In the middle of the night, the harsh ringing of the phone broke the silence in the room. The nanny trotted all the way to answer the phone, and the noisy background sound suddenly broke out.

"Hey, why don't Jiang Zhao answer the phone?"

Zhou Wenguang's drunken voice broke through the noisy voices and came over: "Brother Chen is waiting for her to come and pick someone up. It's good for her. There is no movement at all when the phone is turned off. Tell her to come here quickly!"

The nanny responded with a trembling voice, hung up the phone and was about to go upstairs to call someone, when she saw Jiang Zhao, well-dressed, already appearing at the stairs.

"Go and cook the hangover soup. You'll need it later."

When Jiang Zhao arrived at the club, Song Muchen's assistant Zhang Lin was already waiting there.

"Ms. Jiang, I'm really sorry for asking you to make a trip so late."

Jiang Zhao pursed his lips and smiled: "Why are you alone? Where is the driver Xiao Lu?"

Zhang Lin looked a little helpless: "Mr. Song drank too much and said that no one could pick him up except you, so I asked Xiao Lu to go back first."

The smile on Jiang Zhao's face deepened: "Thank you for your hard work at such a late hour."

While the two were talking, they had already reached the door of the box, and the noisy sounds inside could still be heard through the thick door panels.

Zhang Lin opened the door, and the smell of alcohol rushed out of the room instantly.

Jiang Zhao frowned calmly, and after adjusting to the door for a moment, he raised his smile again and stepped in.

"Come on, your sister Xiao Zhao is here, go home quickly!" Zhou Wenguang laughed loudly when he saw Jiang Zhao coming in.

Song Muchen was leaning on the sofa, his messy bangs hanging down, covering his eyebrows, and his expression could not be seen clearly for a while.

Jiang Zhao ignored Zhou Wenxing's teasing, walked to the man's side with his fingers pinched, and said in a voice as low as a gnat: "Mu Chen, I'm here to take you back."

The voice was too low and was soon drowned in the noisy background music.

Seeing that the person in front of him didn't move, Jiang Zhao knelt down and raised his voice slightly: "Mu Chen, I'm here to take you back."

This time the man finally took action.

He tilted his head and glanced sideways at Jiang Zhao through his messy bangs without saying a word.

Jiang Zhao's eye circles began to turn red, and there was a hint of choking in his voice: "Go home."

Song Muchen sneered, raised his hand and pulled her into his arms, his breath full of alcohol.

"I heard that Chen Nianqiu went to your place?"

Jiang Zhao leaned in the man's arms and nodded obediently: "Yes, he came here for three days in a row. I really had no choice but to see him."

"I heard that Chen Nian saw your injury and wanted to support you."

The sharp-jointed fingers traced Jiang Zhao's covered neck, causing her to tremble.

"Then you should have heard that I cried so hard to reject him that I lost all image." Jiang Zhao said with a little anger in his voice, "What else do you want to hear? Why don't you come directly?

ask me!"

"Tsk, I just left you alone for two days, but your temper is worse than before." Song Muchen's voice was filled with joy, "Don't you deserve to be punished if you make a mistake?"

"Yes! You are right! I should lie there and let Chen Rui beat me, even if I am beaten to death, I should not be able to fight back, so that you can take this opportunity to blackmail the Chen family even more!"

Jiang Zhaohuo stood up immediately: "Song Muchen, I like you, but you can't harm people like this. Am I just a tool you use to deal with the Chen family?"

"Okay, I know you can't trust me, I won't play anymore." She raised her hand and wiped away the tears on her face, gritted her teeth and said word by word: "From today on, I won't pester you anymore.

is you."

After saying that, Jiang Zhao turned around and left, completely unaware that they were the only two people left in the box at this moment.

The moment her fingers touched the door, the man behind her finally sighed and stood up.

But Jiang Zhao didn't want to pay attention to him at all. He tried hard to pull the door but it didn't open. Only then did he realize that the door was locked from the outside.

"Song Muchen, what do you mean?"

She turned around angrily, but bumped into the man's solid chest.

"I haven't seen you for two days, your temper has really grown a lot." The man's chest shook slightly, "I didn't say anything, but look at you, you're crying and making trouble, scaring everyone away."

Jiang Zhao struggled, but his tone was still bad: "What are you doing, let me go! I can't beat you dudes, why don't I just admit defeat and leave on my own?"

"Zhao Zhao, you have to know how to do things in moderation." The man's breath brushed against Jiang Zhao's ears, with a faint threat, "You said, if I really let you go, then wouldn't this drama of yours be...
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