Downstairs at Liang Muxi's house, Wu Zinuo was already familiar with the security guard, but it was late at night, and he drank too much, so he felt that it was better to ask Liang Muxi first before sending it up.

The security guard pressed the monitoring phone: "Good evening, Miss Liang, your boyfriend seems to have drunk too much, do you need our help to send him up?"

"Okay, let him come up. Liang Muxi was a little surprised.

Wu Zinuo stumbled into the house, looking at Liang Muxi in front of him, this woman he couldn't love and hate, he really didn't know what to do with her, this is the farthest distance in the legend, close at hand but it feels far away in the world.

Wu Zinuo exuded a strong smell of alcohol, Liang Muxi guessed that Liu Changhe had already told Wu Zinuo about the matter, but based on Liu Changhe's attitude towards himself, he shouldn't have said anything good.

"How much wine have you drunk?" Liang Muxi was not disgusted, but distressed, and wanted to help him to the sofa and sit down.

Wu Zinuo didn't answer, and he didn't mean to sit down, so he directly asked the question that had been bothering him: "Do you really like me?" Or do you always use me as Zhuo Jiarui's stand-in?"

Liang Muxi trembled slightly, is this the conclusion he came to?

Wu Zinuo said coldly: "You like Zhuo Jiarui so much, even the name of the person who slept with me is his name!"

People are greedy, and when they get a little, they want more, Wu Zinuo didn't care who Liang Muxi had in his heart at that time, because she didn't belong to him at all, but now it's different.

Liang Muxi was silent.

He hates Liang Muxi like this, he is neither humble nor arrogant, he is speechless, like a punch on a sponge and he can't get any feedback. Wu Zinuo thought, what is he?

He suddenly kissed Liang Muxi fiercely, gnawing and sucking, without any pity, more like venting, venting the dissatisfaction in his heart.

Liang Muxi's brows tightened, still neither humble nor arrogant, and let him vent his anger on himself. The more Liang Muxi was like this, the more annoyed he became, as if he was admitting her debt to him.

His kisses became more and more domineering, leaving kiss marks on Liang Muxi's neck, he just let everyone know that she was his, and it belonged to him alone.

Wu Zinuo picked up Liang Muxi, walked into the bedroom, threw her on the bed, and simply ripped off her nightdress. She endured Wu Zinuo's crazy kisses and ravages, and if her body could erase the pain in his heart, then she was willing.

The man was physically and mentally satisfied, and fell into a deep sleep. Liang Muxi curled up on the side of the bed, silently shedding tears.

When he woke up, Wu Zinuo was no longer in bed, and after a simple wash, he walked out of the bedroom, where he was eating breakfast slowly in the dining room.

Liang Muxi walked to the table and sat down, Wu Zinuo saw at a glance the large and small kiss marks on Liang Muxi's neck and chest, and chagrin and shame swept over.

"Mu Xi, I'm sorry. Wu Zinuo looked at the person in front of him with pity.

Liang Muxi picked up a piece of bread and took a bite, "Zinuo, do you want to hear the story of me and Jia Rui?"

He said in a deep voice, "Say it." ”

"Jia Rui and I are alumni of the same level, I studied finance, I chose tennis as an elective in my sophomore year, and the teacher who taught at that time was Liu Changhe, Jia Rui, as his protégé, often came to the class to teach us to play. Liang Muxi carefully recalled and narrated that this was a glass-like memory.