Jiang Zhao turned around and saw that the door of the lounge was wide open, and Song Muchen stood tall among the elders.

"What the hell is going on!"

Old Man Chen's crutches knocked the floor with a clattering sound, and there was obvious anger in his voice: "Ah Nian, what are you still doing in a daze, hurry up and clean up and entertain the guests!" ”

"Yes, Grandpa." Chen Nian replied and immediately retreated.

Jiang Zhao also came back to his senses, and cautiously came to Song Muchen's side with the hem of his skirt: "Am I causing trouble for you?" ”

Song Muchen didn't look at her, but turned to Old Man Chen.

"Thank you so much for the old man's hospitality today," his fingers ran across the gauze on the corner of his forehead, "The sincerity of the Chen family really flatters me." ”

Old Man Chen seemed to want to say something, but Song Muchen didn't give him any chance to speak, grabbed Jiang Zhao's waist, and walked out.

Just when Song Muchen called the driver with a cold face, Chen Rui, who had been dressed up, reappeared outside the door of the banquet hall.

"Mu Chen, why did you come out?" Chen Rui's eyes were like silk, and she twisted her waist and shook it in front of the two, "Grandpa specially explained to me, let me entertain you well today." ”

As she spoke, her lotus-like arms were about to wrap around Song Muchen's shoulders, and she turned a blind eye to Jiang Zhao, who was standing beside Song Muchen.

Jiang Zhao raised his eyebrows, and was about to open his mouth to stab her again, but a man's low and cold voice came from beside him.

"Gone."

Chen Rui's arm hung in the air so awkwardly, and it took her a long time to come back to her senses, and her voice was full of disbelief: "What do you mean by this, are you planning to completely break with the Chen family for this slut?" ”

Song Muchen stopped and slowly turned his head.

Chen Rui's face shone again: "Mu Chen, I know you ......"

"Old man," Song Muchen didn't pay attention to Chen Rui at all, and looked straight at Old Man Chen in the crowd, "I have already made the conditions for reconciliation very clear, you can consider it slowly." ”

"However, my patience is very limited."

After he finished speaking, his eyes swept over Chen Rui coldly, and he turned around and got into the car with a sneer.

On the way back, Song Muchen leaned on the wide leather seat, his angular face was bright and dark under the cover of the street lamp, making it difficult to see his expression.

Jiang Zhao snuggled obediently at his side: "I looked at my grandfather's face very badly just now, he didn't embarrass you, right?" ”

"Huh?" Song Muchen lowered his eyes, and his fingers reached for her neck covered with thick foundation, "Does it still hurt?" ”

Jiang Zhao subconsciously shrank: "...... OK. ”

The man's breath entangled: "Zhaozhao." ”

Jiang Zhao's body trembled slightly: "Mu Chen, don't ...... here"

The man's fingers ran over her tender skin: "What did you say to Chen Nian today?" ”

Jiang Zhao's back stiffened, and the terrible feeling that came up last night hit her again, and she subconsciously began to struggle: "Mu Chen, I didn't, I didn't even tell him a word!" ”

"Why are you so nervous?" The man's voice was lazy and casual, "I'm just asking." ”

Jiang Zhao's hands and feet were stiff: "Mu Chen......"

The corners of the man's lips raised slightly: "I've wronged you in the past two days, can I give you some rewards?" ”

"What do you want?"

Jiang Zhao's eyes were red, and he cautiously tested: "Mu Chen, Ah Xue's side really can't ......."

Song Muchen's eyes suddenly turned cold: "What did you say?" ”

Jiang Zhao couldn't help but start trembling: "Mu Chen...... Don't ...... here"

The front baffle rises slowly.

The car stopped outside the gate of the villa, and Jiang Zhao dragged the torn neckline and did not get out of the car.

She was now disheveled from top to bottom, her bare shoulders bruised. On the other hand, Song Muchen on the side was still well-dressed, as if the person who was like a devil just now was not him at all.

Jiang Zhao secretly gritted his teeth, but his face still looked pitiful: "Are you going out today?" ”

Song Muchen didn't speak, just tilted his head to look at her.

Jiang Zhao immediately understood, didn't ask any more, pushed the car door and endured the pain all over his body.

The car started again, but Jiang Zhao suddenly grabbed the window: "I want to go out for a walk tomorrow, is it okay?" ”

Song Muchen looked her up and down quietly, and laughed coldly: "Your legs are on your own body, ask me what to do?" ”

With that, he raised the window and left Jiang Zhao behind completely.

The car drove out of the gate, Song Muchen glanced at the woman still standing at the door in the rearview mirror, and looked away expressionlessly: "Inform the directors and management that the board of directors will be held on time at eight o'clock tomorrow morning." ”

"And," he said in a low voice, "keep an eye on her tomorrow." ”

It wasn't until the Maybach's taillights completely disappeared that Jiang Zhao dragged his tired body upstairs.

Throwing off his shoes and throwing his bag, Jiang Zhao threw himself into the soft quilt.

The phone buzzed, but she didn't hear it.

After a long time, she lazily took out her mobile phone, and there was an unread message on the screen.

"What the hell are you doing today! Why do you want to conflict with Chen Rui! ”