a woman dared to act like this in front of him, she would have been kicked out of the car long ago.
Some people may say that since this is the wife he married home, he naturally looks at her differently. However, the driver has served the Mu family for many years and knows some inside stories of the Mu family. The young lady has never had a good life in the Mu family since her marriage, and Master Mu has turned a blind eye and does not take it seriously at all. Outsiders may not know, but he knows it clearly, after all, it was he who drove the young lady to the hospital when she committed suicide.
But look at the situation now. Since waking up from her suicide attempt, Madam Mu seems like a different person, and Master Mu seems like a different person as well.
Are all men servile? They're gentle and kind, but you don't like them, so you have to bite them every day to be happy?
The driver felt that it was not a good idea to criticize his boss in this way, so he shook his head and concentrated on driving.
Mu Shicang at the back was actually also confused. It seemed that he had indulged and let Yang Shushu go too much after she woke up. It seemed that when she opened her eyes and he saw her dazzlingly bright eyes that were different from before, some of his actions were slowly changing.
Why? Is it just because Yang Shushu is more interested now?
But no matter how interesting she is, she is still just a tool for him to keep by his side. Is he too indulgent?
It seems that I have to hold back from now on and let her know who is the boss.
Yang Shushu didn't know what Mu Shicang was thinking. She was tired after tossing and turning for so long that she fell asleep on her legs. When she woke up, she was in Mu Shicang's arms. He was holding her while walking. She was startled and struggled to get down, but he held her tighter: "Don't move. Try to act weak so that people will think you are seriously injured."
Yang Shushu paused and looked up at him suspiciously: "What do you want to do now?"
He lowered his head and smiled gently at her, "I'll help you get revenge, dear, be obedient."
The voice sounded like someone coaxing a child who refused to take medicine, so gentle that it gave people an illusion. Yang Shushu grinned, refusing to admit that she was stunned for a moment. She kicked her legs twice in the air: "I was bullied on the set. Why are you going home to seek revenge?"
"you guess."
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