After wearing a book after the half-moon shadow, he was favored on the headlines

"Fashion Capital." An Zhengye narrowed his eyes. As far as he knew, this was not a good place. He had to bring Mo Xiaoyu back immediately!

Before he had time to think about it, An Zhengye immediately left the office and drove there.

An Zhengye galloped all the way, and the half-hour journey took only 10 minutes.

He walked quickly into the fashion capital, and the positioning only showed that Mo Xiaoyu was in the hotel, but the exact location was unknown.

So he went to the front desk and immediately asked the front desk to adjust the monitoring.

"Sir, you don't have this right." The hotel manager hurried over just as the front desk finished speaking.

"Mr. An, she's a newcomer and ignorant. If you have anything to do, just tell me." The manager said with a embarrassed expression when he saw An Zhengye.

An Zhengye had no patience for him, and said coldly, "I want to find someone, and I need to adjust the monitoring immediately."

"Yes, I'll send someone to adjust it immediately." The manager knew that he was doing a good job, and he didn't dare to neglect at all, and immediately ordered someone to adjust the monitoring.

An Zhengye thought he was slow, so he followed him to the monitoring room, and soon found the video of Mo Xiaoyu walking into the hotel.

Seeing Mo Xiaoyu's figure, An Zhengye's eyes lit up, he grabbed the mouse and operated it himself.

He quickly found out the picture of Mo Xiaoyu on the fourth floor.

When he saw the scene of Mo Xiaoyu escaping from the room, his face darkened, and he exuded a cold aura.

Seeing this scene, cold sweat broke out on the hotel manager's back, and he immediately lowered his head and waited for An Zhengye's explanation.

Suddenly, An Zhengye asked in a deep voice, "What room is this?"

"It's number [-]." The manager replied sweating.

"Take me there right away." An Zhengye said in a icy manner, his face already horrified.

"Yes!" The manager didn't dare to ask more questions, and immediately asked someone to get the key, and personally fed An Zhengye to the agent.

With a dark face all the way, An Zhengye got off the elevator and walked quickly to Mo Xiaoyu's room.

The poor manager's short legs struggled to keep up, but he still tried his best to keep up.

An Zhengye quickly walked to the door of No. [-], and the manager immediately handed over the key with a wink.

The moment he opened the door, An Zhengye said coldly to the manager, "You can go!"

The manager's legs are weak, he should be respectful.

An Zhengye closed the door with a bang, but did not see Mo Xiaoyu, only a down jacket on the ground.

Picking it up, An Zhengye recognized that it was the one Mo Xiaoyu was wearing in the surveillance.

After confirming that Mo Xiaoyu was in this room, An Zhengye's expression softened slightly.

But what about Little Fisherman Mo?
The sound of "dong" came from the direction of the bathroom. An Zhengye stepped forward, walked to the door of the bathroom, and turned the doorknob, but found that the door was locked, so he had to knock on the door.

"Xiao Yu, are you in there? I'm An Zhengye, are you okay?" His voice was anxious, but there was no response from the bathroom.

An Zhengye lost his patience, and when he was about to kick the door open, the bathroom door gradually opened from the inside, and An Zhengye immediately withdrew his long legs.

Mo Xiaoyu just woke up from a coma, and went to the bathroom with weak legs to try to wake himself up with cold water.

It was useful at first, but after washing his face twice, Mo Xiaoyu only woke up for a moment, and then felt that he was getting hotter and hotter.

After finally recognizing An Zhengye's voice, she felt relieved and opened the door with strength.

As soon as the door opened and saw a familiar face, Mo Xiaoyu's heart and body relaxed at the same time, and he lost all strength.

She fell forward limply, but suddenly fell into a strong embrace.

"Xiao Yu, how are you?" An Zhengye asked eagerly.

Mo Xiaoyu didn't answer, but held onto An Zhengye tightly with both hands.

An Zhengye felt that something was wrong, looked Mo Xiaoyu up and down carefully, and found that her face was covered with water, and her face was a little red, but there seemed to be nothing wrong with her.

Just when he wanted to check if she had a fever, he was startled by Mo Xiaoyu's actions.

She actually started taking off her coat.

"A little hot……"

Mo Xiaoyu's mind was in a state of chaos at the moment, he only had one feeling, and that was heat.

An Zhengye grabbed Mo Xiaoyu's wrist, trying to stop her.

"Xiao Yu, don't mess around!"

Mo Xiaoyu's consciousness has gone away.

An Zhengye felt that he didn't dare to look any further.

Mo Xiaoyu wanted to take it off again, but An Zhengye quickly stopped her, but he didn't dare to use any force for fear of hurting her.

This time, I also found that her face was abnormally red, and the temperature in her arms was also a little frighteningly high. Contacting her reaction, coupled with her words, An Zhengye's face turned dark, and his whole body couldn't help but tense up.

damn it!
Fortunately, when he came, Mo Xiaoyu's clothes were intact, otherwise he would have destroyed the fashion capital!

An Zhengye hurriedly hugged Mo Xiaoyu: "Xiaoyu, bear with it, I'll take you to the hospital right away!"

An Zhengye was in a bad mood right now, thinking about what might have happened to Mo Xiaoyu if he hadn't rushed over in time, his veins couldn't help twitching.

Hold Mo Xiaoyu in his arms to keep her from moving, and coax her patiently: "Hey, don't move."

However, Mo Xiaoyu, who lost his sobriety, had nothing to say. An Zhengye held her down, which made it easier for her to mess around.

