Mu Luyuan felt that if a woman could always sleep unsuspectingly like a child in your passenger seat, it should represent some kind of meaning.

At least for himself, this is the only one.

The light and shadow of the street lamp changed on her face, and the inextricable threads in his heart were also turbulent.

Quietly looking at her pure and beautiful sleeping face, he couldn't get any clear answer every time.

This enigmatic woman.

What does the events of the day of the car accident have to do with her?

Does her financial company have an intrinsic relationship with Caesar?

When did she and his father Mu Pengfei know each other, and what kind of relationship did they have?

Many of them, and many more subdivisions, lay between them like the tiny stars of the Milky Way.

His shifting hand, hesitantly, lifted it gently, carefully brushing away a few strands of hair from her face.

Her cheeks burned slightly, and his hands trembled slightly.

Outside the car window, over the city, a moon hangs in the center, the night is bright and the stars are sparse, and the light is as clear as water, making such a quiet time also become ambiguous.

He felt that he had probably taken a detour again, subconsciously, and really not on purpose.

It didn't matter if he didn't make a detour, but when he pulled the car into the underground parking lot of Miu Hoshe's apartment, the security guard spoke.

"Where are you? Vehicles visiting after 10 a.m. are not allowed to park in the garage. ”

This is one of the best high-end foreign-related apartments in Jing'an, and the security work is of course very serious and responsible.

Mu Luyuan rolled down the window of the car and stepped back, so that the security guard could see Miao Haoshi's face on the side.

"Uncle, I'll send her home, she's drunk, Miss Miao, and lives on the 17th floor of Block B."

The security guard glanced at Miao Haoshi, who was indeed the owner, but his eyes were puzzled.

"Huh? Didn't Miss Miao's car and driver just enter the garage? In less than 15 minutes. Why are people in your car again? The security guard looked at Mu Luyuan suspiciously, this is obviously a little hairy head, is it a boyfriend?! Miss Miao has never brought a man back!

Mu Luyuan's reaction power is extremely fast.

Listen to him, so to speak, her assistant and driver are now in her house?! This situation was seen by them, but they couldn't understand what was going on.

He smiled at the uncle, immediately turned the front of the car and ran away.

He looked at her as he walked, her eyelashes fluttering evenly with her breathing, and there was no sign of waking up.

Actually, he didn't want her to wake up.

However, she can't go back to her home, where to go? Going to the hotel? It seems a bit ...... He felt nervous just thinking about it, there were too many risk factors; Going to her company? I couldn't bear to let her sleep in the office in the middle of the night.

Go to my house. He finally made up his mind.

There are still many conveniences in a single apartment. Like what...... If you take a girl back in the middle of the night, no one will interrogate you, such as letting her sleep in his bed...... Ahem, he can also go to sleep in the guest room.

Sure enough, as he wished, he even hugged her upstairs, and no one interfered.

Only the porter seemed to look at them quietly behind him.

In the elevator, the sound of the arrival of the floor woke Miao Haoshi up. She suddenly raised her head from his shoulder, and stood up straight in an instant, looked around in confusion, and muttered:

"It's here."

As soon as the elevator door opened, she staggered straight out, quite conscious.

Probably all the elevators look the same, and all the high-end community arrival bells are a sound.

She thought she was home.

She turned left and right very familiarly, and Mu Luyuan almost didn't need to help her, so she turned to Mu Luyuan's door.

Ahem, probably most of the high-end apartments are similarly structured? Miao Haoshi's house number is also the innermost one of the left turns?

Then, she started to press her fingerprint.

Press your index finger up.

‘password void’

Hey? Press again.

‘password void’

Well?! Put your thumb up and press again.

'Sorry, your password is wrong'.

The door was impatient to change to a Chinese prompt.

What's the problem?

She took a few steps back and looked at the doorway.

Ah, it's a mistake.

She finally turned around and prepared to go to the elevator to see if there was a mistake on the floor.

collided with the person standing behind him whose eyebrows had been twisted into a wavy line.

The high heels stumbled, and she stumbled.

Mu Luyuan opened his arms to support her, and when he saw her pink cheeks, there was still a little irritable expression in the confusion, he couldn't help but laugh dumbly, and his brows were stretched.

This woman couldn't stand steadily in front of him every time, and she looked embarrassed.

"Is this your home?" He asked her softly.

"Hmm... How many floors are here? She asked.

"33rd floor."

"Oh, my house is downstairs, wrong way. Sorry, I borrowed it. She replied with reason.

