Young Master Chu's sweetheart wife

Song Qianxi was embarrassed, she shouldn't have sung.

Well now, people are scared stupid.

After a while, Chu Muhan came back to his senses, "The tune you sing...is a bit different."

"Do you feel refreshed after listening to it?"

After talking about the embarrassing things and exposing the shortcomings, Song Qianxi's character has collapsed and has no image, so he continues to break the news, "My friend said that when he heard me sing, the dying patient would struggle and scold me."

Chu Muhan couldn't help laughing, "Zheng Xueying?"

"Yes, it's her, isn't it too much? Dear best friend!"

"It's her style."

……

The car drove into Xingshan Villa.

From a distance, I saw small red lanterns hung on the big trees on both sides of the yard at some point. As the distance drew in, I saw two big red lanterns hanging on the terrace of the villa, turning slowly to emit a faint red light.

The supposedly festive red lanterns hang in the uninhabited mountainside villa, which looks a bit gloomy...strange...

It's like a ghost marriage in a ghost movie.

Stopping the car, Song Qianxi looked around, frowned and said, "Chu Muhan, have you offended someone recently? Someone deliberately lowered your head? Or was it a Taoist priest who fell in love with you and held a ghost marriage for you?"

When Chu Muhan heard this, the corner of his mouth twitched.

Really want to break open her head to see what's inside?

Seeing that he hadn't spoken for a long time, Song Qianxi laughed, "I'm just kidding, don't take it seriously."

When she pushed down the car door and stretched out her foot to get out of the car, Chu Muhan's voice came from behind, "I'm a little drunk, I can't walk steadily, please help me down."

You know you're on an unsteady path before you walk?

Song Qianxi was deeply skeptical, but she didn't show it. She walked to the passenger seat and helped Chu Muhan get out of the car, while most of his body was pressed on her, he couldn't breathe heavily, and he swayed from side to side when walking.

She gritted her teeth and shouted, "Tianlin, come out quickly! Chu Muhan is drunk!"

In the villa, Tianlin who heard the cry ran out, and hurriedly stepped forward to help Chu Muhan, "Didn't you have a party with Young Master Jiang and the others? Why is the boss so drunk?"

After so many years with Chu Muhan, this was the first time I saw him get drunk.

"hiss--"

There was a sudden sharp pain in his lower back, and Chu Muhan caught him off guard.

It's as if the painful flesh is about to be pulled off.

Song Qianxi asked suspiciously: "What's wrong?"

"I..." Tianlin faltered, "I... I... suddenly remembered that there was an urgent document that I hadn't processed. It will be sent to the other party's boss within 10 minutes. Please send the boss back to the room."

"Hey... don't go, at least help me into the house first."

Tianlin ran away long ago and disappeared, Song Qianxi sighed with difficulty, "Why do I have to bear such a weight. Chu Muhan, you are so heavy!"

I don't know if it was a psychological effect, but Song Qianxi suddenly felt lighter.

When they were sent back to the room and helped him to bed, Song Qianxi was suppressed by Chu Muhan and fell on the bed together, on his strong and broad chest, listening to his strong heartbeat, inexplicably, her heartbeat It also accelerated.

She wanted to get up, but Chu Muhan pressed her tightly.

"Chu Muhan?" She called tentatively.

Chu Muhan, who was still awake in the car, fell asleep at this moment.

She struggled to move, but still couldn't get up, she sighed helplessly, and complained: "The wine is really bad."

Song Qianxi lay on top of him like this, took out the mobile phone in his pocket, clicked on WeChat chat to find Zheng Xueying.

[Is Yin Fei's car a white Land Rover?The license plate ends with 6. 】