A whisper mixed with the smell of alcohol swept across Yang Shushu's earlobe. She shrank her neck in itch, but was startled by what Mu Shicang said halfway: "Jealous?"
Xiao Muye, how did you develop such an imagination? I'm so envious!
Zuo Jinheng's expression first changed from surprise, then to aggrieved, and finally he looked at Yang Shushu with an accusing look. The actor has good acting skills and his eyes are even better. Yang Shushu saw the following words in the actor's eyes: I am just a tool used by you, I am so sad!
"..." Mr. Movie King, I have a headache, please don't act anymore.
Wang Qiaoran stood not far away, her eyes filled with shock, but her focus was clearly different. She was thinking: Is it not your fault that she's jealous? Isn't it just like she's throwing a tantrum? When did Yang Shushu achieve this status with Xiao Muye? Why didn't she know?
Wang Qiaoran's eyes changed when she looked at Yang Shushu. She had to re-examine Yang Shushu.
But no matter what others think, Xiao Muye's idea will not change. She just hugged Yang Shushu's neck tightly and nodded. Her chin hit her shoulder, and she frowned in pain. She tried to push him away several times, but failed.
"I allow you to be jealous and have a little temper, but if you dare to elope with another man, I will kill you and your parents."
His gentle voice was like a piece of fine silk that wrapped Yang Shushu in it, but she did not feel the smoothness of the silk, but only a chill, because the claws that loved to pinch people were circling and winding around her neck, like a snake teasing its prey.
Yang Shushu hated this feeling, and hated what he said even more. She angrily grabbed the hand that was slowly wrapped around her neck, took the initiative, and bit it.
Mu Shicang originally thought that she was frightened when he saw her standing there stiffly, but he still underestimated the temper of Yang Shushu, whom he now knew. She bit him without mercy, and he could almost feel the teeth cutting into her skin. Yang Shushu could even taste the blood directly.
Red liquid blood flowed from the corner of her mouth, scaring Zuo Jinheng, who was closest to the others.
He was shocked! Did the couple fight so fiercely?
Wang Qiaoran also ran over. When she saw the blood flowing from the corner of Yang Shushu's mouth, she screamed in fear and was about to rush over to pull Yang Shushu away, but Zuo Jinheng raised his hand to stop her: "Assistant Wang, it's not appropriate for an outsider like you to get involved in a quarrel between a couple."
Over the years, he and Mu Shicang had no interactions, but since they were all in the same circle, news about each other would still spread. This Assistant Wang was once the most frequently talked about person by many wealthy young men. Apart from her looks and abilities, their relationship with Mu Shicang was also a topic of discussion.
It is said that Mu Shicang met her when he was studying in college abroad. When Mu Shicang returned to China, she followed him back and then joined the Muyuan Group. She was promoted from an ordinary clerk to Mu Shicang's special assistant. No one thought that she was promoted through Mu Shicang's backdoor. It can be imagined how capable she is.
But just when everyone thought that Mu Shicang would end up with this beautiful strong woman, Mu Shicang married a girl from an ordinary family. It is conceivable how disappointed Assistant Wang was at that time.
I'm afraid that the farce tonight was also caused by this person, but the result was beyond her expectations.
Wang turned quietly to look at Zuo Jinheng. Of course she knew him, but she didn't know that Mu Shicang and this man were not as strangers as she thought. But no matter what, what did he mean by stopping her at this time?
"Mr. Zuo, President Mu is injured."
"He asked for it, didn't he? Maybe it's just a hobby of theirs. Assistant Wang, you're not going to interfere in their affairs, are you? Haha, husband and wife, that's a matter between two monogamous couples. A third party sticking in there is superfluous. Let's just watch the fun."
Zuo Jinheng leaned against the wall and smiled. His smile was as bright and handsome, unrestrained and casual as it was in front of the screen, but Wang Qiaoran felt that his eyes were extremely clear, as if he could see everything she was thinking.
She hated this feeling, and her face turned slightly cold. "Mr. Zuo, President Mu will be attending a large exhibition tomorrow. There will be a lot of media present, and it would be inappropriate for the injury on his hand to be photographed. This is my responsibility."
"Haha? Really? But they've finished biting each other." Zuo Jinheng raised his chin. Wang Qiaoran turned around and saw that Mu Shicang had already carried Yang Shushu on his shoulders and was walking towards the elevator. She hurried forward two steps: "Mr. Mu."
Mu Shicang turned his head and glanced at her. His expression was calm, just like usual, without any of the emotional ups and downs he had just had when facing Yang Shushu. "You go to the exhibition venue first tomorrow, and I will arrive later. Let's do this for now."
After he finished speaking, the elevator arrived and he slapped the back of the person he was carrying on his shoulder: "Don't move."
"If I touch you, Mu Shicang, do you dare to let me down and fight me one-on-one?"
"Okay, let's fight it out slowly when we get home." Mu Shicang chuckled, his words ambiguous.
Yang Shushu was quiet for a moment, then immediately exploded again: "Mu Shicang, I'm going to pick you today, ah... let me go..."
Yang Shushu danced around on Mu Shicang's shoulders, punching and kicking, but Mu Shicang was too thin and short, and was completely defeated by his physical strength. She could only howl at Zuo Jinheng, who was waving goodbye to her, the moment the elevator door closed: "My idol, I will definitely go to the premiere, wait for me!"
Sorry, idol, I'm using you as a tool again!
Then, she looked at Wang Qiaoran again, and the corners of her mouth curled up slightly. She didn't look proud, but in Wang Qiaoran's eyes, she was even more proud. She was so angry that she almost couldn't keep up her usual noble and elegant mask.
Zuo Jinheng straightened up and stroked his chin. "I think I've become a tool to fuel their relationship. Right, Assistant Wang?"
Wang Qiaoran tried hard to maintain her persona and gave him a fairly normal smile, but he seemed to have no interest in seeing what her smile looked like at this moment. He just waved his hand casually: "Goodbye, Assistant Wang."
After saying that, he took a step back, opened the door directly, and entered the box he had just come out of.
Wang was left alone in the corridor, making the sound of grinding his teeth. In this quiet environment, he seemed particularly eerie.
Yang Shushu was directly stuffed into Mu Shicang's car. At this time, she had calmed down. The car was already in motion, and the driver was a designated driver. She was embarrassed to ask someone to stop the car. Besides, she had already vented her anger, so there was no need to waste any more energy.
But after the car had been driving for a while, she realized something was wrong: "Where are you taking me?"
Mu Shicang was sitting in the back seat with her. He turned around and looked at him. The lights in the car were dim, revealing his sinister face. "Guess."
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