"Chu Shaochen, you let go."

"You said you wouldn't do this to me anymore, let me go!"

"Let go!"

"Let go!"

Chu Shaochen's bony left hand pressed against her slender shoulder, and the scene in the photo still slammed his heart like a highly poisonous knife.

In the past, he didn't suspect that there was an unusual relationship between Mu Xiao and Song Jingyan.

However, when he saw the picture of their closeness with his own eyes, his heart was still inexplicably uncomfortable.

It was as if he had suddenly drunk a lot of poison, and all the poison had penetrated into his heart, as if it was about to erode his heart to pieces.

"Chu Shaochen, what are you? Ah......h

After a long time, Mu Xiao's mind was blank, and she closed her dark eyelids, like a tired doll.

Chu Shaochen's love still did not improve at all, and his dark eyes stared at her:

Mu Xiao, since I am destined to not get your heart.

Then, from now on, no one else will want to get her again!

……

An Yarong stood outside the door, her right ear pressed against the door, her heart fluttering like a needle prick.

After asking Chu Xiaoran to help call Chu Shaochen to the roof of the building, she entangled Chu Shaochen again, and then asked Zhang Hanyu to drug Mu Xiao when she was alone.

She expected that Mu Xiao would not be able to resist such a strong medicinal effect, and Chu Shaochen was not by her side, so she would definitely do something sorry for Chu Shaochen with other men.

However, what An Yarong didn't expect was that she had exhausted her calculations, and the final result turned out to be a disguised matchup between Chu Shaochen and Mu Xiao.

"This lady, this is Mr. Chu and his wife's room, is there anything wrong with you?"

A neatly dressed young waitress walked behind Anya Rong.

"It's fine." Anya Rong looked back at the waiter, her expression becoming sweet and natural again.

"Ah, it's you." The waiter stood opposite Anya Rong, looking at her beautiful goose egg face, and her eyes were obviously dyed with a bit of admiration:

"Sister Anxiao, I'm your fan, I've seen all the movies you made, can you sign them for me?"

The waiter took out a photo of An Yarong in his pocket and handed it to An Yarong with a smile.

"I don't have time."

An Yarong dropped a sentence angrily, and walked towards her room without looking back.

……

Mu Xiao had hardly slept all night, and when he woke up the next day, it was close to noon.

The intense sunlight pierced through the snow-white chiffon curtains and sprinkled on her haggard face like broken gold.

She propped herself up, and when she saw the figure reflected in the floor-to-ceiling mirror, her steps suddenly stopped:

In the mirror, her eyes were miserable, her face was crimson, and her thick black hair was messy on her snow-white face......

Is this bewitching woman still her?

A clear male voice suddenly came from the door.

"Ahh

With Mu Xiao's soft scream, the clothes in her hand fell to her feet, and she hurriedly squatted down and covered her front with the long skirt.

"Still need to block it?"

Chu Shaochen walked over, his face was still very heavy, and his long figure was shrouded in the backlight from the window.

"I went to see a shop in the morning, and I happened to pass a clothing store." Chu Shaochen squatted down opposite Mu Xiao and happened to be face to face with her:

"By the way, I bought one for you, try it?"

As he spoke, Chu Shaochen had already placed the bag in his hand on Mu Xiao's left hand.

"Good ......"

Mu Xiao only responded superficially, but she was still squatting in place, the long skirt in her hand was clenched in front of her chest, her dark eyelids were lowered, and she deliberately avoided making eye contact with Chu Shaochen.

"What's wrong?"

Chu Shaochen was slightly stunned, after getting married, Mu Xiao looked indifferent to him, he didn't understand why she suddenly became so shy and cowardly at this time.

Perhaps, she should have been like this-

Like all other women, she has a weak, shy nature.

It's just that in the past days, he never gave her the slightest pain, so she wrapped herself tightly with a layer of indifferent shell, and never refused to show her weak side