As soon as Mu Wanchun returned to the company, she called Chu Huaijin and asked her and Xiao Yijing one thing: after they returned to China, did they go to the XX cemetery to worship.

Chu Huaijin, who was reading the script, listened to his friend's words and couldn't help patting his head: "Oh, the day after we came back, we attended your dinner, and I didn't have a jet lag at that time, and then I started to be busy with work, and I haven't taken care of ...... yet."

Mu Wanchun sighed and held her forehead: "Then, what about Xiao Yijing?

"He's probably busy enough......" Chu Huaijin had a bad premonition in his heart.

"When, you two, be sure to find a time to come and worship. Because, there are too many people here, as long as we have the slightest omission, they will be caught. Mu Wanchun sighed, she had already had a faint uneasiness in her heart, "Huai Jin, I don't know why, this time I feel that Xia Mohan is looking at me wrongly, and I even began to wonder: Did he find something?"

Chu Huaijin snorted coldly: "He's an indefatigable color! At the dinner that day, I found that the way he looked at you was wrong, revealing a lustful look. If it weren't for looking at so many people, I would have wanted to scold him. ”

Mu Wanchun smiled bitterly, she wanted to say to her friend that Xia Mohan's eyes when he looked at her were definitely not out of contempt and covetousness for a woman. The meaning and content in his gaze at her were too rich for her to see.

Liu Qianlu didn't know where she learned that Xia Mohan would attend the banquet that night, and she hurriedly called Xia Mohan and said that she wanted to attend the banquet that night as his female companion.

"No, I've already found a female companion with me. Xia Mohan said coldly.

"Who is it?" Liu Qianlu's hand holding the phone shook for a moment, and the phone almost slipped to the ground.

"That's not something you should know. You still have to think about it, what is your duty? By the way, think about what you have in your heart, what is there that I want to hear and am interested in. If you can't figure it out for a day, you don't need to contact me. Xia Mohan said, holding a pen and turning it in his hand.

"Okay, I got it. Liu Qianlu whispered, her long hair hanging down her shoulders, making her figure even more delicate and lonely.

Without even saying "goodbye", Xia Mohan hurriedly hung up the phone.

With a long exhale, Xia Mohan closed his eyes: he didn't know what he would bring to him if he and Liu Qianlu were so disconnected? Her mouth was so strict, would she really say something that he had been searching for? Or would it be like this for a long time, not only would he not know the past things he wanted to know, but it would also make it more difficult for him on the road of affection? For example, let Mu Wanchun misunderstand the relationship between them? For example, let Liu Qianlu's feelings for him become deeper and deeper, and he couldn't extricate himself?

In the evening, Xia Mohan went to Mu Wanchun's company to pick her up.

When he saw Mu Wanchun coming, Xia Mohan's heart suddenly relaxed, and he couldn't take his eyes off anymore.

Mu Wanchun wore a light purple long-sleeved floor-mopping silk dress, as if a fairy had descended to earth, showing an elegant and extraordinary temperament, which complemented her own cold and alienated temperament. The long, thick black hair, carefully groomed, rolled down like a wave, rolling with waves.

"Madame, you are beautiful today. Shamohan smiled and uttered a heartfelt compliment.

"Thank you. Mu Wanchun listened, but she didn't care, and her tone was polite and indifferent.

The fire in Xia Mohan's heart was weakened by the coldness of Mu Late Spring. After thinking about it, Xia Mohan was relieved: Thinking about it, in the past few years, there have been many people who have praised her, and she should not only be able to withstand these praises, but she should also be tired of hearing them.

Walking outside the banquet door, Xia Mohan looked at Mu Wanchun with a smile, raised his left arm, Mu Wanchun understood, walked towards Xia Mohan, took his arm, and walked into the banquet hall together.

On the road opposite the banquet hall, Liu Qianlu sat in his car and watched Xia Mohan and the noble and beautiful marquise, holding each other and walking in.

Holding the steering wheel tightly with both hands, the chill in Liu Qianlu's eyes became more and more obvious.

"Xia Mohan, are you in love with someone else again? How can you trample on my feelings like this? Marquise, you have already gotten enough, why do you want to rob my beloved man? You look elegant and rich, but you are so shameless, you deserve to die!" Liu Qianlu bit her lip and thought, "You two, one is a man I love but can't love, and the other is a rich man I can't get close to and can't compete with, since I, Liu Qianlu, can't fight you-for-tat, then, don't blame me for being ruthless- If I can't get it, then destroy it. ”

Thinking of this, Liu Qianlu took out his mobile phone and dialed a number: "Hey, clean up, tonight, there is work." ”

As soon as the handsome man and woman entered the hall, they attracted the attention of many people. One is that their appearance is too dazzling, and the other is that the two of them have an identity and status in S City that cannot be ignored.

Noticing that many men looked at Mu Wanchun's eyes, implicit or obvious visits and appreciation, Xia Mohan's heart swelled with uncontrollable self-satisfaction and jealousy.

Mu Wanchun quietly observed everyone here, looking for the next step, the people she could meet, the people she could work with, and the people she should stay away from.

Under Xia Mohan's introduction, Mu Wanchun met some business people she didn't know before, exchanged business cards with each other, and made appointments with some people for negotiations.

After turning around, Mu Wanchun could finally hide in a corner, sit on a sofa, and take a break. Looking at the flashy scene in front of him, with staggered chips and laughter, Mu Wanchun just wanted to get out of here quickly.

Tonight, she drank a little too much. For those who are familiar, it can also express the meaning of rejection. But for those people introduced by Xia Mohan who have not met, Mu Wanchun knows that only by drinking a little bit can she show her "sincerity", this is the wine table culture of the Chinese people, if she refuses, it will seem that she is perverse.

