Mu Nuanyang walked out of the revolving door of the clubhouse, a cold wind blew in her face, she shuddered, subconsciously raised her hands and hugged her arms, and looked up at the dark night sky.

At this moment, her mood is like this night sky that is so dark that it is endless.

It should be early in the morning, she has disappeared for several hours, Zhiyuan must be in a hurry!

Thinking of her boyfriend Yan Zhiyuan, Mu Nuanyang's heart was cold, and her heart was so stuffy that it was difficult to even breathe.

Although she and Zhiyuan are not yet engaged, the Muyan family is a world friend, and the two of them are also legendary childhood sweethearts, who have been recognized by the elders of the two families, and are ready to wait until the New Year to get engaged.

This kind of thing happened to her suddenly, will Zhiyuan dislike her?

Definitely!

What men care about most is the innocence of women!

Probably not!

She explained clearly to Zhiyuan that he would definitely forgive her for being involuntarily, after all, she was also a victim.

Closing his eyes and taking a deep breath, Mu Nuanyang seemed to have made a final decision, and lifted his sore right step down the steps.

It's already so late, Zhiyuan will definitely not be at the Mu family, she quietly went home, and tomorrow made up a white lie, telling Zhiyuan that she met a drunk female classmate, kindly sent her home, and took care of her for another night.

At this time, it was four o'clock in the morning, and the whole city was still immersed in tranquility, only the sanitation workers were sweeping the road in the light of the yellow street lamps, and Mu Nuanyang stood at the intersection and waited for a long time without waiting for a taxi.

At this moment, a black Cayenne drove out of the underground garage of the Emgrand Club like a tornado, and due to the excessive speed, the tires made a screeching noise when they rubbed against the ground, cutting through the quiet night.

Mu Nuanyang, who was waiting for the car at the intersection, was broken by the noise, frowned, half turned his face to stare at the black Cayenne that shot like a cannonball on the main road, and said angrily: It's really unqualified! It's great to open a broken Cayenne!

In the cab, Chu Yunqingjun's face was gloomy, his thin lips were almost pursed into a line, his slender hands were holding the steering wheel, his narrow starry eyes were slightly squinted, and the corner of his eyes had been deliberately staring at the rearview mirror, even if there was no trace of that weak and sexy figure in the rearview mirror at this moment, he still stared at the rearview mirror in a ghostly manner.

The moment the car drove out of the gate of the Emgrand Club, the figure with long purple hair fluttering in the wind broke into his sight, even if he knew that she was the 'antidote' given to him by Xie Wenlong, he disliked her in addition to disliking her, but seeing her standing on the side of the road in thin clothes and barefoot, especially when she turned around, that pure and beautiful little face seemed to be covered with a faint sadness, and four words suddenly appeared in his mind------

Poor and pitiful!

Looking at her appearance, she should not be a woman who sells her soul and flesh ~ body in the night market, or she may have just stepped into the night market, and the innocence and immaturity on her body have not been swallowed by the drunken gold fan.

It wasn't until he turned right onto another main road that Chu Yunqing suddenly came back to his senses, his thin lips hooked slightly, and there was a faint hint of an imperceptible smile.

It's not a self-deprecating sneer, but an unexpected laugh at my own excessive attention to a person and thing that I shouldn't pay attention to----- a more intuitive interpretation is, it's really funny, I would pay attention to such a woman!

It's really strange to say, there are countless women with excellent posture around him for more than 20 years, but these so-called beautiful women are just a glass of boiled water in his eyes, colorless and tasteless, usually he just glances at it lightly, and he doesn't feel pleasing to the eye, let alone leave a deep impression.

Clinker, after reading countless stunning beauties, he actually looked at a woman who was in the night market a little more differently.

also boldly guessed that she may not be a woman who mingles in the night scene.

I once heard that men always have a unique feeling for the first woman, and it seems that there is some truth in this.

Even if this woman is not a woman from a good family, once she becomes the first woman in your life, even if it is a night of lingering under the control of drugs and almost amnesia, she will still leave some indelible feelings in her heart.