The two of them walked to the door of the bar in the rain, Shen Xueyao combed her long seaweed-like hair with her fingers, and said, "I'll go back and talk to Bai Mei and Luan Ye, and take the bag by the way!"

Mu Yanfeng nodded, looking at her turned back and standing at the door of the bar in a daze.

The guests in the bar were almost gone, leaving only Bai Mei and Luan Ye to sort out their instruments on the stage, and Zheng Hao sat in the corner looking at the pile of ornaments he bought in a daze.

As soon as Shen Xueyao entered, Zheng Hao raised his head, ran over, and asked anxiously, "Xueyao, where did you just go?" I went out to look for you just now and didn't find you!"

Shen Xueyao's mind flashed the picture of Mu Yanfeng in the corner of the alley, and said, "Aren't I coming back? You should go home too! It's late!"

Zheng Hao frowned, and his tone seemed to be pleading, "Let me send you home, okay?" After speaking, he dragged Shen Xueyao's arm.

She broke free from Zheng Hao's grasp and said, "No need, someone sent me back! See, the handsome guy at the door! I'll let him send me back!" After speaking, she raised her eyebrows, with a smug provocation between her eyebrows.

Zheng Hao was embarrassed for a moment, stayed in place in a daze, looked at the backs of Shen Xueyao, Bai Mei, and Luan Ye who left after saying hello, and chased out.

At the door of the bar was the back of a tall man and woman leaving together, he rushed forward and called Shen Xueyao, "This strange man, you don't know that he is a good person and a bad person!

"Even if I met him on the first day, what does it matter to you? Zheng Gongzi still don't meddle with things!" Shen Xueyao looked at Zheng Hao's hand that grabbed her arm again, and her face couldn't hide her disdain.

Mu Yanfeng said to Zheng Hao with a gentle face, "I have something to say to her, Zheng Gongzi is not early, Ling Zun and Ling Tang must be waiting at home in a hurry, it is better for you to go home first, if you have something, you can find her again!"

Zheng Hao reluctantly let go of his hand and turned away stupidly.

"Why are you so polite to him?" asked Shen Xueyao as she glanced at the back of the departing figure.

Mu Yanfeng smiled, "If you don't like him, it's good to make it clear!Why are you so angry with him!You are really a child's temper!" He touched her head as he spoke.

Shen Xueyao raised her head, her eyelashes that were as long as cicada wings trembled, and she said a little angrily, "Where am I a child? I've been an adult for so long, and I'm a street girl now!"

Mu Yanfeng only felt funny, the wind at night was very cold, blowing on the sides of the two people, Shen Xueyao shrunk her neck, wanting to shrink in her sweatshirt as much as possible, seeking a little warmth.

Of course, he captured this scene, took off the khaki windbreaker on his body, and draped it on Shen Xueyao's shoulders.

She smelled the faint nicotine smell on the collar of her trench coat, and looked at the man's handsome face, high nose, and moderately thick lips with a dazzling smile. This man is completely different from Zheng Hao, a little fresh meat, with an extraordinary demeanor, very gentlemanly, and his noble cultivation is his every gesture.

She secretly thought in her heart that there was a huge gap between people, and this kind of temperament could not be learned.

The two of them walked to the courtyard of Shen Xueyao's house, Shen Xueyao looked at the lights in the house, and thought that it was her mother who was waiting for her to come home, she was always like this, she usually arrived home in the early morning, and her mother just sat in the living room and didn't sleep, she had to wait for her to come home, Shen Xueyao's heart couldn't help but feel a trace of warmth.

She came back to her senses, saw the deep eyes of the man in front of her, and said, "Is your home far from here?"

"It's not far, it's close, you can go in!" Mu Yanfeng said.

Looking at her back as she disappeared into the night, the bottom of his eyes deepened again, flashing a trace of imperceptible complexity, and he blamed himself a little, he seemed to appear too late.