Remember in One Second [800 ♂ Small/Say → Net
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At present, Ye Shaohua is different from the cold and inhuman Ye Shaohua in ordinary days.
Sister Jiang is worried.
Ye Shaohua is a public figure. If she is put on the Internet, although it will not cause her any harm, it will damage her image on the Internet.
But looking at Ye Shaohua's cold eyes, sister Jiang can't take this step.
When she finds that the bar seems to be a lot quieter, she subconsciously looks toward the door.
The bar is very messy, the smell of alcohol and smoke is mixed, the spotlight is constantly changing the light, the original people on the dance floor, most of them are absent-mindedly looking at Ye Shaohua's direction.
When the person at the door appears, the air pressure is low for a moment.
The other side is wearing a light-colored coat, the coat is not buttoned, and the shirt button inside is meticulously fastened to the top.
That kind of noble and clear temperament is incompatible with the whole bar. He thinks that the person who comes to this occasion can only have a glimpse of the world's stunning beauty on the top of the jade building.
The man on the dance floor looks absent-mindedly at the person who is lying lazily on the table. The woman is distracted by the man who just stepped in here.
Ye Shaohua is very conspicuous in this group of people.
No one dares to approach within one meter of her.
There were countless people wandering around the place where she passed by.
Their eyes stay on her face, fingers, or other places.
Mu Xingzhi walks to her side. Looking at her like this, he knows that she is drunk. "Where did she go today?"
"I saw Nie Jinyu, and today …" Mu Liu whispers, "Today is Mr. Nie's death anniversary."
Mu Xingzhi does not make a sound.
He half bends and reaches out to help Ye Shaohua up. A very strong smell of alcohol comes, "This is soaked in the wine jar."
Sister Jiang only reacted at this time. Isn't this the man she met downstairs that day?
"Sir, wait a minute, Shaohua has a violent tendency after being drunk …" Sister Jiang is halfway through her words.
She sees her own artist, holding a glass of wine in one hand and supporting her chin with the other, looking up at the man. She props herself on the table, the low-waist jeans are a little loose, the top is lifted up, revealing a small snow-white waist, and then the top outlines the thin arc.
Her eyes seem to be covered with a layer of fog.
"Do you know me?" Mu Xingzhi took a deep breath.
Ye Shaohua narrowed her eyes. She looked at Mu Xingzhi and said word by word, "Gui, Yun."
Mu Xingzhi, courtesy name Gui Yun.
Mu Xingzhi's fingertips trembled. He closed his eyes and helped her up. "It's me. Let's go back first."
Ye Shaohua is even more at a loss, "Master is dead, I … Where should I go?
This person had always been extremely arrogant when he was sober.
The thoughts in his heart were deeply hidden, and no one could pry into them.
Only at times like this would he reveal some clues.
In the past, no matter how difficult things were, Mu Xingzhi always felt that he could get through it. However, when he heard what she said, his voice became a little hoarse.
"Let's go back to the Mu Family." Seeing the confusion in her eyes, he felt as if his heart was stabbed by a knife.
For the past five years, he had been treading on thin ice, and she had not had a good time either.
Her coat was stained with wine, and she was thrown onto the chair. Her shirt was half-naked, which made her look even thinner. She didn't bother to hide the fiery gazes around her.
Mu Xingzhi took off his coat, wrapped it tightly around her, and half carried and half supported her to go out.
Sister Jiang, who was behind him, finally reacted. She spat out all the words she hadn't said, "Violent … violent tendencies."
"Sister Jiang, I'm going back." Mu Liu took a pile of documents and followed Mu Xingzhi. "Don't worry. No paparazzi will dare to take photos when we follow our young master."
Sister Jiang nodded in a daze. She hadn't reacted yet.
This was the second time she had seen Mu Xingzhi. The other party's momentum, well-tailored clothes, and even the key ring in his hand were exquisite. Sister Jiang finally realized that this man was not simple.
Thinking about the time when Ye Shaohua got the resources of Plan Zero, Sister Jiang felt that something was wrong. Now that she finally sorted out her thoughts, she felt a little uneasy.
"I'm sorry." She seemed to have bumped into someone, so she quickly said.
The other party didn't care. He didn't even say a word and retracted his gaze from the door.