"Do you want to go in?" He was so close to her, where could he get out of the way. Half a step was already pressed against the door.

Bang bang.

Bang bang.

Bang bang.....

Her hands were right on his chest, her ears were on his collarbone, and the sound of his heartbeat was transmitted to her eardrums, resonating like a timpani, as if a hypnotic magic. She lay in this arms, extremely relieved and comfortable.

How can a heartbeat sound of this frequency and rhythm sound so good? And this is the only one in the world, and there is no reproduction.

Miao listened quietly, half-asleep and half-awake, and felt like she wanted to have it.

"I want to .....," she murmured. The voice was like a dream from the bottom of his heart, directly penetrating his chest, and the sweetness melted into his heart.

Mu Luyuan involuntarily took her into his arms, lowered his head, looked at her squinted eyes, and looked intoxicated, feeling that if his heart would melt in these few minutes and become something else that could flow into her ears, he would be willing.

The feeling of love is regardless of any time, place and adaptation conditions, and it does not have this function. It only knows that the person in front of it is not willing to open all the cells and open all the atria to accept the person.

For a long time, she seemed to be about to fall asleep again. Mu Luyuan had to free up one hand to press the door open.

He pushed her backwards and walked into the house.

His room has floor-to-ceiling windows facing east and a huge balcony, and the night view is probably the one that guests in the best hotel rooms in Shanghai want to see.

What's more, there is still half a moon hanging overhead, and the sparkling water of half a river wants to hold all this moonlight.

He didn't turn on the light, and the light of either room poured down on her, her face.

The moonlight backlit her silhouette in the shadows, and only the mole at the corner of her eye could be faintly seen, like a grain of cinnabar on her crimson cheeks, which was unforgettable.

She frowned suddenly.

Mu Luyuan had a slight cleanliness habit, so he gently asked in her ear:

"Do you want to throw up? Do you need to go to the bathroom? ”

He was afraid that after carrying her to the bed, he would have a nausea emergency.

This question actually made her sober for the most part.

She abruptly left his body and stood in the living room in a slight daze, looking at his face.

"Where is this?" She asked, holding her head.

"It's my home." Mu Luyuan told the truth.

"Your home? Who are you? She asked.

And I really asked him.

How should he answer? Mu Luyuan? Stalkers? Temporary driver? A pervert who shelters a drunk woman on the street late at night?!

He was speechless.

She didn't panic, and she didn't continue to ask for answers, but obediently found a place to sit down, put her head on her hand, and continued to look at him blankly.

Why does this man's face always seem to appear around me? Why does he have such a familiar feeling? Why do you want to rush over and hold on?

Why does he look ...... So handsome in words? Especially when it comes to laughing.

After a long moment, she asked thoughtfully:

"Can I sleep here?" With that, he looked around the living room where he didn't turn on the lights.

He was a little overwhelmed.

"I'll sleep on the couch. Excuse me, thanks. ”

His eyebrows jumped, but he was very sensible.

It turns out that her only remaining trace of clarity is still good and bad, and she can't fully understand the situation at all. Is this a fake? Or is she the original?

It's so cute. Well-behaved, cute, and polite.

He couldn't help but laugh, and at the same time he breathed a sigh of relief.

"Absolutely."

At this time, she saw the various devices on the balcony, and she was completely attracted by the big guys, and her attention was all shifted from him.

"That's, the Deep Space Telescope?" She doesn't even hold her tongue when she speaks.

"Hmm."

She staggered over and circled around several times, almost knocking herself down again.

"Wow, this is SCT?" (All-purpose catadioptric telescope)

"Hmm."

"And this is a Newtonian mirror?"

"Hmm."

“...... Wow, you have a "remote autopilot" here? It's so handsome! ”

Mu Luyuan was a little shocked, to be precise, he was a little excited, no, very excited.

Miao's knowledge of the professional equipment of these astronomy enthusiasts was beyond all his expectations.

And he was still jealous, she didn't praise herself for being handsome, and the object of her life turned out to be this pile of iron.

As she lifted up a mirror barrel and tried to match her pupils to the point of focus, he couldn't help but walk over, pull her into his arms, hold her face, and bury his head in his head, desperately focusing on her lips.

This kiss still happened. As if it had to happen.

Behind them, the lights of the city outside the window overshadowed the starry sky.

The neighborhood in the distance was shattered, like a huge torn brocade under the stars. The carpet seemed to be fissioning and disintegrating, scattering into traffic, neon, street lamps, and flickering secrets in the night.

It's a heartbreaking city.

It's a kiss that can't be saved.