During this period, Xia Mohan also told those people that Mu Wanchun has never had a lot of alcohol, so he asked everyone to bear with me. However, Xia Mohan's pity for Mu Wanchun not only did not relieve her, but became the laughing stock of others: everyone laughed at Xia Mohan's drunkard's intention was not to drink, but to save the beauty of the hero.

Mu Wanchun heard them coax like this, so naturally she couldn't say anything, so she had to drink one cup after another. Xia Mohan saw it in his eyes, although he was anxious in his heart, but he didn't say anything about it, let alone drink it for her. Because he knows that if he does that, he doesn't know what tongue he will leave in this circle.

"Madam, how do you feel?" Xia Mohan stood in front of Mu Wanchun, looking at Mu Wanchun whose face was flushed, his heart was full of infinite pity and distress.

Mu Wanchun shook her head: "I'm fine-we, when can we go?"

Xia Mohan saw Mu Wanchun's intentions, he glanced at the hall and said, "If you are unwell, we can retire now." ”

Xia Mohan helped Mu Wanchun up, and after greeting the host of the banquet and some people who had a good relationship, they both left.

What Xia Mohan and Mu Wanchun didn't know was that when they left together, many people looked at this talented and beautiful woman with their own thoughts.

Mu Wanchun was really drunk, as soon as she got into Xia Mohan's car, her eyes were closed, her head rested on the seat, and she shook with the car.

Xia Mohan drove while looking at Mu Wanchun, who was drunk. Now he feels a little guilty: she drank too much, and he is responsible. But on the other hand, he was looking forward to her drunkenness.

At a fork in the road, Xia Mohan hesitated: he didn't know whether he should send Mu Wanchun to her villa, or should take advantage of her drunkenness and take the opportunity to kidnap her......

The car was about to come to a fork in the road, and Xia Mohan didn't even have time to think about it seriously, so he ran towards a road—that is

The road to the Charmoham Annex.

Since Mu Wanchun, who was placed under house arrest by Xia Mohan more than four years ago, was picked up by Chu Huaijin and Xiao Yijing, no one has lived here. Occasionally, Mr. Sharmohan would come and visit, but he never stayed overnight.

Holding Mu Wanchun in his arms, Xia Mohan went straight to the bedroom upstairs, the room where Mu Wanchun once lived.

Mu Wanchun is like a sleepy kitten, since she was held in Xia Mohan's arms, she has drilled into his arms and rubbed her head into his chest.

These actions of hers made Xia Mohan's body react immediately, and his body also had a sense of restlessness. Where her body came into contact with her, there was one electric current after another. This kind of physical and mental reaction is familiar to him, and it is also something he has not seen for a long time. It turned out that his body and mind were only throbbing for the person in her arms, and it turned out that he didn't stop lifting, but he didn't meet the right and suitable person.

Turn on the light and gently put Mu Wanchun on the large and comfortable bed, Xia Mohan sat on the edge of the bed, his fingers caressed her face nostalgically, like stroking a piece of silk, and couldn't put it down.

Her face was a seductive crimson in the light, like a ripe peach, and the fine fuzz on her face made her face look more and more like a delicious peach.

Her red lips seemed to be even more rosy and moving, like a freshly washed cherry, just waiting to be picked by someone who was destined to pick it.

Because of drunkenness, Mu Wanchun's breath exuded a sweet smell of wine, smelling, and there was a mellow smell in the sweetness, Xia Mohan couldn't help but lower his head, kissed her red lips, and hugged her soft body with both hands.

Disturbed by the dream, Mu Wanchun's mouth let out a sigh of resistance, which sounded in Xia Mohan's ears, but triggered a strong hormones in his body, and his strength to kiss and hug her also increased.

After kissing for a long time, Xia Mohan let go of Mu Wanchun. Looking at the man in her arms, her face had long since turned redder from the drunken kiss with him, and she writhed restlessly, trying to find a suitable position and also to break free from his shackles.

Mu Wanchun's reaction teased Xia Mohan's heart, he unzipped her dress, and what caught his eyes was her snow-white skin, and the clearly visible scars on her skin - those scars were scattered all over her body, like hateful insects, distributed on the snow-white, white porcelain-like delicate skin.

On her chest, there is a red birthmark like a plum blossom. This imprint has been imprinted in Xia Mohan's mind on the wedding night of Xia Mohan and Mu Wanchun. This is the mark that belongs to her alone, and it is also the mark that belongs to him alone. Every time he made out, he always had to kiss her unique mark, and brand it with his own rights again and again.

Now, seeing this unforgettable mark again, Xia Mohan suddenly woke up, and the heat in his body also dissipated at once. In addition to the expected surprise, there was also unbreakable shame and hatred that filled Xia Mohan's head, and he hated himself for being stupid and cruel.

took off Mu Wanchun's dress, poured warm water, scrubbed her body, and took a set of pajamas for her to put on, covering her with a blanket. Xia Mohan stopped and sat quietly on the edge of the bed, staring at his lost sleeping beauty, refusing to even blink his eyes.

As soon as she closed her eyes, Xia Mohan's head appeared with those shocking scars on Mu Wanchun's body: why didn't she refuse to treat them properly? With the current medical methods, there should be a way to eliminate them, but why did she choose to let those scars accompany her?

She is a person who strives for perfection. But tolerate the scars of the whole body, distributed all over the body, why is this?

It was only then that he understood why she had always dressed conservatively and refused to show her skin—because of the scars on her body.