at last.
The little angel was punched away by the devil. The devil pinched his waist and laughed arrogantly above Yang Shushu's head, while her hand had silently reached for her spider web-covered cell phone.
Mobile Oni-chan, you just accompanied me through a battle, and now we have to go through another battle about money together.
Yang Shushu remained leaning against the wall, her phone already clutched in her hand, ready to capture the actor's unique demeanor. (Author: You've been blinded by your money. Your behavior is already that of a bad sasaeng fan. I will stop you on behalf of the moon.)
The author's big move -
"What are you doing?" A cold voice suddenly rang out from the originally quiet VIP hall on the fourth floor, and the originally warm and ambiguous atmosphere instantly dissipated.
Zuo Jinheng didn't move, and Yang Shushu couldn't move for the time being. She could only turn her head and look in the direction of the sound. She saw Mu Shicang standing at the door of a private room. Standing next to him was Wang Qiaoran, her hand holding his arm. The two looked particularly close.
Yang Shushu was stunned for a moment, then smiled and thought to herself: This life is really full of drama. The couple met in an entertainment venue, each surrounded by handsome men and beautiful women. Although she was involved in the matter, but when she thought about it from the sidelines, the picture was quite beautiful.
Then, she remembered her first ideal - to make Mu Shicang wear a green hat.
"Whatever you are doing, I am doing the same thing." She deliberately did not explain, but it was not easy to directly drag Zuo Jinheng into this. The actor was the most innocent person here.
Mu Shicang was stunned for a moment, and for some reason he looked down at his arm that Wang Qiaoran had held, and then for some reason he pulled his arm away: "What are you doing here?"
He walked towards her and Zuo Jinheng with a gloomy expression, not noticing the slightest hint of panic that flashed past Wang Qiaoran behind him.
She quickly caught up with him and held his arm again: "Mr. Mu, please be careful. You drank a lot just now."
After she finished speaking, she looked at Yang Shushu again, her face full of anxiety: "Mrs. Mu, Mr. Mu drank a little too much today, please don't make him angry."
Yang Shushu leaned against the wall without moving. After hearing her words, she didn't get angry but laughed instead. She didn't even bother to explain: "Since he's drunk, just take him to the hotel or your house."
Her attitude was casual and frank, as if she was giving someone a cabbage.
Not only Wang Qiaoran was stunned, Zuo Jinheng, who was sitting opposite her, also looked at her in surprise. She blinked at her idol and especially wanted to add a line: It's enough to have my idol here to accompany me.
But this would be a bit unfair to her idol, so she decided not to say anything. As for what they think, she has no control over it.
So, she stayed obediently within Zuo Jinheng's range, with no intention of leaving. What she didn't know was that her previous words had quietly ignited the beast that Mu Shicang usually suppressed in the deepest part of his body and pulled it out.
Most people think they already know the young Master Mu of the Mu family very well. He appears gentle and elegant. As long as you don't provoke him, he will always look like a noble young man. But once you provoke him, he will change from a noble young man who doesn't care about the world into a decisive and murderous emperor.
Some people compare him to a wolf, some compare him to a fox, and some even say he is a combination of a fox and a wolf.
But Old Master Mu, who was closest to him, said, "I can't see through this kid. From a certain point on, I couldn't see through him. I don't know what he wants, or what he'll do next. The only thing I'm certain of is that his goals are always clear. Whatever he wants, whatever he wants, or whoever he wants, he'll have it. What's in his domain, no one can touch." Therefore, I'm confident in leaving the Mu family in his hands. He not only has the ability, but also a possessiveness that is unmatched in the world.
Now the monster called "possessiveness" in Mu Shicang's body was aroused. Every time he took a step closer, he could feel the temperature of the entire corridor rising. Wang Qiaoran was frightened by Mu Shicang and no longer dared to approach him. She could only look at him helplessly and pitifully: "Mr. Mu..."
Yang Shushu also vaguely sensed something was wrong, but she still didn't understand Mu Shicang, and he had a stubborn temper and would only respond to soft words and not harsh ones. How could she possibly bow to him at this time?
Zuo Jinheng drank a lot of wine. Although he still maintained basic sobriety, it was only basic. If it were normal times, no matter how casual and free-spirited he was, he would not do such inappropriate actions to Yang Shushu. After all, Yang Shushu was a married woman.
Mu Shicang also drank some, but the red wine and whiskey he drank were not enough to make him drunk. However, alcohol is something that helps people feel happy. When certain emotions come up, they will be infinitely amplified by the stimulation of alcohol.
"Yang Shushu, I asked you to come here, can't you hear me?" Mu Shicang's approach was not that fast, and you couldn't even tell his anger from his actions, but you could inexplicably feel the tense atmosphere.
In Yang Shushu's ears, his call was like calling a dog. How could she possibly listen to him? "I'm fine here. I'll go over if you ask me to. Mu Shicang, who am I?"
Zuo Jinheng withdrew his hand at this time. He stood beside Yang Shushu, shook his head, and seemed to be more sober: "Mu Shicang, don't misunderstand, we..."
Mu Shicang was already close by now. He was facing Zuo Jinheng face to face. The two men were of similar height and build. Standing on opposite sides, they had equal momentum. However, Zuo Jinheng looked more sober and kind, while Mu Shicang's eyes were faintly red, and he was obviously angry.
Zuo Jinheng had a vague memory of his situation, but it had been so long that it was almost blurry. Yang Shushu, however, remembered it clearly. Wasn't it those same eyes she had seen when she had been reborn and woken up? She had seen them several more times since then, and each time she had been strangled.
The schizophrenic Maku Shicang appears! Protect your neck!
This was Yang Shushu's conclusion, and she quickly took self-protection measures.
But Zuo Jinheng was thinking: He seemed to have seen him like this a few years ago. At that time, someone touched a stray dog he raised. Later, the man went crazy and the whole family was ruined. Many people said that it was done by Xiao Muye, but he didn't quite believe it. After all, it was just a dog.
But later, he heard that the dog looked very much like the one his parents raised when he was a child, so he fed it every day. Originally, he had already decided to raise that dog, but the result was -
Now, he showed this expression again. Was it because Yang Shushu was his and he would not allow others to touch her? Or was it because Yang Shushu was also related to his parents?
"Zuo Jinheng, who allowed you to touch my things?" Mu Shicang's eyes were red, but his smile was gentle. The glasses on his face obviously had the effect of softening the edges of other people's faces, but on his face, it added a kind of hazy and impenetrable evil.
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