An Zhengye's face became more and more serious.

He couldn't hold Mo Xiaoyu at all, she moved too much.

He exerted a little strength, and Mo Xiaoyu clung to him tightly and ran amok.

An Zhengye only felt that Mo Xiaoyu's heart was about to burn.

"Xiao Yu, wake up!"

Her dishonest movements were really an inhuman torture for An Zhengye.

He tried to pull away Mo Xiaoyu's hand, but she held her tighter, as if knowing that he was going to leave, she wrapped his arms around him and refused to let go.

An Zhengye completely lost his mind...
The sky was light and the wind was blowing the leaves.

Mo Xiaoyu fell into a deep sleep, and did not wake her up until the phone rang.

She couldn't remember what happened last night at all, how could she be so uncomfortable.

Mo Xiaoyu vaguely heard someone talking next to her. The voice was low and magnetic, and it sounded very familiar. She didn't know if she just woke up. Her brain was not very clear, and she couldn't remember who it was.

After a few minutes, the man seemed to finish talking on the phone.

The bed moved, a cool and clean breath enveloped her, and a big hand stroked her cheek lightly.

Mo Xiaoyu suddenly opened his eyes and turned to look at the person behind him.

Suddenly meeting Mo Xiaoyu's eyes, An Zhengye was slightly stunned, and he raised his eyebrows: "You're awake."

There is nothing scarier than waking up and suddenly there is a man beside you!

Even though she knew this man, Mo Xiaoyu was so scared that he almost cried out.

"You, why are you here?" She quickly sat up on the bed, but suddenly felt a chill in her chest.

"Ah!" Mo Xiaoyu screamed.

An Zhengye was about to avert his gaze when he suddenly saw a black shadow coming towards him.

He was kicked under the bed by Mo Xiaoyu. Before he had time to straighten up, he heard Mo Xiaoyu's voice full of shock and anger: "Shameless! Nasty!"

Mo Xiaoyu's face was red and white with anger, and his eyes were full of fire.

His thin shoulders trembled slightly in anger, and with his messy hair, he looked like a standard doormat.

"you……"

Just as An Zhengye said a word, Mo Xiaoyu actually raised the bedside lamp.

He quickly hid to the side, only to hear a crackling sound, and the bedside lamp was smashed into pieces.

In a blink of an eye, Mo Xiaoyu was still looking for other things, so he quickly held her hand: "Calm down, listen to my explanation!"

"An Zhengye, you bastard who takes advantage of others' danger, is despicable and shameless!" Mo Xiaoyu opened his mouth and cursed.

An Zhengye was a little stunned by the scolding, and really wanted to see that it was you who took the initiative, but now is not the time to worry about it. After all, he is also a man, so he should take responsibility.

"Calm down, I'll take care of you." He comforted me in a nice voice.

"Who wants you to be responsible! You bastard!"

Mo Xiaoyu looked at him angrily, wishing he could kill An Zhengye.

"Don't look!"

Mo Xiaoyu screamed and pulled out his hand, pushed An Zhengye away fiercely, and hurriedly pulled up the quilt.

An Zhengye was pushed backwards by her, and almost fell. He took a step back, stepped on the broken light bulb fragments, and couldn't help but gasped.

Seeing that Mo Xiaoyu was about to run away, he didn't care about the pain, and hugged her tightly, and said helplessly, "Where are you going, calm down, let's have a good talk."

"I can't calm down!" Mo Xiaoyu stared at him with red eyes, really wishing to bite off a piece of flesh from him.

"What are you talking about, I have nothing to talk to you about!" After finishing speaking, he scolded a bastard.

An Zhengye's patience was exhausted: "Think about it, who is the bastard? You can't remember the past at all?"

Hearing what he said, Mo Xiaoyu retorted ferociously: "What are you thinking? It's not that you took advantage of others..."

As soon as he said this, Mo Xiaoyu paused.

Her brain has resumed normal operation at this moment, and sporadic fragments jumped out in her mind.

She escaped from Room [-] to this room, then called for help, and then she passed out... She woke up and went to the bathroom to wash cold water, and then she saw An Zhengye and threw herself into his arms...

The more Mo Xiaoyu thought about it, the paler his face became. What did she do?
Hongxia started to burn from her face, and soon burned all over her body, her whole body was like a cooked shrimp, she drooped her head vigorously, wishing she could shrink into a turtle and get into the shell.

Seeing the change in Mo Xiaoyu's expression, An Zhengye said helplessly, "Remember?"

"En." Mo Xiaoyu's small head was almost buried in the quilt, and he mumbled a word.

Her voice was like a mosquito, without the arrogance just now.

Looking at her bleeding earlobe, An Zhengye thought for a while, and comforted him: "You don't have to be so shy, we are husband and wife, it's nothing..."

"Stop talking." Mo Xiaoyu hastily interrupted An Zhengye's words.

An Zhengye frowned, feeling a little uncomfortable.

He stared at the top of Mo Xiaoyu's head: "What do you think?"

"I, I don't know either." Mo Xiaoyu held back for a few seconds before uttering a sentence.

An Zhengye was almost pissed off by this little woman. He thought that the relationship between the two would be different if they got closer.

He was very sure of his own mind. He wanted to wait for Mo Xiaoyu to wake up, and then talk to her, but when she woke up, he was punched and kicked.

Relationships are indeed different, seem to be for the worse.