The other party was wearing a hoodie, and the hoodie covered most of his face. When Sister Jiang looked up, she could only see that beautiful face clearly. She was stunned for a long time.
When she came back to her senses, she looked in the direction that the man was looking at and saw a black shadow of a car.
That seemed to be … the car that her artist had sat in last time?
Sister Jiang felt a little strange.
The man walked to the bar and ordered a glass of wine.
A long-haired woman hurriedly walked over and hooked her arms around his neck. She smiled sweetly. "Young Master Rong …"
Rong Zhe reeked of alcohol. He lit a cigarette and a faint smoke rose. After a while, he looked at the woman beside him and said, "You can leave first."
The woman was stunned. "Rong …"
Rong Zhe suddenly smiled. His smile was devilish. "Do I need to repeat myself?"
The woman hurriedly removed the hand around his neck and took her bag away. She said anxiously, "Young Master Rong, don't be angry. I'll leave right away."
She looked at him with an infatuated gaze. Although she was reluctant, she still walked away, looking back three times.
Because she knew that Young Master Rong liked obedient female companions who wouldn't cause him trouble.
**
"How much did Miss Ye drink?" When Butler Mu saw Ye Shaohua, who was wrapped in Mu Xingzhi's coat, he hurriedly ordered the servants to cook some hangover soup and then ordered them to bring a new set of clothes.
However, he stood far away and had no intention of helping.
Mu Xingzhi carried her upstairs to the room. The servants had already brought a nightgown over.
He lifted the quilt and covered her with it. He restrained himself and changed her clothes politely.
Although Ye Shaohua had drunk too much, she was very obedient and cooperated with him very well.
The process of changing clothes wasn't very complicated, but Mu Xingzhi was still sweating profusely.
When Butler Mu came over with a bowl of hangover soup, he saw that Ye Shaohua seemed to have changed into a nightgown.
He looked straight ahead and put the soup aside. He immediately lowered his eyes and went out, closing the door.
Ye Shaohua had drunk too much wine, and her face was dyed bright red. Her nightgown had been inadvertently pulled up to her thighs, revealing a pair of straight and slender legs. They were white and piercing.
Mu Xingzhi held the hangover soup and controlled himself to look away. But his throat was a little tight, as if something was surging in his body.
"Drink the hangover soup. Mu Liu said that you have an appointment tomorrow morning." He put the pillow behind Ye Shaohua and carefully let her lean on it.
He very gently coaxed her to drink the hangover soup.
She drank too much, but she didn't make a fuss. She hung her head on his shoulder and changed her clothes. The smell of alcohol on her body was gone, but there was still a faint smell of alcohol in her breath.
After drinking the hangover soup, she was not completely sober. She just felt the coolness of the other party's body. She rubbed her hot face against his neck, and the breath with a little smell of alcohol sprayed on his neck.
Mu Xingzhi's whole body was very tense.
He reached out and grabbed her moving hand. He looked at her for a long time. His usually cold eyebrows were stained with a layer of softness. He said helplessly, "How many years has it been? Why do you still like to drink so much?"
Ye Shaohua was drunk, but she didn't make a fuss. Her eyes also regained a layer of clarity. If one didn't look at her movements and the smell of alcohol on her body, no one would believe that she was drunk just now.
"Have a good rest. I'm going to the study." He covered her with the quilt, looked at her eyes, and suddenly asked, "Sober?"
Ye Shaohua narrowed her eyes, nodded, and then shook her head.
Her fingers were still half hooked on his hand.
The air in the room was thin.
Mu Xingzhi felt that he couldn't stay any longer. He steeled his heart and stood up. "You sleep peacefully. I'll be in the study next door. Butler Mu is waiting outside the door. Call him if you need anything."
He turned and walked out of the door.
When he went out of the door, he didn't dare to look back. He wanted to close the door immediately, but when he closed the door, he looked back at him. He didn't know when Ye Shaohua got out of bed again and followed him lazily.
She didn't wear shoes and was barefoot.
She stepped on the snow-white carpet, which was stained with a very bright color.
It was really killing him.
Mu Xingzhi took a step back and locked the door again.
He turned back.
"Ancestor, you overestimate my self-control." He almost muttered in a low voice.
Ye Shaohua's eyes went dark.
There was a hot breath around her face, and a soft touch was carefully and tentatively printed on her lips.
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