The current Ye Shaohua looks different from the usually cold and unkind Ye Shaohua.
Sister Jiang was worried.
Ye Shaohua is a public figure. Although it won't do her any harm if she is put on the Internet, 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 realized that the bar seemed much quieter, she subconsciously looked towards the door.
The bar was very chaotic, smelled of alcohol and smoke, and the spotlights were constantly changing. Most of the people on the dance floor were looking at Ye Shaohua absent-mindedly.
When the person at the door appeared, the air pressure dropped for a moment.
The other party was wearing a light-colored coat with a straight figure. The coat button was not buttoned, and the shirt button inside was meticulously fastened to the top.
That kind of dignified and cheerful temperament was incompatible with the whole bar, and he wanted to come to this occasion to see the stunning beauty in the world that can only be seen on the top of the jade tower.
The man on the dance floor looked absently at the man lying lazily on the table, and the woman was distracted by the man who had just stepped here.
Ye Shaohua was very conspicuous among this group of people.
No one dared to approach her within a meter of her body.
But the place where she is staggered is that there are countless people wandering.
Rest your eyes on her face or her fingers or whatever.
Mu Xingzhi walked up to her, and seeing her like this, he knew that she was drunk, "Where did she go today?"
"Meeting Nie Jinyu, and today..." Mu Liu whispered, "Today is Mr. Nie's death day."
Mu Xingzhi didn't make a sound.
He half-bent, and stretched out his hand to help Ye Shaohua up, when the very strong smell of alcohol hit him, "This must be soaked in a wine tank."
Sister Jiang finally realized at this time, isn't this the man she met downstairs in Ye Shaohua that day
"Sir, wait a minute, Shaohua tends to be violent when drunk..." Sister Jiang was in the middle of speaking.
I saw her own artist, holding a wine glass in one hand, propping her chin in the other, and looking up at the man. She was propped on the table, her low-waisted jeans were a little loose, her top was lifted up, revealing a small white waist, and above that, the top outlined a thin curve.
The eyes seemed to be covered with a layer of fog.
"Do you know me?" Mu Xingzhi took a deep breath.
Ye Shaohua squinted her eyes, she looked at Mu Xingzhi, and said word by word, "Gui, Yun."
Mu Xingzhi, the word belongs 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, where should I go?"
When this person is sober, he is always arrogant.
The thoughts in the bottom of my heart are hidden so deep that no one can pry into them.
Only at this time will there be a clue.
No matter how difficult it was in the past, Mu Xingzhi felt that he could hold on, but when he heard her words, his voice became a little hoarse.
"Go back to Mu's house." Seeing the blankness in her eyes, it was as if someone had stabbed her heart severely.
In the past five years, he has walked on thin ice, and she has never had a better time.
Her coat was covered in wine, and she was thrown onto a chair. Her shirt was naked, making her even thinner, and the fiery gazes around her were undisguised.
Mu Xingzhi took off his coat, wrapped her tightly, and led her out with half arms and half arms.
Only then did Sister Jiang, who was behind her, come to her senses and spit out all the words she hadn't said, "Violent...violent tendencies."
"Sister Jiang, I'm going back." Mu Liu followed Mu Xing with a pile of documents, "Don't worry, no paparazzi would dare to secretly take pictures after following our young master."
Sister Jiang nodded in a daze, but hadn't reacted yet.
This is the second time she has seen Mu Xingzhi. The man's aura, well-cut clothes, and even the keychain in his hand are all so delicate. Sister Jiang finally realizes that this man is not simple.
Thinking back to when Ye Shaohua got the "Zero Project" resources before, Sister Jiang felt that something was wrong, and now she finally cleared her mind, feeling a little uneasy.
"I'm sorry." She seemed to bump into someone, and she spoke 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 the sweater hat was buttoned up, covering most of his face. When Sister Jiang looked up, she could see what could be called a beautiful face, and she didn't regain her senses for a long time.
After regaining consciousness, she looked in the direction the man was looking at just now, and saw a black car shadow.
That seems to be... the car her artist took last time
Sister Jiang was a little strange.
The man walked 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, a faint smoke rose, and after a while, he looked at the woman beside him, "You go first."
The woman froze for a moment, "Rong..."
Rong Zhe suddenly laughed wickedly, "Need me to repeat it?"
The woman hastily took off her arms 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 some obsession in her eyes, even though she was reluctant to give up, she still walked away step by step.
Because she knew that Rong Shao liked a female companion who was well-behaved and would not trouble him.
**
"Miss Ye, how much wine did you drink?" Seeing Ye Shaohua wrapped in Mu Xingzhi's overcoat, Steward Mu quickly ordered the servant to make sober soup, and then ordered someone to bring a new set of clothes.
But he stood far away, showing no intention of helping.
Mu Xingzhi carried him to the upstairs room, and the servant had already brought over a nightgown.
He lifted the quilt to cover her, and changed her clothes very restrained and polite.
Although Ye Shaohua drank too much, he was very obedient and very cooperative with his changing clothes.
The process of changing clothes was not 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 pajamas.
Without looking sideways, he put the hangover soup aside and immediately looked out, closing the door behind him.
Because of drinking too much wine, Ye Shaohua's face was dyed bright red, and she inadvertently pushed her pajamas onto her thighs, revealing a pair of straight and slender legs, which were so white that they pricked people.
Holding the hangover soup, Mu Xingzhi 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 still have an announcement tomorrow morning." He put the pillow behind Ye Shaohua, and let her lean on it carefully.
He coaxed and tricked her very gently to drink the hangover soup.
She didn't make a fuss after drinking too much, her head hung on his shoulder, and she changed her clothes. The alcohol smell on her body was gone, but there was still a faint smell of alcohol in every breath.
After drinking the hangover soup, she didn't wake up completely, but felt the coolness on the other person's body, rubbed her hot face against his neck, and sprayed a bit of alcoholic breath on his neck.
Mu Xingzhi tensed up all over.
He stretched out his hand to grab her fidgeting hand, looked at her for a while, his usually indifferent brows and eyes were stained with a soft color, and he said helplessly, "It's been so many years, why do you still love drinking so much?"
Ye Shaohua didn't fuss when she was drunk, and her eyes became clear again. 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'll go to the study." He covered her with the quilt, looked into her eyes, and suddenly asked, "Are you awake?"
Ye Shaohua half-closed his eyes, nodded, and then shook his head.
His fingers were still half hooked into his hand.
The air in the room was thin.
Mu Xingzhi felt that he couldn't stay anymore, so he stood up cruelly, "You can sleep peacefully, I'll be in the study next door, and Butler Mu is waiting outside the door, call him if you need anything."
Turned around and walked out the door.
He didn't dare to look back when he went out, and wanted to close the door immediately, but when he closed the door, he looked back at him by accident, but saw Ye Shaohua got out of bed again at some point, and followed him lazily step by step.
She didn't wear shoes either, she was barefoot.
Stepping on the snow-white carpet, it was stained with a very bright color.
It's killing me.
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 surrounding her face, and a soft touch was carefully and tentatively imprinted on her lips.