Many times, he felt that he no longer had love for Musi, but only pity.
But if he had no love for Mu Si, why would he be so angry when he saw Jiang Li propose to Mu Si?
He didn't know if it was because Jiang Li was not really angry with Mu Si, or if he still had a little love for Mu Si in his heart.
This feeling made him extremely confused.
Sometimes he would comfort himself that his concern for Mu Si was just a habit, or just a kind of residual warmth. Over time, this residual warmth would slowly dissipate.
He sighed lightly, looking at the floor in distractedly.
Musi was playing the violin in the performance room.
While the break was in the middle, Ning Zi, the manager of the club, walked in, "Mu Si, there is a very important guest tonight. Today is his girlfriend's birthday. He asked to go to the scene to play the violin."
Mu Si hesitated a little, "But Li said he didn't need to go to the scene."
"Our club made an exception to some particularly important guests, who are a platinum member of our club, and each guest gets a privilege on his birthday, so we have to agree to his request."
Mu Si knew that the club did have such a regulation, so she didn't say anything more.
During dinner, she came to a separate restaurant.
The restaurant is very spacious and gorgeous. The entire restaurant only has a rectangular luxurious dining table, with flowers on the dining table swaying with candlelight.
A man sits opposite a woman.
As she walked into the restaurant, the man's eyes sterned, his eyes fell straight on her face, and a strange layer of light appeared in his eyes.
The man came to his senses until the woman present noticed that he was staring at Mu Si in a daze and coughed a little unhappily.
Mu Si smiled slightly at the two of them, bent over to say hello, and began to play the violin.
The violin sound is melodious and melodious, and the restaurant is full of romantic and warm atmosphere.
Men and women whispered lightly while having a delicious meal.
However, the man's eyes always swept across Mu Si's face intentionally or unintentionally, sometimes staying in front of her chest, sometimes staying at her waist.
The gaze was like the eyes of the night wolf, emitting a faint light, strange and sharp.
Mu Si noticed the hidden emotions in the man's eyes, and felt a little panicked, and his eyes were always avoided over and over again.
Finally, the two of them finished their meals, and Mu Si left the restaurant as if she was running away.
When she walked out of the door, she could still feel the man's gaze shining directly on her back like a laser.
When she returned to the performance room, she wiped the cold sweat on her forehead and sat quietly before she could recover her calm state of mind.
She then left the concert room after get off work.
As soon as she walked out of the club, a black car was bentoed in front of her.
The car window slid down, revealing a strange man's face, and the man slowly spoke: "Sister, our young master wants to make friends with you."
Mu Si frowned strangely, "I don't know your young master."
"The one who was in the restaurant just now."
Her face suddenly changed, and she quickly said, "Sorry, I won't make friends with strangers."
She immediately bypassed the car of face and left quickly.
But the man in the car walked down and stopped her, "Sister, the price we are going to pay you is 1 million a month."
Mu Si's eyes were tightly slapped, a little angry, "Sorry, you made a mistake, I'm not that kind of person."
But the man still didn't let her go, "How many months do you have to pay 1 million?"
"Even if I can't make 1 million in my life, I don't like this kind of money."
She walked around him hard and prepared to leave, but the man suddenly grabbed her shoulder and his voice was cold, "No matter whether you want it or not, as long as we are the ones we like, we can't escape our palm."