Volume 1: Text_Chapter 365 Thorny roses are more interesting
"Their hands are broken." Zong Yue told her lightly, glancing at the bodyguard: "Let them go." ”
The bodyguard immediately flew up and gave the two thugs a heavy kick, and warned sharply: "Get out!" If you dare to provoke this young lady again, next time it will not be as simple as cutting off your hand. ”
The two thugs who thought they were unlucky knew that they had encountered a powerful character who was difficult to deal with tonight, so they didn't dare to say anything more, and they crawled out with a roll.
Looking at their embarrassed appearance, Mu Qiaozi let out a bad breath, gritted her teeth angrily and said: "These two guys who don't have long eyes want to bully my Mu Qiaozi, they are really looking for death." ”
"Yes, they are just looking for death, and they can't bully Miss Mu Da you if they bully anyone." The corners of Zong Yue's lips hooked up with just the right amount of charming arc, and he lowered his head and asked her, "Do you really want to drink?" ”
"Of course really, I haven't drunk it yet." Mu Qiaozi raised her picturesque eyebrows, and said with a big grin: "Do you drink?" Drink it and stay, if you don't drink it, you will get out. ”
"You're here, how can I go?" Zong Yue didn't care about her at all, but smiled leisurely: "Qiaozi, I'll drink well with you, and you will rest when you get drunk tonight." ”
“OK! Serve the wine. Mu Qiaozi nodded with satisfaction and beckoned the waiter to serve wine.
That's it, she and Zong Yue sat together, you have a glass and I have a cup, and I don't know how much wine you drink?
When she walked out of the bar, Mu Qiaozi even floated in her footsteps.
The sky was spinning in front of her, and it seemed that shining stars were constantly emerging, and she couldn't even tell the difference between east, south, west, and north.
Zong Yue helped the drunken girl into the car and instructed the bodyguards: "Go to my residence in Yindu Garden." ”
The bodyguard looked at Mu Qiaozi, who seemed to be drunk and unconscious, and asked with some concern, "Don't you send Miss Mu home?" ”
"Where did you get so much to talk about? Just do your part. Zong Yue reprimanded him coldly, and said lightly: "Miss Mu is my girlfriend, we just haven't made it public yet." ”
"Oh." The bodyguard was amused, did not dare to speak more, and concentrated on driving.
Zong Yue's residence in Yindu Garden was just bought by him when he was filming in Linghai this time.
It is not surprising that a popular little fresh meat like him has his own high-end real estate in several big cities in China.
Buying a house in Linghai, in addition to the economic strength and development prospects here, one of the main reasons is also for Mu Qiaozi.
After all, Mu Qiaozi is from Linghai, and her family lives in Linghai.
He really wants to pursue Mu Qiaozi, and the two live in the same city, so of course it is much more convenient to get in touch.
It's a pity that he pursued her for months without fear of hard work.
almost used all his strength, but he almost became an obedient little follower in front of her.
Mu Qiaozi was unmoved, and didn't take him in the slightest.
The more proud Mu Qiaozi was, the more Zong wanted to conquer her.
As he once said to his assistant, thorny roses are more interesting.
Mu Qiaozi's eye-catching beautiful face, maverick hot personality, and super luxurious family background that can be admired by everyone.
All of them strongly attracted Zong Yue's eager heart.
Whenever he thinks of Mu Qiaozi's delicate and charming smile and enchanting figure, his heart is like grass, and he itches straight up. Qiyin
Tonight is a rare opportunity.
Zong Yue turned his head to look at the girl who was so drunk that she was staggering and leaning on him like a soft boneless creature, and the corners of his mouth hooked up with an inevitable chuckle.
He thought, he must get her......
After getting out of the car, Mu Qiaozi seemed to be a little sober for the time being, opened her eyes in a daze, and asked in a whisper, "Where is this?" Where are you taking me......"
"Qiaozi, I'll take you home, shall we go home?" Zong Yue hugged her, only to feel more distracted......
"Home?" Mu Qiaozi was slightly stunned, and asked with a big tongue, "Who are you?" Are you my brother Han Yi? ”
Brother Han Yi?
Zong Yue couldn't help but twist his eyebrows, this name, he had heard Mu Qiaozi mention it more than once.
Although he didn't know who Han Yi was, he could know it with his toes.
This must be a man who Mu Qiaozi is deeply in love with.
I really didn't expect it, the domineering and flamboyant daughter of a top wealthy family like Mu Qiaozi.
will even have a deep affection for a man, and he is so concerned about it, even if he can't love it.
Tonight, though.
As long as he and Mu Qiaozi spend a night of spring breeze and good nights, and the raw rice is cooked into cooked rice, there should be nothing to do with that Han Yi.
Since then, he has been Mu Qiaozi's boyfriend and future husband.
Her so-called brother Han Yi, let's step aside as soon as possible......
Zong Yue hugged Mu Qiaozi, who was leaning on him with almost all his strength, and took her into his fifteenth-floor residence with a hug.
As soon as he closed the door, he couldn't wait to kiss Mu Qiaozi......
Mu Qiaozi had a splitting headache, and the whole person was dazed and groggy.
It seems to be floating in mid-air, unable to find a stable support point.
She struggled slightly, and muttered, "Is that you?" Brother Han Yi......"
"Yes, I'm your brother Han Yi, Qiaozi, I love you......" Zong Yue said in a hoarse voice.
Presented in the soft light of the night, Mu Qiao's posture is like a sultry mermaid.
The figure is graceful and the appearance is beautiful.
The long-term privileged family environment and the pampered life of a princess have made her skin very well maintained.
Zong Yue stepped into society early, and he has been in the entertainment industry for so long.
Over the years, he has dated many women openly or secretly.
But Mu Qiaozi is really the most perfect girl he has ever seen.