Chapter 1081 1081 The Real World [46] Intimacy (3 More)

The current Ye Shaohua is different from Ye Shaohua, who is usually cold and unfriendly.

Sister Jiang is not worried.

Ye Shaohua is a public figure. If she is put on the Internet, although it will not cause anything to her, it will damage her image on the Internet.

But looking at Ye Shaohua's cold eyes, Sister Jiang couldn't take this step.

When she found that the bar seemed to be much quieter, she subconsciously looked at the door.

The bar was very chaotic, the smell of alcohol and cigarettes was mixed, and the spotlight was constantly changing the lights. Most of the people on the dance floor were looking at Ye Shaohua absentmindedly.

When the person at the door appeared, the air pressure dropped for a moment.

The other party was wearing a light-colored overcoat, with a straight body. The overcoat was unbuttoned, and the shirt buttons inside were meticulously fastened to the top.

That kind of noble and sparse temperament is incompatible with the whole bar, he thought that the person who came to this occasion was the splendor of the world that could only be glimpsed on the top of the jade tower.

The man on the dance floor looked absent-mindedly at the man lying lazily on the table, and the woman was fascinated by this man who had just stepped in here.

Ye Shaohua stood out among this group of people.

No one dared to approach her within a meter of her body.

And the place where she is staggered is that there are countless people wandering.

Hold your gaze on her face or fingers or elsewhere.

Mu Xingzhi walked to her side, and when she looked like this, she knew she was drunk, "Where did she go today?"

"I met Nie Jinyu, and today..." Mu Liu whispered, "Today is Mr. Nie's death anniversary."

Mu Xingzhi didn't make a sound.

He half bent, stretched out his hand to help Ye Shaohua up, the very strong smell of wine came, "This is a wine vat."

It was only at this time that Sister Jiang realized that this was the man she met downstairs in Ye Shaohua that day?

"Sir, wait a minute, Shaohua is violent when he's drunk..." Sister Jiang was halfway through.

I saw her own artist, holding a wine glass in one hand and her chin in the other, looking up at the man, she was propped on the table, her low-waisted jeans were a little loose, and her top was lifted up, revealing a small piece of white waist. The top outlines a thin arc.

His eyes seemed to be covered with fog.

"Do you know me?" Mu Xingzhi took a deep breath.

Ye Shaohua squinted, she looked at Mu Xingzhi, and said word by word, "Return, cloud."

Mu Xingzhi, the word returns to the cloud.

Mu Xingzhi's fingertips trembled, he closed his eyes slightly, and helped her up, "It's me, let's go back first."

Ye Shaohua was even more at a loss, "Master is dead, I... Where should I go?"

When this person is awake, he has always been arrogant.

The heart of the heart is hidden deep, no one can pry.

Only at this time will there be a clue.

When it was difficult in the past, Mu Xingzhi felt that he could hold on, but when he heard her words, his voice was a little hoarse.

"Go back to Mu's house." Seeing the blankness in her eyes, it seemed as if someone had stabbed her heart.

In the past five years, he has been walking on thin ice, and she has never been better.

Her coat was covered in wine, and she was thrown on the chair, her shirt was half exposed, making her thinner and thinner, and the fiery gazes around her were undisguised.

Mu Xingzhi took off his coat, wrapped her tightly, and took her out half-holding and half-supporting.

Sister Jiang, who was behind her, reacted and spit out the unspoken words, "Violence... violent tendencies."

"Sister Jiang, I'm going back." Mu Liu followed behind Mu Xing with a pile of documents, "Don't worry, no paparazzi would dare to take pictures secretly behind our young master."

Sister Jiang nodded blankly, but she still didn't respond.

This is the second time she has seen Mu Xingzhi. The other party's aura, well-cut clothes, and even the keychain in her hand are all exquisite. Sister Jiang finally realizes that this man is a little awkward. Simple.

Thinking about the time when Ye Shaohua got the resources of "Plan Zero" before, Sister Jiang felt that something was wrong, and now she finally cleared her mind and felt a little uneasy.

"I'm sorry." As if bumping into someone, she said quickly.

