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

In the end, Red Hair was unable to do anything.

The private owner of this club is also a big shot with a powerful background, and no one can make trouble here.

Naturally, the employees here are also protected, so it is not Red Hair's turn to take action.

The moment he raised his hand, Mu Zhou took a few steps back and fell in one direction, screaming loudly, leaving the red-haired man stunned for a moment.

The security guards arrived quickly and, upon seeing Mu Zhou lying pitifully on the ground, they restrained the red-haired man without even thinking.

The foreman was considerate enough to have someone help the "weak" Mu Zhou to the back to rest. No matter how Red Hair explained that he was beaten and no one believed him before he could fight back.

Especially since the surveillance here was incomplete, it could only capture half of Mu Zhou's body after he fell.

At least from the surveillance footage, there is no doubt that Red Hair did it, especially since Mu Zhou looks so harmless.

Before leaving, at a moment when no one was looking, Mu Zhou raised his eyebrows provocatively at Hongmao, which made Hongmao blush with anger and start cursing.

The farce ended and it was time for Mu Zhou to get off work. She drank half a bottle of wine and stumbled into a taxi to a quiet villa area.

Soon, Jing Zhan's familiar car appeared at the gate.

Mu Zhou sat by the flower bed, curled up into a ball, like an abandoned kitten, staring blankly in the misty drizzle.

The moment the car lights came on, she seemed to wake up, looked up blankly, then suddenly stood up and couldn't help shaking.

After barely keeping her balance, she stumbled towards the car.

Inside the car, the assistant in the passenger seat saw the person clearly and a hint of surprise flashed in his eyes. He asked carefully:

"Boss Jing, this..."

At this time, Jing Zhan in the back seat also noticed Mu Zhou. He tilted his head slightly and looked out the window with an unclear look in his eyes.

The driver didn't know who the woman outside the car was, but he was sensitive enough to sense something was wrong, so he didn't dare start the car.

The situation remained at a stalemate.

Jing Zhan's eyes flickered, making it difficult to see what he was thinking.

Mu Zhou was still knocking on the car door gently, his cheeks slightly red, looking like he was drunk, and his trembling voice could be heard faintly in the car.

The assistant was also a little unsure and couldn't help but say:

"Do you need to call security?"

Just as the assistant was about to take action, Jing Zhan's eyes suddenly fell on the collar of the man outside.

The collar was designed without buttons, and after some tinkering, the open area became more obvious. Further down, the stains of red wine on the shirt looked even more messy.

He couldn't help but frown, unbuckled his seat belt and got out of the car.

The car door was suddenly opened. Mu Zhou was standing close to the car and was caught off guard and was about to fall backwards. At the critical moment, she subconsciously grabbed the shirt of the man in front of her and managed to steady herself.

Mu Zhou lowered his head and gritted his teeth silently.

What a stupid man! He stood there when he saw her about to fall, and didn't even reach out to help her.

After taking a deep breath, she slowly raised her head with a changed expression. Her eyes were filled with tears, and she tried hard not to let them fall.

"What exactly do you want me to do to let you go? Isn't it enough that I've been kicked out of my house and lost all my jobs?"

"I've been reduced to working in a nightclub, and it's not okay. Do I really have to be insulted like this?"

Her voice trembled with despair, but even so, she still didn't dare to accuse too loudly.

The assistant who rushed over to hold an umbrella was so frightened after seeing what was happening. He dared not breathe.

You know, Jing Zhan is extremely resistant to close physical contact, and he is afraid that Mu Zhou will be thrown out directly.

But what he imagined did not happen.

At this moment, Jing Zhan seemed to have forgotten that she was still tugging at his shirt, and just silently lowered his eyes and looked at her in front of him.

The rain was not heavy, but perhaps because she had been there for a long time, the loose hair on her forehead was obviously wet and stuck to her cheeks.

A faint smell of alcohol hit him in the face, but surprisingly it didn't make him feel so disgusted.

Maybe it was because of the obvious grievance on her face, or maybe it was because of her red eyes.

His eyes moved down, and when they saw her messy and almost wet clothes, Jing Zhan pursed his lips with a slight coldness.

Mu Zhou acted aggrieved for a while, but still didn't hear Jing Zhan speak. From the corner of his eyes, he could even see him looking at him coldly.

Mu Zhou felt a chill on his back.

Oops, the hero doesn't buy it.

A breeze blew by, and Mu Zhou, who had been drenched by the rain, shivered. As her thoughts raced, she loosened her grip on Jing Zhan's shirt, her eyes hollow and unfocused as she murmured:

"I'll return my life to your brother, so that I don't owe you or your brother anything..."

She turned around silently and staggered towards the road, her figure gradually disappearing into the night.

The assistant sensed something unusual and, thinking of what happened at the club, took the initiative to speak:

"Miss Mu is in the club..."

He told everything he knew.

Jing Zhan frowned after listening to this, his heart sank suddenly. He ordered, "Go and check what happened in the club." Then he quickly caught up.

Mu Zhou's sudden collapse and what she just said clearly showed that something had happened, causing her, who had always been patient, to suddenly give up and come to him.

Jing Zhan instinctively chased after him.

A voice in his heart told him that if he let Mu Zhou leave like this, something he would probably regret would happen.

*

Jing Zhan was tall and had long legs, and he quickly caught up with Mu Zhou who had already reached the beach.

"what are you up to?"

He grabbed Mu Zhou, who was about to run into the sea, frowned and held her wrist tightly.

Mu Zhou didn't know where he got the strength from, he struggled hard and continued to walk towards the sea.

Jing Zhan had no choice but to hold her shoulders from behind and control her in front of him.

"Calm down."

But Mu Zhou couldn't stay calm at this moment. Her eyes were misty and tears finally burst out, wetting her cheeks.

"I'll give my life back to Jingyu, please let me go."

"Please, let me go."

Jing Zhan listened to her words expressionlessly, but he did not loosen his grip at all.

Only after Mu Zhou had struggled to the point of having no strength left did he slowly lean against Jing Zhan's chest, exhausted. Hot tears instantly flowed through his shirt and onto his skin, as if it had been burned.

Jing Zhan suddenly stiffened.

Such a strange touch made him subconsciously want to push her away from his arms, but the next second, he heard her trembling whisper:

"Brother Jing Zhan, please don't treat me like this..."

Jing Zhan's breathing stagnated slightly, and he couldn't help but frown as he looked at the person in his arms.

At this moment, Mu Zhou raised his chin slightly, one hand pitifully and carefully grabbing the shirt on his chest, and met his gaze.

Jing Zhan was frozen and unable to move at all.

*

After making such a fuss, Mu Zhou reasonably fell drunk in Jing Zhan's arms.

Jing Zhan stood in the rain for a long time until his assistant came over with an umbrella.

After seeing his boss take off his suit jacket and put it on the girl, and then pick her up as a princess, the assistant watched obediently and didn't dare to look around anymore. He quietly stepped back and held an umbrella for the two of them.

Back at the villa, Mu Zhou still leaned obediently on his chest with his eyes closed, his brows furrowed, obviously full of sorrow even in his sleep.

He put the man on the sofa.

The suit covering her slid down, revealing Mu Zhou's long, white legs with graceful lines and slender ankles.

Jing Zhan stared for a few seconds, then suddenly coldly snatched the blanket from the servant and wrapped her tightly.

After doing all this, he signaled the assistant standing at the entrance to come forward.