Jiang Zhao froze, then showed a wry smile: "Song Muchen, you really didn't give me the slightest chance..."

After saying that, she seemed to have released all her strength and allowed the man to hold her in his arms, no longer struggling.

"I originally thought that if I cried and made a fuss, maybe you would get one more look at me. But I forgot that there are already enough eyes around me, so many that you don't even need to look at them to know what I have done.

."

"This kind of life is really terrible."

Jiang Zhao's voice had no ups and downs, as if all this had nothing to do with her.

"Song Muchen, now that I've finished singing my play, what happens next," she turned around, her eyes clear, "it's up to you."

The man in front of him didn't seem to expect that Jiang Zhao would react like this. He was stunned for a moment and then laughed softly.

"I have always known that my Zhao Zhao is a very smart person." His fingers brushed Jiang Zhao's cheek, "It's just that you used this wisdom on me, which makes me very unhappy."

Jiang Zhao lowered his eyes: "Okay, I understand."

After she finished speaking, she stopped looking at Song Muchen, turned around decisively, and stretched out her hand again: "Open the door, I'll go by myself."

What responded to her was the man's arm that circled around her again: "Where do you want to go?"

Jiang Zhao's voice began to tremble slightly: "You can go anywhere, no one cares anyway..."

The man behind her began to nibble her soft ear: "You specially prepared a sobering soup for me, don't you want to try it yourself?"

Jiang Zhao couldn't help but tremble all over: "If you don't want to drink, you can ask the nanny to pour it out."

"Well," the man's breathing gradually became thicker and his voice became hoarse, "I really can't drink that portion today."

Song Muchen put his fingers into Jiang Zhao's clothes: "But you can cook it for me again later."

…

This night, Jiang Zhao experienced something she had never experienced before.

All of Jiang Zhao's experience with men and women came from Song Muchen, and this man obviously did not give her any pleasant feelings.

So Jiang Zhao actually avoids this kind of thing.

But tonight, something seems different.

The man seemed to have completely changed his temper. Not only was he no longer irritable and rude as before, but he patiently asked her how she felt again and again.

However, this tenderness could not make Jiang Zhao completely addicted, but made her even more frightened.

When Jiang Zhao came out of the club, her head rested on Song Muchen's shoulder, her slightly drooped eyelids covering her vigilance.

Get in the car and close the door.

The car slid smoothly onto the main road. Jiang Zhao leaned on the soft pillow with a lazy expression, but his slightly narrowed eyes looked directly at the dark car window.

This is not the direction back to the villa.

Jiang Zhao suppressed the surprise in his heart, slowly opened his eyes, and then looked at Song Muchen with a confused expression: "Where are we going?"

Song Muchen smiled meaningfully: "What do you think?"

Jiang Zhao's fingers hidden behind his back tightened slightly, and the expression on his face became uncontrollably stiff: "I can't guess..."

As if he was pleased by her frightened expression, the smile on Song Muchen's face became even brighter: "Since you can't guess, just wait obediently."

Jiang Zhao stopped talking and turned to look out the window.

The unfamiliar road outside the car window made Jiang Zhao suddenly feel very scared. As she sat in the car, she seemed to have returned to that rainy night thirteen years ago.

Did Song Muchen discover something? Was he planning to find a deserted place and deal with her like her father?

Jiang Zhao bit his lip hard and tried to control his emotions, but the hand hidden behind his back was unexpectedly held by Song Muchen.

"It's so cold," the man's voice suddenly came very close, "Why are you nervous?"

Jiang Zhao's shoulders began to tremble uncontrollably: "I... just feel... this road is a bit familiar..."

"So?" The man's breath hit her neck, "Do you know where we are going?"

Jiang Zhao shook his head and turned to look at Song Muchen with wet eyes: "So, where are you going to send me?"

Song Muchen pinched Jiang Zhao's chin with his fingers, and the curvature of his lips widened: "Sure enough, I still like Zhao Zhao who is so timid and obedient."

As soon as he finished saying this, a light suddenly appeared outside the car window.

Jiang Zhao turned his head subconsciously and froze on the spot.

At the end of the tree-lined road that blocks out the sun, there is a garden full of bright lights.

The man's deep voice rang in her ears again.
Chapter completed!