It's the dead of night, at midnight.

Jiang Zhao stood behind the curtains in a black suspender nightdress, the fine moonlight outlined her delicate and graceful curves, the cigarette between her fingertips was insignificant, and her mesmerizing face was not real in the smoke.

A Maybach came to an abrupt stop outside the gate of the villa, the tires rattled and the courtyard was instantly lit up.

Jiang Zhao raised his eyebrows and pressed the cigarette butt in his hand into the flower pot.

When she saw everyone working together to help Song Muchen, who was covered with blood, out of the car, she slowly pushed open the window, and when the smoke cleared, she lay back on the bed with a smile.

After a while, the nanny's polite and detached voice came from outside the door: "Miss Jiang, Mr. is back, please go down." ”

Jiang Zhao pulled the blouse on his shoulders and slowly responded.

Ground floor hall.

Song Muchen spread his arms and half-lay on the sofa on his back, and the family doctor beside him was busy with his head down.

Jiang Zhao rushed down the stairs: "What's the matter, what's going on?" ”

Song Muchen's movements did not change, and he only asked in a calm tone, "Sleeping?" ”

"You said you couldn't have a party tonight, so go to bed early."

She sat cautiously beside Song Muchen and carefully examined the wound.

The flesh of the valgus slanted from the forehead across the tail of the eyebrows to the corner of the eye, as long as it deviated a little more, the person's eyes should be useless.

Jiang Zhao felt a little regret in her heart, but the sudden tightening of her wrist made her come back to her senses instantly.

"Scared?" Song Muchen squinted at her, the corners of his lips slightly hooked.

Jiang Zhao looked nervous: "It's too serious, otherwise let's go to the hospital." ”

"Why don't you ask me how I got hurt like this?" The corners of Song Muchen's lips were mocking, but the eyes that looked at her were full of coldness.

Jiang Zhao raised his eyes, with undisguised worry in his clear eyes: "Is there something wrong?" ”

Song Muchen didn't answer, his eagle-like sharp eyes stared at her, as if he wanted to see her through thoroughly.

Jiang Zhao didn't avoid it in the slightest, and calmly met his gaze: "What happened?" ”

After a long time, Song Muchen sneered, and his fingers began to rub back and forth along Jiang Zhao's wrist, and his movements were ambiguous.

"Zhaozhao makes me love it, and it's normal to be remembered by others."

Jiang Zhao was slightly stunned, and then looked shy: "How can I have anyone else ......?"

Song Muchen had already let go of his hand with a smile: "Go ahead, go upstairs and put a bath water and wait for me." ”

Jiang Zhao was a little hesitant, but when she saw the man's eyebrows raised, she immediately stood up obediently: "Then I'll wait for you upstairs." ”

Closing the bedroom door, a smile immediately appeared on Jiang Zhao's face.

The Chen family is really promising, and they can actually hurt Song Muchen like this.

I don't know which reckless man actually sent such a big handle to Song Muchen's hands.

However, no matter who it is, it is rare good news for Jiang Zhao.

"What are you thinking?"

Before Jiang Zhao could turn around, the man's hot body had already been completely attached.

The soft lips went all the way down her shoulders, and Jiang Zhao began to gasp: "You are still injured, don't make trouble......"

Before she could finish speaking, the man bent down and hugged her horizontally, striding into the bathtub.

The water flowed through Jiang Zhao's skin, and with it the man's breathing, but unlike the warmth of the water, he was scorching.

Between breaths, the shrill ringtone of mobile phones suddenly cut through the steaming in the room.

Jiang Zhao looked at Song Muchen, but he didn't seem to hear it, and let the bell ring over and over again.

Jiang Zhao didn't have time to care about anything else, and slowly closed his eyes.

Finally, the mobile phone returned to dead silence, but in only two or three minutes, the nanny's trembling voice came from outside the door: "Sir, the phone number of the Chen family." ”

Jiang Zhao suddenly opened his eyes and looked at Song Muchen, his face full of consternation.

And her reaction clearly pleased the person in front of her.

Song Muchen's movements did not stop, and even increased his strength a little bit in a wicked way, and he raised his voice to ask the nanny outside the door: "Who is from the Chen family?" ”

"It's the eldest young man of the Chen family."

Hearing that it was aging, Jiang Zhao began to struggle slightly: "...... first"

Before she could finish her sentence, the man's hand had already pinched her chin fiercely.

"Why, I can't hold back when I hear my old lover calling?"