A wealthy man offered a 10 billion yuan betrothal gift, and I married him!

"Madam..."

The bodyguard seemed hesitant.

Meng Shiting put down his wine glass and tapped the small table. "Speak."

"Madam, she went to see a man wearing a mask."

Hearing this, Meng Shiting's eyes flashed with coldness, and the frequency of knocking on the small table gradually increased.

However, after hearing the next sentence, he froze.

"Madam, she beat up that masked man."

Meng Shiting: ...

He frowned, and the anger that had just risen gradually dissipated, "What happened?"

"That man was quite strong, and Madam used her hands and feet to hit him several times before knocking him unconscious. It seems that he was not seriously injured."

Meng Shiting took another sip of wine and leaned back in his seat casually. "No, he was seriously injured. His arm was dislocated and his leg was broken. He has to stay in the hospital for a while."

The bodyguard understood immediately, "I understand."

Just when the cosplay man regained consciousness and tried to get up.

Several men in black appeared out of nowhere and dragged him to a small dark room in the parking lot.

Soon, shrill screams were heard from inside.

Liu Mu hummed a little tune and returned to his car.

She noticed that there was a Cullinan parked nearby.

The man in the back seat of the car was looking at him sharply.

Liu Mu's eyebrows moved and she pursed her red lips.

She wasn't sure, was this an invitation for her to get in the car?

While Liu Mu was hesitating, all the windows on the man's side of the car were rolled down.

He reached out and knocked on the car door, his face clearly showing displeasure.

Liu Mu rolled his eyes quickly where the man couldn't see.

Can't you just say something? You just let her figure it out.

Alas, I am so tired.

She threw the 911 keys to the bodyguard beside her, then bent down and got into the Cullinan.

As soon as the car door closed, Liu Mu clearly felt that the atmosphere was not right.

She subconsciously straightened her back and placed her hands on her knees.

He looks like a good student.

Meng Shiting noticed her movements from the corner of his eye and opened his thin lips slightly, "Bathroom, it'll take quite a while."

Liu Mu was a little nervous and swallowed, "I'm constipated and can't poop."

Meng Shiting's face was gloomy, and his eyes became darker.

"Toys" can lie, that's good.

Meng Shiting rubbed his temple with his hands and said in a sharp voice, "Let's go to Jiang Jing Studio."

"Wait."

Liu Mu took out his phone and swiped it a few times before handing it to the driver. "Go here first."

The driver glanced at the address displayed on his phone and looked in the direction of Meng Shiting.

Liu Mu understood that this meant seeking the boss's consent.

Okay, workers should not make things difficult for workers.

Liu Mu withdrew his hand, clasped his hands together, and stared at Meng Shiting with a flattering look on his face.

"Boss, can we go somewhere else on the way? It's very convenient, no detour at all."

Meng Shiting's dark eyes darkened, "Reason."

"I'm craving for dessert."

Liu Mu was going to a dessert shop called Joy.

She remembered that in the book, the heroine Qin Yan often went there to buy desserts and brought them specifically for her nobleman Jiang Jing.

It seems to be Jiang Jing's special preference.

This time when he went to the studio, Liu Mu had a request for him.

I just wanted to show my goodwill with dessert first.

Meng Shiting pursed his thin lips: Can she eat this dessert for free?

He glanced at Liu Mu out of the corner of his eye, his eyes falling on the woman's white neck.

Meng Shiting retracted his gaze and said casually, "I heard that you dance well?"

Liu Mu was puzzled.

The original body can't dance?

Is there a rumor?

No, Big Boss, you don't want to see her dancing, do you?

Liu Mu probed, "Do you like watching people dance?"

Seeing that the man didn't respond, I took it as my consent.

Liu Mu took a deep breath and said in a serious tone, "Boss, that's another price."

Meng Shiting turned his head and stared at Liu Mu, his eyes falling on the side of her trouser pocket.

Liu Mu covered it subconsciously.

That’s right, it contains the inheritance card given by the boss.

Oh, okay.

With this card, why would you need a bicycle?

She was about to agree, but the boss got there first, "Zixiao Mountain Villa, write your name on it."

Liu Mu's eyes lit up, "Okay!"

She forgot she was in the car and jumped up twice in excitement, hitting the roof.

"Ouch!"

Meng Shiting looked at her as if she were a fool.

Liu Mu sighed, endured the pain and rubbed his head, with a smile on his face, "Boss, what kind of dance do you like to watch?"

Meng Shiting withdrew his gaze and began to recall.

What kind of dance did you see at the bar that night?

Well, I don’t know.

"All is fine." He said indifferently.

Then he said to the driver, "Go to the address she said."

After exiting the DG mall, Cullinan drove into a busy traffic scene.

The spring in Nancheng is painted by nature, bright and full of vitality.

The trees on both sides of the street have already turned green, contrasting with the clear sky, forming a vivid picture.

While waiting for the red light, Meng Shiting happened to see a mother and son crossing the road.

The boy deliberately stepped only on the zebra crossing, and his innocent smile touched people's hearts.

The mother next to him looked at him lovingly, with pampering and worry in her eyes, and reminded him to "be careful" from time to time.

Looking at this scene, Meng Shiting was distracted for a moment.

In the past when his memory was hazy, there was someone who loved him so much.

The vehicle restarts.

Meng Shiting withdrew his thoughts and returned to his usual calmness.

Only then did he faintly hear the sound of even breathing coming from beside him.

Meng Shiting glanced to the side and saw that the woman's beautiful eyes, covered by her butterfly-wing-like eyelashes, were trembling from time to time.

A faint fragrance then entered Meng Shiting's nose.

He reached out his hand involuntarily and brushed away the long hair that was scattered on the woman's cheek.

Revealing her perfectly contoured profile.

The moment he touched the woman's cheek, he felt a strange sensation at his fingertips.

It was as if something was flowing into his body from his fingertips like a tide.

Meng Shiting's eyes were as deep as the sea, and his fingertips slid down the woman's cheek and gradually onto her red lips.

And stay and caress on it.

Crystal clear moist feeling, so soft.

I don’t know what it will taste like.

Is it sweet or sour?

Meng Shiting's Adam's apple rolled and he pressed down hard with his fingertips again.

Since it's your own toy, it's not too much to taste it.

The fluttering of the woman's eyelashes seemed like an invitation, and Meng Shiting accepted the invitation and slowly lowered his head.

"No, let me go, no, ah!"

Liu Mu suddenly opened his eyes, and what appeared in his eyes was a familiar car roof.

Fortunately, it was a nightmare.

She was breathing heavily and sweat was pouring down her body.

Liu Mu dreamed of the scene before his death in the book.

That was the memory of the original body being abused to death in a remote alley on a rainy night.

She was so helpless and desperate in the dream.

At that moment, the original body seemed to have let go of everything.

But there is no chance to start over.

Liu Mu secretly made up his mind: Don't worry, this time I will definitely lead you out of the quagmire of despair.

Liu Mu, who had regained consciousness, only noticed it then.

Meng Shiting, who was standing aside, seemed to have a strange expression on his face.

She subconsciously touched her lips.