The other party didn't care, didn't even say a word, and looked away from the door.

The other party was wearing a hooded sweater and buttoned the sweater hat, covering most of his face. When Sister Jiang raised her head, she could see that pretty face clearly, and she didn't return to her senses for a long time.

After regaining her senses, she looked in the direction the man had just looked at, and saw a black shadow of a car.

That seems to be... the car that her artist took last time?

Sister Jiang is a little strange.

The man went to the bar and ordered a glass of wine.

A long-haired woman hurried over, hooked his neck, and smiled sweetly, "Young Master Rong..."

Rong Zhe smelled of alcohol. He lit a cigarette, and a faint smoke rose. After a while, he looked at the woman who was tired of him, "You go first."

The woman froze for a moment, "Rong..."

Rong Zhe suddenly laughed, wickedly, "Do you need me to repeat it?"

The woman hurriedly took the hand around his neck, took the bag away, and said eagerly, "Young Master Rong, don't be angry, I'll leave right away."

She looked at him with a bit of obsession, and although she was reluctant, she turned back and walked three steps.

Because she knew that Rong Shao liked female companions who were well behaved and would not trouble him.

**

"Miss Ye, how much alcohol did you drink?" Butler Mu saw Ye Shaohua who was wrapped in Mu Xingzhi's coat, and hurriedly ordered the servant to cook sober soup, and then ordered someone to bring a new set of clothes over.

But he stood far away, not wanting to help.

Mu Xingzhi carried the person to the upstairs room, and the servant had already brought a nightgown.

He lifted the quilt and covered her, and changed her clothes very restrainedly and politely.

Although Ye Shaohua drank too much, he was very obedient and cooperated with his changing process.

The process of changing clothes was not too complicated, but Mu Xingzhi was still sweating profusely.

When Butler Mu came over with a bowl of sober soup, he saw that Ye Shaohua seemed to have changed into a pair of pajamas.

Without squinting, he put the hangover soup aside and immediately went out, closing the door.

Because Ye Shaohua drank too much wine, her face was dyed bright red, and her pajamas were inadvertently pushed onto her thighs, and a pair of straight and slender legs were exposed, 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 a notice to catch up tomorrow morning." He put the pillow behind Ye Shaohua and carefully let her lean against it.

He was very gentle and coaxed her to drink the hangover soup.

She drank too much and didn't make a fuss. She put her head on his shoulders and changed her clothes. The smell of alcohol on her body was gone, but there was still a slight smell of alcohol in her breath.

After drinking the hangover soup, she was not completely awake, but only felt the coolness on the other person's body, rubbed his hot face against his neck, and sprayed his neck with the smell of alcohol.

Mu Xingzhi was tense all over.

He reached out and grabbed her wiggly hand, looked at her for a long time, his usually indifferent eyebrows and eyes were dyed a soft color, and said helplessly, "How many years, why do you still love drinking so much."

Ye Shaohua didn't make a fuss when she was drunk, and her eyes became clear.

"Have a good rest, I'll go to the study." He covered her quilt, looked into her eyes, and suddenly asked, "Are you awake?"

Ye Shaohua half-squinted, nodded, and then shook his head.

His fingers were still halfway around his hand.

The air in the room was thin.

Mu Xingzhi felt that he couldn't stay any longer, so he stood up ruthlessly, "You can fall asleep at ease, I'm in the study next door, and Butler Mu is waiting outside the door. Call him if you need something."

Turned out the door.

He didn't dare to look back when he went out, he wanted to bring the door immediately, but when he closed the door, he looked back at him, but saw that Ye Shaohua got out of bed again at an unknown time, and followed the steps lazily. follow him.

She didn't wear shoes, she was barefoot.

Stepping on the snow-white carpet, it was stained with a very bright color.

It's really dying.

Mu Xingzhi took a step back, and he closed the door again.

Folded back.

"Ancestor, you overestimate my self-control." He almost murmured.

Ye Shaohua's eyes darkened.

There was a fiery breath around her face, and a soft touch was very cautiously and tentatively printed on her lips.