Young Master Chu's sweetheart wife

Chu Muhan woke up from the cold.

When I woke up, I was still lying in the bathtub, soaking in the icy cold water, and the heat in my body had been suppressed.

He took a hot shower and went downstairs to make some ginger soup.

At this time, it was three o'clock in the morning.

There was a lamp in the living room, shadowing the girl sleeping on the sofa.

He frowned, "Why is Song Qianxi sleeping here?"

Song Qianxi's eyes were closed tightly, she was covered with a padded jacket, and her mobile phone was placed beside her head.

Staring at the phone for a while, remembering her behavior in the hotel, Chu Muhan picked up the phone and pointed it at Song Qianxi's face, unlocking the screen lock...

If Song Qianxi was awake, she would definitely not be able to help being rude, complaining that face recognition is the worst design.

A recording was displayed on the screen, he clicked on it, and the conversation between Qiu Zhiyu and Song Qianxi came out...

Song Qianxi was awakened by the sound, and reflexively shouted: "Qiu Zhiyu, don't come here!"

She erected her spines like a hedgehog, with an angry expression on her face. When she saw the man in front of her, she was relieved. When she saw his mobile phone in his hand, she snatched it back displeasedly, "How can you touch my mobile phone?"

Also listened to the recording!No respect for other people's privacy at all!

Chu Muhan didn't feel guilty about being caught at all, so he asked instead, "Why are you sleeping here?"

Song Qianxi curled her lips, "I'm not your little fanboy, I'm afraid I have extraordinary thoughts about you, guarding the stairs and not letting me go upstairs, so I can only sleep here. Hey, when did he leave?"

Jiang Yu was nowhere to be seen, and it was unknown whether Chu Muhan drove him away or went back to his room to sleep.

She yawned sleepily, and when she was about to go upstairs, she noticed that his hair was dripping water, his face was pale, and his lips were bloodless, so she asked uncertainly, "You... soaked until now?"

Chu Muhan didn't make a sound, which was his default.

Song Qianxi was amazed, the iron man couldn't bear to soak in cold water for four or five hours in winter.

"I'll make ginger soup for you."

Looking at the back of Song Qianxi running into the kitchen, Chu Muhan raised his eyebrows, "You have a conscience."

Song Qianxi boiled the ginger soup and put it on the dining table, then went to get the hair dryer non-stop, and pulled Chu Muhan to sit down in the dining room, "After soaking for so long and not blowing your hair, you will catch a cold easily, and maybe you will lose your hair. A headache."

While speaking, he turned on the hair dryer, and plucked his short hair with his long fingers, as if plucking at his heartstrings.

Chu Muhan's heart trembled slightly, and there was a hint of sweetness in his heart.

This girl can always easily affect his emotions.

His hair is short and dries fast.

After a while, the sound of the hair dryer stopped abruptly, and the feeling of walking in the hair also disappeared. My heart was inexplicably empty, and I wanted to grab the other person to make up for the emptiness in my heart. I really did it after thinking about it.

He suddenly grabbed Song Qianxi's hand, Song Qianxi was startled, met his dark eyes and remembered the kiss on the car, his heart beat suddenly, "You..."

Chu Muhan realized that he had lost his composure, and let go of his hand, "Ahem... I accidentally caught it, don't get me wrong."

"Yeah." Song Qianxi lowered her head in embarrassment, "Hurry up and drink the ginger soup to drive away the cold, I'm going back to my room."

After speaking, he left as if fleeing.

Chu Muhan picked up the ginger soup, frowned slightly, and drank it all in one gulp.

Hearing the movement, Jiang Yu came out of the room and walked to the dining room to smell a strong smell of ginger. Seeing Chu Muhan holding the bowl in a daze, his mouth opened into an O shape in surprise, "Brother Han, you actually drank ginger soup! !"

You know, Chu Muhan hates the smell of ginger!

With a swoosh, a cold eye knife shot at Jiang Yu, his calves trembled, "Han... Brother Han, you...why are you looking at me like this..."

Chu Muhan was dissatisfied, "Who allowed you to live in my house?"

"..." Jiang Yu said, "Brother Han, I'm worried about you..."

"You should go back."

"What? Now?!" Jiang Yu looked out of the pitch-black window and said sadly, "Can it be tomorrow?"

Chu Muhan looked over, Jiang Yu suddenly straightened his back, his hairs stood on end, "Brother Han, don't be angry, I'll leave right now!"

He ran out of the villa in misery, beeping, Brother Han is bullying others.