"How did you know I was here?"

Jiang Dushen raised his hand and knocked on her head, giving her a violent shudder, "Does it hurt?"

She nodded busily, "It hurts." ”

"Then why do you think I'm here?"

Snowflakes are falling.

Jiang Du looked at the sky deeply, "It's snowing." ”

Mu Yunsheng looked at the goose feathers and snow, and muttered, "Jiang Dushen, take me a few pictures." ”

He thought he had misheard, until he watched the woman undress in front of him.

He reached out to stop her, "You want to freeze to death?"

On a snowy night, his hand gripped her cold arm.

The falling snowflakes were silent.

The snow was flying all over the sky, her star-like eyes seemed to have some emotion, and her face was reddening little by little.

Although he is not a person who likes to read news gossip, he still watched all the reports from her on the red carpet.

He heard a compromise from his own laryngeal bone, "One. ”

The porcelain white face immediately burst into a smile, and the moles under the corners of her eyes were seductive, she seemed to be coquettish, "If you don't shoot well, you have to reshoot." ”

She lifted her skirt and ran under the streetlight, and the snowflakes fell on her shoulders, and the cold touch was carved into her bones.

She held it with one hand and caressed it with the other, her head half-bowed, her eyes full of melancholy.

Jiang Dushen pressed to shoot.

Before he could put away his phone, the woman smiled and waved her hand at him, "Is it ready?"

Almost subconsciously, he picked up his phone and took another picture of her.

The woman in the lens is naturally delicate and has a brilliant smile, as if she is an elf on a snowy night.

She was so beautiful just standing there that she turned everyone upside down.

The flying snowflakes fell slowly, as if falling on his heart, silently leaving footprints.

Unsurprisingly, Mu Yunsheng sneezed from the cold, and Jiang Dushen took off his coat and put it on her, "Can you go home?"

She nodded, "Thank you." ”

Back in the car, Jiang Dushen carefully turned on the heating to the maximum, and Mu Yunsheng couldn't stop sneezing.

Jiang Dushen drove with one hand, touched her forehead with her right hand, the temperature of her forehead was hot, "You have a fever, I'll take you to the hospital." ”

"I don't want to go, send me home. She muttered, "I just want to sleep now." ”

"Send me the picture you took. ”

He snorted coldly, "It doesn't look like it's burned yet." ”

Mu Yunsheng turned his face away and rested against the car window.

Jiang Dushen spoke, "I'll go home for you later." ”

She muffled, "Which home are you going back to?"

"The Jiang family. ”

She hummed heartlessly.

After receiving the certificate with him, she always had a feeling of unreality, not knowing whether it came from the body itself or her own heart.

Ten minutes later, Jiang Dushen stopped, and in a blink of an eye, the woman next to him had fallen asleep.

He sighed, trying to wake her up, but his hand stopped just as he was about to touch her shoulder.

Her smile lingered in her mind on a snowy night.

He carefully unbuckled her seatbelt and got out of the car to pick her up.

In his eyes, Mu Yunsheng belonged to that kind of thin woman, and when he held her deeper, he didn't have any weight at all.

Jiang Dushen carried her all the way back to the room, maybe she was burning, but she didn't wake up.

Mu Yunsheng felt like he had a dream all night.

She dreamed that she was still Song Chaoge's past with Gu Tingyun, and all the past was repeated over and over again.

It's just that in the dream, there is Mu Yunsheng.

It's as if she is still Song Chaoge, but in the posture of a bystander.

In her dream, she saw that every time Gu Tingyun showed her love, it was just a show.

As long as she is not there, he turns around and finds other women to make love.