Qiao Muer was extremely nervous.
She and Yue Zheng came back so late and were so close, which would easily arouse the suspicion of her godmother Yue Xinluo.
She didn't know why Yue Zheng did this.
Why did he hold her and refuse to let go
"Yue Zheng, put me down... This is the Lu family." Yue Zheng carried her sideways out of the car and was about to walk into another villa.
Her little face was abnormally flushed because of embarrassment and nervousness.
However, Yue Zheng held her petite body in his arms, without stopping, and the big hands clasped on her waist tightened even after she resisted.
Those deep blue eyes glanced at her lightly, then raised their heads again and looked forward calmly.
Compared with Qiao Muer's panic and embarrassment, Yue Zheng had a blank expression and was very calm and open.
What on earth does he want!
Seeing Yue Zheng carrying her into the entrance hall, Aunt Zhang, who came to open the door, showed a surprised expression and asked repeatedly what was going on.
But the man didn't answer, he just held her and continued walking inside.
"Yue Zheng, put me down..." Qiao Muer's small hands tightly grasped Yue Zheng's collar. Her hands were shaking and there was sweat on her palms.
The soft and fluffy black hair seemed to be dancing in the air as Yue Zheng kept moving.
"An'an, Mu'er...what's going on?" Yue Xinluo's voice came from the stairs, interrupting Qiao Mu'er's unfinished attempts to stop her.
The girl's already red face turned completely red. She closed her eyes in despair and subconsciously hid her face in Yue Zheng's arms.
I was so ashamed... I didn't dare to face my godmother who had always taken care of me and loved me.
Yue Xinluo, who was standing at the stairs, was wearing a moon-white silk nightgown, her long hair falling behind her shoulders, and a strange blush on her face.
But she was standing too high, and if you didn't look carefully, you wouldn't notice that her peach blossom eyes were sparkling, her red lips were slightly swollen, and her cheeks were abnormally red.
"Mu'er mistook champagne for a drink at the banquet and got drunk." Yue Zheng stood at the bottom of the stairs, raised his slightly indifferent blue eyes, and said to Yue Xinluo on the stairs without changing his expression.
"She said she felt dizzy and couldn't walk, so I carried her back... Now that we're home, I put her down."
Yue Zheng spoke in a low and cold tone, and then he bent down, pretending to put Qiao Muer down from his arms.
Xinluo, who was standing at the stairs on the second floor, hurriedly stopped her: "Don't let her go by herself. Mu'er has been unable to drink alcohol since she was a child. Once she drinks, her face turns red, and she will feel dizzy if she drinks too much. She must be feeling uncomfortable now and can't walk. Hurry up and carry her upstairs and send her back to her room."
There are only a few grown men in the family who can hold Qiao Muer.
Lu Yuchen... didn't dare to count on it.
She heard the noise just now, so she forced herself to get up from the bed, wrapped herself in her nightgown and ran out, fearing that the man was still sulking in the room.
Among the remaining people, only Yue Zheng is the most suitable person to carry Mu'er back to the room.
Xinluo was afraid that her son didn't like Mu'er. After all, no one knows a child better than his mother. Ever since Yue Zheng came back from abroad, his dislike for Mu'er has been almost written on his face.
She didn't understand why An An, who was at most cold and sharp-tongued towards Mu'er when she was a child, became like her enemy when she grew up.
But now, I can’t care so much.
Afraid that Yue Zheng would put Mu'er down and was unwilling to continue carrying her up, Xinluo even offered to "bribe" him.
"Hurry up, Mu'er must be feeling uncomfortable after getting drunk, take her back to her room to rest. At worst, Mommy promises you that I won't force you to go shopping with me tomorrow."
Just like that, with Xinluo's 'matching', Qiao Muer was carried back to the room by Yue Zheng right under her nose.
As soon as the figure of Yue Zheng holding Qiao Muer disappeared, Yue Xinluo was picked up by a pair of strong and powerful hands around the waist.
The woman who was taken back to the bedroom and thrown on the bed could no longer take care of what was happening outside.
Next chapter around 19:10 (to be continued)