Quick Wear: The soft cannon fodder turns into a heartthrob and seduce

[The target's favorability increases by 15%.]

0001 When the emotionless mechanical voice sounded in Mu Zhou's mind, she was completely stunned.

It has risen again?

This is the largest and most frequent increase in favorability since the launch of the strategy.

Is it really true that 'a short separation is better than a new marriage'?

Mu Zhou, who was carefully analyzing the results of his work, did not notice the danger in Jing Zhan's eyes at this time.

She remembered that at the venue, Jing Zhan thought she was drunk, so she explained:

"I didn't drink."

"Ah."

"I went there because I ran into a former classmate by chance and couldn't refuse."

"Ah."

Jing Zhan responded calmly to all of Mu Zhou's explanations. Mu Zhou felt a little strange because of his cooperation and easy-going attitude.

Of course, she didn't know that Jing Zhan's suppression of the surging power had almost reached the critical point.

Return to the villa.

Mu Zhou put his suit away, and his long legs were exposed in front of Jing Zhan again, silently attracting his attention.

In the slightly dim living room, his eyes were dim.

Mu Zhou was completely unaware, and remembering that Special Assistant Zhang said Jing Zhan drank a lot of wine tonight, he said considerately:

"Mr. Jing, I'll make you some hangover soup."

She was just about to turn on the lights in the living room, but Jing Zhan had come behind her without her knowing when.

Mu Zhou took a breath of cold air, and couldn't help but patted his chest with a light gasp:

"You scared me. How come Mr. Jing walked without making any sound?"

There was unconsciously a hint of anger in her tone, but to Jing Zhan's ears, it sounded like she was being coquettish.

When Mu Zhou wanted to continue turning on the light, Jing Zhan grabbed her wrist.

He walked towards her slowly, making the distance between the two people who were already very close almost disappear.

Jing Zhan lowered his eyes and saw the girl in front of him finally realize that something was wrong and looked at him nervously.

"What, what's wrong?"

The slightly trembling pupils and eyelashes all proved her fear at the moment.

Jing Zhan suddenly let go of her wrist and moved his hand to the back of her neck.

Mu Zhou subconsciously shrank his body, but he couldn't avoid the big hand after all.

The moment his fingertips touched the back of his neck, an uncontrollable itch made Mu Zhou's scalp numb as if he was electrocuted.

If the light were brighter now, you could probably see that her whole body was flushed.

Just as Mu Zhou was lost in thought, Jing Zhan's slightly cold voice came from above his head:

"J&L, it's indeed a men's model."

This brand specializes in men's shirts, and Jing Zhan seems to have a few himself.

But now, he just wanted to throw away all those clothes.

Including the one on Mu Zhou.

So he withdrew his hand, his flickering eyes fixed on Mu Zhou:

"Take it off."

"..."

Mu Zhou froze.

The development of the matter was completely beyond her expectations.

She was extremely puzzled ever since Jing Zhan touched the back of her neck just to look at the brand of her shirt.

Now, hearing such blushing and heart-pounding words coming out of his mouth in the temperature of minus forty degrees Celsius, she was so shocked that she opened her mouth slightly.

She looked at him in confusion.

The distance between the two of them was such that even though the visibility in the living room was poor, they could still see the expressions on each other's faces.

Jing Zhan's expression remained unchanged, but the terrifying gleam in his eyes was even more intimidating than usual. Mu Zhou's gaze went straight into them, almost drowning in them.

She pulled the corners of her mouth hard:

"Mr. Jing, you are drunk. I will..."

"I'm not drunk."

Jing Zhan interrupted her.

He did drink a lot tonight.

Perhaps it was the alcohol that disrupted his rationality and made him indulge in the madness in his heart.

But he didn't want to restrain himself.

Looking at the determined Jing Zhan, Mu Zhou was at a loss, but couldn't help whistling in his heart.

I can't believe it. Jing Zhan looks so abstinent and old-fashioned, but he plays so wildly.

However, considering that the favorability has increased dramatically, just take it off. There are suspenders under the shirt anyway.

She raised her hand tremblingly, and just as her fingertips touched the first button, her wrist was suddenly grabbed tightly.

"Mr. Jing..."

Her eyes were red and she shouted softly.

Jing Zhan moved his throat, frowned and said nothing, then pulled her to the bedroom on the second floor.

Mu Zhou could only follow passively.

At the back of his bedroom is the dressing room. When he opens one of the cabinets, he sees a wide variety of shirts.

"Pick your own and throw this one away."

After saying that, he left the cloakroom.

Mu Zhou could no longer hold back the smile on his face.

After all this fuss, it turned out that he was jealous.

Her fingertips ran across the rows of shirts in the closet, and she began to choose carefully in a good mood.

Most of the shirts here have never been worn, and the cut and fabric are much better than the ones she is wearing.

Soon, she changed her clothes.

In the bedroom, Jing Zhan did not go to wash up, but sat on the sofa, staring at a certain place, as if in a daze.

Until Mu Zhou appeared.

Perhaps because she was in a hurry to get dressed, she did not tuck the shirt into her denim shorts.

His clothes were too big for Mu Zhou. An ordinary white shirt covered her buttocks and just enough to cover her denim shorts, leaving only her straight legs exposed.

At first glance, you would think she was only wearing this white shirt.

Jing Zhan's eyes darkened instantly, and a dark fire suddenly began to surge in his chest.

Mu Zhou stood there awkwardly, and she sheepishly tucked a few strands of hair on one side of her cheek behind her ear.

"I, I want to go back to my room."

Jing Zhan's mouth was dry, and when he spoke, his voice was a little hoarse:

"Tomorrow, I'll have some clothes delivered. You can pick out the ones you like."

"Thank you, Mr. Jing."

Mu Zhou did not refuse and thanked him in a low voice.

When she turned around, Jing Zhan said again:

"From now on, you are not allowed to wear other men's clothes."

Mu Zhou paused, she slowly looked at Jing Zhan, bit her lip, and finally boldly asked the question in her heart:

"Why, what is the reason for Mr. Jing's request?"

She slowly walked towards Jing Zhan, her voice as alluring and light as a charm:

"Is it because Jingyu died saving me and Mr. Jing wants me to remain a widow for him, or is it because Mr. Jing is jealous..."

Mu Zhou's sudden aggressiveness made Jing Zhan lose his composure for a moment.

He quickly calmed himself down and didn't reveal a single flaw.

A terrifying coldness covered his face, trying to force Mu Zhou to retreat, but she still looked at him stubbornly. Even though there was a layer of mist in her eyes, she did not show any intention of dodging.

Her eyes were filled with sincerity, almost looking into Jing Zhan's heart, making him dare not look directly at her, and suddenly he wanted to avoid her.

But Mu Zhou didn't give him a chance and continued to expose his disguise:

"At the venue, you walked straight towards me. You were worried that I would be bullied, right? You cared about me. You didn't let me wear other people's clothes because you were jealous."

Mu Zhou's words completely confused Jing Zhan's mind.

He naturally knew how different Mu Zhou was to him.

But being clear is one thing, and being exposed is another.

He has not yet been able to soberly admit that he has indeed fallen in love with the person who indirectly killed his brother.

So he quickly stood up and left the villa as if he was being chased by something terrible.