In the middle of the night, the silence of the room was broken by the screeching of the telephone. The nanny trotted all the way to pick up the phone, and the noisy background sound broke out at once.

"Hey, why didn't Jiang Zhao answer the phone?"

Zhou Wenguang's drunken voice broke through the noisy voice and came: "Brother Chen is waiting for her to come and pick up someone, she is fine, the mobile phone is turned off and there is no movement at all, let her hurry over!" ”

The nanny responded tremblingly, hung up the phone and was about to go upstairs to call someone, but saw Jiang Zhao already appeared at the staircase in bright clothes.

"You go and cook the decanting soup, and you'll need it later."

When Jiang Zhao arrived at the clubhouse, Song Muchen's assistant Zhang Lin was already waiting there.

"Miss Jiang, I'm really sorry to let you run so late."

Jiang Zhao pursed his lips and smiled: "Why are you alone, the driver Xiao Lu?" ”

Zhang Lin looked a little helpless: "Mr. Song drank too much, saying that no one can pick him up except you, so I let Xiao Lu go back first." ”

Jiang Zhao's face smiled even deeper: "It's hard for you to be so late." ”

The two of them had already reached the door of the box while talking, and the noisy sound inside could still be heard through the heavy door panel.

Zhang Lin pushed open the door, and the smell of alcohol in the room instantly rushed out.

Jiang Zhao frowned silently, and after a moment of adaptation outside the door, he walked in with a smile on his face again.

"Come on, your sister Xiaozhao is here, hurry up and go home!" Zhou Wenguang immediately laughed out loud when he saw Jiang Zhao coming in.

Song Muchen leaned on the sofa, his messy bangs hung down, covering his eyebrows and eyes, and he couldn't see his expression clearly for a while.

Jiang Zhao ignored Zhou Wenxing's ridicule, pinched his fingers and walked to the man's side, his voice as low as a gnat: "Mu Chen, I'm here to pick you up." ”

The sound was so low that it quickly drowned out in the cacophony of background music.

Seeing that the person in front of him didn't move, Jiang Zhao bent his knees and half-squatted down, and raised his voice slightly: "Mu Chen, I'll pick you up." ”

This time the man finally made a move.

He turned his head and squinted at Jiang Zhao through his messy bangs, without saying a word.

Jiang Zhao's eyes began to redden, and there was a little choking in his voice: "Go home." ”

Song Muchen sneered, raised his hand and pulled her into his arms, his breath full of alcohol.

"I heard, Chen Nianqiu went to you?"

Jiang Zhao leaned on the man's arms and nodded obediently: "Yes, I have been here for three days in a row, and I really have no choice but to see him." ”

"I heard that Chen Nian saw your injuries and wanted to support you."

The jointed fingers swept across Jiang Zhao's covered neck, causing her to tremble.

"Then you should have heard that I cried a handful of snot and tears in order to reject him, and I lost my image at all." Jiang Zhao's voice was a little angry, "What else do you want to hear, why don't you come and ask me directly!" ”

"Tsk, it's just been two days since I hung you, and my temper is bigger than before." Song Muchen's voice was a little happy, "Shouldn't you be punished for making mistakes?" ”

"That's right! You're right! I should lie there and be beaten by Chen Rui, and I can't fight back if I am killed, so that you can take this opportunity to extort more money from the Chen family! ”

Jiang Zhaohuo stood up suddenly: "Song Muchen, I like you, but you can't spoil people like this, am I the tool you use to deal with the Chen family?" ”

"Okay, I know you can't trust me, I won't play anymore." She raised her hand to wipe away the tears on her face, gritted her teeth and said word by word: "From today onwards, I will not pester you anymore." ”

After speaking, Jiang Zhao turned his head and left, completely unaware that there were only the two of them left in the box at this moment.

Just as her fingers touched the door, the man behind her finally stood up with a low sigh.

But Jiang Zhao didn't want to pay attention to him at all, and pulled the door hard but didn't pull it open, only then did he realize that the door was locked from the outside.

"Song Muchen, what do you mean by this!"

She turned around angrily, but slammed into the man's solid chest.

"I haven't seen you for two days, your temper has really grown a lot." The man's chest shook slightly, "I didn't say anything, look at you, you are crying and making trouble, and you scared people away." ”

Jiang Zhao struggled, his tone was still unkind: "What are you doing, let go of me!" I can't play you dumb boys, can't I admit defeat and go by myself? ”

"Zhaozhao, you must know how to do things in moderation." The man's breath brushed Jiang Zhao's ears with a faint deterrence, "You say, if I really let you go, wouldn't your play be in vain?" ”