Young Master Chu's sweetheart wife

Before the man finished drinking, Chu Muhan led Song Qianxi away first.

Jiang Jinyu looked at the backs of the two leaving, touched his chin and clicked his tongue: "I knew Song Qianxi was different, but I didn't expect that it would carry so much weight in Chu Muhan's heart."

Now he believes that Chu Muhan is really in love.

The iron tree really bloomed, and Mr. Chu was overjoyed.

After getting into the car, Chu Muhan took out a tissue and wiped Song Qianxi's chin seriously, as if it was stained with something dirty, and he didn't want to stop after wiping for 5 minutes, Song Qianxi felt that a layer of skin was about to be wiped off her chin.

She frowned in pain, and called softly, "Chu Muhan."

The soft voice brought back Chu Muhan's rationality, crumpled up the tissue and threw it out of the window.

He stared straight ahead gloomyly, with no intention of driving away, and his face was so dark that Song Qianxi was so frightened that he didn't dare to take a breath, and lowered his head to minimize his presence.

"Why did you come to the bar?" Although he was angry, his tone was mild.

Ji Moyang was the secret she buried in her heart, and she never mentioned it to anyone except Zheng Xueying.

Naturally, he didn't want to mention it to Chu Muhan.

She buried her head lower, without saying anything.

Chu Muhan saw that she was in a bad mood, so he didn't ask any further questions, but said with a sigh: "If you want to go to the bar in the future, you can ask me to accompany you. I won't disturb you, as long as you are safe."

The deep voice flowed into Song Qianxi's heart like a warm current, warming her.

She never thought that one day when she needed comfort and companionship the most, it wasn't Ji Moyang's letter that warmed her, nor Zheng Xueying who accompanied her, but Chu Muhan, whom she had only known for half a month, cared about her.

Song Qianxi was so moved that she wanted to cry, "Thank you."

The carriage was very quiet, and the nasal sound mixed with Song Qianxi's voice could be clearly heard. Feeling pity for him, he couldn't help but reached out and rubbed her head, as if it was a kind of comfort.

"Silly girl."

Thank you so much, he is willing to bow down for her.

……

As soon as she got home, Song Qianxi went back to her room to take a bath to wash off the smell of alcohol and tobacco.

While washing, I heard Xun Xun's cry.

Song Qianxi held her breath and listened to the movement outside the door. Xun Xun would only call this to strangers.

However, Xingshan Villa is located halfway up the mountain, and there are surveillance cameras everywhere, let alone a thief, not even a fly can fly in, and the sound stopped abruptly after a few calls. attention.

She continued to take a bath without paying attention, and found that she hadn't brought her pajamas in after the shower.

She had no choice but to walk out of the bathroom wearing a bathrobe, and she was stunned as soon as she went out!

Who can tell her why Chu Muhan is here! ! !

And Xunxun was on the balcony, pulling at the door aggrievedly, looking pitifully at Song Qianxi.

Song Qianxi: "...!!!"

She turned around in shock and ran towards the bathroom. She was grabbed by the wrist within two steps, and then pulled by a powerful force. She fell into a generous and warm embrace, and then was hugged by the waist.

Song Qianxi screamed, "Chu Muhan, what are you doing?!"

Chu Muhan put her on the big soft bed. Thinking of his behavior when he was drunk last time, Song Qianxi panicked and pushed him, "Hey! Don't mess around!"

Can you get drunk without drinking?

Under the bathrobe, there was no clothing, and she didn't dare to move too much.

Chu Muhan didn't bully her, he squatted down, Song Qianxi hurriedly held down the hem of the bathrobe, and saw Chu Muhan's big hand raised her right foot, and his rough fingertips gently rubbed her calf bruises.