Jiang Zhao's body stiffened, and then he showed a wry smile: "Song Muchen, you really don't give me the slightest chance......

After saying that, she seemed to have unloaded all the strength of her body, and let the man encircle her in his arms and no longer struggle.

"I was thinking of crying and making a fuss, maybe you could look at me more. But I forgot, there are enough eyes around me that you don't even have to look at it to know what I've done. ”

"This kind of life is really terrible."

Jiang Zhao's voice didn't fluctuate without any fluctuations, as if all this had nothing to do with her.

"Song Muchen, my play is finished, how to act next," she turned around, her eyes clear, "It's up to you." ”

The man in front of him didn't seem to expect Jiang Zhao to react like this, and he was stunned for a moment before chuckling lowly.

"I've always known that my Zhao Zhao is a very smart person." His fingers brushed Jiang Zhao's cheek, "It's just that you use these cleverness on me, which makes me very unhappy." ”

Jiang Zhao lowered his eyes: "Okay, I know." ”

After she finished speaking, she stopped looking at Song Muchen, turned around decisively, and stretched out her hand again: "Open the door, I'll go by myself." ”

What responded to her was the man's arm that circled again: "Where do you want to go?" ”

Jiang Zhao's voice began to tremble slightly: "You can go anywhere, no one cares anyway......"

The man behind him began to gently nibble on her soft ear: "I specially prepared a decanting soup for me, don't you plan to taste it yourself?" ”

Jiang Zhao couldn't help but tremble: "If you don't want to drink, you can let the nanny pour it out." ”

"Well," the man's snort grew thicker, and his voice became hoarse, "I really can't drink that today." ”

Song Muchen's fingers probed into the hem of Jiang Zhao's clothes: "However, you can recook it for me later." ”

……

This night, Jiang Zhao experienced an experience she had never had before.

Jiang Zhao's experience with men and women came from Song Muchen, and this man obviously didn't give her any pleasant feelings.

So Jiang Zhao actually avoided this kind of thing.

But tonight, it seems to be a little different.

The man seemed to have completely changed his character, not only did he not have the impatience and rudeness of the past, but he patiently asked her about her feelings again and again.

However, this tenderness did not make Jiang Zhao completely indulge, but made her even more frightened.

When she came out of the clubhouse, Jiang Zhao's head rested on Song Muchen's shoulder, and her slightly drooping eyelids covered her vigilance.

Get in the car and close the door.

The car slid smoothly into the main road, Jiang Zhao leaned on the soft pillow, his expression was lazy, but his slightly squinted eyes looked straight at the dark window.

This is not the direction back to the villa.

Jiang Zhao couldn't bear the surprise in his heart, slowly opened his eyes, and then looked at Song Muchen with a confused expression: "Where are we going?" ”

Song Muchen smiled meaningfully: "Guess? ”

Jiang Zhao's fingers hidden behind his back were slightly clenched, and the expression on his face was a little uncontrollably stiff: "I can't guess ......"

It seemed that her frightened expression was pleasant, and the smile on Song Muchen's face was even bigger: "Since you can't guess, let's wait obediently." ”

Jiang Zhao stopped talking and turned his head to look out the window.

The unfamiliar road outside the car window made Jiang Zhao suddenly feel very frightened. She sat in the car, but the person seemed to return to that rainy night thirteen years ago.

Was Song Muchen discovered something? Is this going to find a place where no one is around, and dispose of her like her father?

Jiang Zhao bit his lip hard, trying to control his emotions, but the hand hidden behind his back was coldly held by Song Muchen.

"It's so cool," the man's voice suddenly came closer, "what are you nervous about?" ”

Jiang Zhao's shoulders began to tremble uncontrollably: "I...... I just think ...... The road is somewhat familiar......"

"So what?" The man's breath hit her neck, "Do you know where we're going?" ”

Jiang Zhao shook his head, turned his head and looked at Song Muchen with wet eyes: "So, where are you going to send me?" ”

Song Muchen pinched Jiang Zhao's chin with his fingers, and the curvature of the corners of his lips increased: "Sure enough, I still like such a timid and obedient Zhaozhao." ”

As soon as he finished speaking, there was a sudden light outside the car window.

Jiang Zhao subconsciously turned his head, and the whole person froze in place.

At the end of the tree-lined avenue, the garden is full of brilliant lights.

The man's deep voice rang in her ears again.

"Welcome to your new home, my Zhaozhao."