Lin Su held up his glasses, narrowed his eyes slightly, and looked at the woman in front of him.

The bright headlights illuminated her snow-white face. Although her smile was still bright, her eyes were no longer as bright as before. Lin Su reached out to support her arm, and felt her cold body temperature through her thin clothes.

Lin Su quickly untied his suit jacket and put it on Mu Qian's shoulders, and whispered: "It's still a little cold, you're wearing too little."

"Is that true?" Mu Qian turned his head slightly, "I don't feel it."

Lin Su looked at her and said slowly: "Is it okay?"

"It's okay." Mu Qian pulled down the clothes on his shoulder and gave them to him, "It's OK!"

Lin Su glanced at him and didn't reach out to take him. Mu Qian stuffed his clothes into his arms and turned around and was about to leave.

After this somewhat anxious movement, her body suddenly stopped. The next moment, her whole body shook twice and almost fell into Lin Su's arms.

Lin Su hurriedly reached out to support her, but Mu Qian was still self-strengthening, trying to get rid of him and stand up straight.

"I know you should have a hard day," Lin Su said, "No need to hold on."

Mu Qian lowered her head and sneered.

Lin Su paused, and then said again: "You are so cold. Go to my house to take a hot shower and take a slower look."

Mu Qian was silent for a moment before finally looking up at him and laughed slowly, "Okay."

Lin Su felt that he was abrupt, but when he heard her agree, he saw her smile again, worried that she had misunderstood something, but it was hard to explain. He just helped her get into the car and returned to his home.

Lin Su’s villa is not necessarily luxurious, but it is particularly warm and has a strong sense of life, as if there is a hostess doing housework in daily life, which is organized, warm and comfortable.

However, thinking that the mistress of the room was Jiang Lan, who had been dead for two years, Mu Qian suddenly shivered.

Lin Su turned around and saw her shivering, and said, "I'll take you to the guest room."

Mu Qian nodded and followed Lin Su. When passing by the living room, she saw a huge portrait oil painting in the living room. The person in the painting was Jiang Lan.

A woman who has been away for two years is still full of the house.

Mu Qian exhaled gently and followed Lin Su into the guest room.

Lin Su briefly introduced the facilities in the room to her and walked out. Mu Qian looked at his back as he closed the door and slowly unbuttoned his clothes.

She stayed in the bathroom for more than an hour before taking a shower. When she walked out, she was wrapped in a white bath towel, with long black hair like algae, which made her body look white in white.

Mu Qian opened the door of the room and walked out.

Lin Su was sitting in the living room waiting quietly. When he heard the movement, he raised his head and saw Mu Qian's appearance at first sight. He was stunned for a moment.

"I've washed it." Mu Qian walked directly to him and sat down, "Does Mr. Lin want to get straight to the topic, or do you want to have a heart-to-heart talk first?"

Lin Su looked at her and said slowly: "You misunderstood, I don't mean that."

Mu Qian looked down at himself, then turned his head to look at him, and smiled and said, "Is that so? Mr. Lin took me home to take a shower, but he really just asked me to take a shower?"

Lin Su was not angry when he heard her sarcastic tone, but just stood up and stood up.

Soon he walked downstairs again and had a smoke-gray nightgown in his hand.

Mu Qian sat on the sofa without moving. He directly wrapped his nightgown on Mu Qian and tied his belt to cover up all the ambiguous atmosphere.

"No matter when, don't give up on yourself." Lin Su whispered.

Mu Qian looked at the man in front of him, "Mr. Lin thinks I am giving up on myself?"

Lin Su raised his eyes and looked at her.
Chapter completed!