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

After drinking too much, Mu Zhou became much more unrestrained.

The man's shoulders were cold and hard, and she felt uncomfortable leaning on them, so she rubbed them back and forth, and finally buried her head in the crook of his neck, mumbling something contentedly that no one could understand.

Her lips moved slightly, inevitably brushing against his neck.

At this moment, Su Zhiyan's pupils shrank instantly, and a cluster of dark fire rolled in his dark eyes.

An unfamiliar soft touch came over me.

The familiar fragrance and the unfamiliar heartbeat made Su Zhiyan lose consciousness for a moment.

He couldn't help but tighten his hands around her waist.

The car sped along the road.

If Mu Zhou was awake, he would find that the car was not heading towards the Su family.

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The car was parked in the underground garage.

The driver didn't dare to urge him, let alone look around. He got out of the car quietly and waited outside.

Su Zhiyan still sat upright, allowing the person in his arms to twist her body from time to time, constantly challenging his bottom line.

After a moment, he closed his eyes and suppressed his fluctuating emotions. He exerted a little force with his palms and carried the person horizontally out of the car.

Mu Zhou was much more obedient at this time. He pressed his face tightly against his chest. His little face was rosy, delicate and cute.

Su Zhiyan lowered his eyes and looked at the person in his arms. His serious brows flashed for a moment under the light of the car lights, and no one knew what he was thinking.

Carrying the person into the elevator, he watched the numbers rise silently.

This is the private residence where he lives most often, very close to the Su Group.

Su Zhiyan is a man with a strong sense of territory. This place is regarded as his territory, so no one else has ever set foot here, including the Su family.

This was the first time he brought someone back.

Still a woman.

A drunk and somewhat wanton woman.

This house is very big and every aspect was taken into consideration when it was designed, including a home theater, a study, and a gym.

But there is only one bedroom.

Su Zhiyan glanced at the set of sofas that had a stronger business atmosphere and seemed a bit cold and hard, and suddenly thought of Mu Zhou's pitiful appearance when he curled up on the sofa on weekdays.

So, without any hesitation, he carried the person to the bedroom and put her on his bed.

He lowered his head, frowned at Mu Zhou's coat, and then prepared to pull it off.

But he underestimated Mu Zhou's non-cooperation at this time.

Feeling someone tearing her clothes, she instinctively hunched her chest and turned sideways to try to avoid it.

Su Zhiyan had no choice but to hold her hands and press her shoulders to continue taking off her coat.

It was at this moment that Mu Zhou suddenly opened his eyes.

The tip of her nose was red, and she looked up at him with wet eyes, looking aggrieved.

"Why are you taking off my clothes?"

A completely accusatory tone.

Su Zhiyan was stunned for a moment, and then the veins on his forehead throbbed.

At this moment, he was leaning over, holding her wrists with one strong hand, and tearing her coat with the other.

She was crying, her eyes and eyebrows looked so pitiful that it made people feel pity for her. Her little resistance was easily suppressed.

This posture was really ambiguous. At first glance, it seemed as if he was forcing her.

Su Zhiyan had a headache.

While he was hesitating, he took advantage of her half-consciousness and used threats and inducements to coax her into taking off her coat.

It was better to just let her be and sleep all night in the uncomfortable coat. Then she actually propped herself up and sat up, hugging his arm and leaning against him.

Something soft pressed tightly against his hard arm, and Su Zhiyan stopped in his tracks as he was about to pull out.

Her soft voice came:

"Are you angry? Please don't be angry. Please don't be angry with me, okay..."

Even though the alcohol made her still not sober, she was sensitive enough to notice that the man was in a bad mood. She thought he was angry, so she came close to him fearfully.

Such caution and dependence.

Su Zhiyan looked at her steadily, and his heart, which had been silent for a long time, began to beat violently uncontrollably.

Mu Zhou's eyes were hazy, and she seemed to hear him sigh: "I'm not angry." His helpless low voice fell into her ears, "Be obedient and lie down."

With his hands on her shoulders, Mu Zhou lay down again obediently, but did not let go of his hand.

The moment I raised my eyes, tears began to fall down, like pearls that had broken off the string, disappearing into my hair one by one.

Mu Zhou held his hand tightly and choked up, "Are you angry with me because of Dad and sister?" She shook her head and explained in a panic, "But I didn't listen to them. I didn't want to drug you. I don't want this..."

Her lips trembled slightly and her eyes turned red from crying.

Although her words were incoherent, Su Zhiyan understood.

He was not surprised, but looked at her with complicated eyes.

After learning that she had returned to the Mu family, Su Zhiyan intuitively sensed that something was wrong, so he asked someone to investigate.

Mu Zengguo was not that smart and did not act cautiously, so his purchase of banned drugs again was easily discovered.

It was clear what he wanted to do.

When Su Zhiyan learned about this, his first reaction was anger.

In fact, the last time the hotel was attacked, his mood didn't fluctuate much.

If an insignificant person dares to plot against you, just make him pay a heavy price. Don't worry too much about it.

But this time, knowing that Mu Zhou might cooperate in drugging him again, he could not remain as calm and indifferent as before.

The inexplicable irritability made him unable to calm down, so even after Mu Zhou arrived at the club, the coldness in his eyes did not dissipate.

In fact, she showed obvious panic and guilt from the moment she stepped into the box, which anyone could see.

She is a person whose everything is written on her face and she cannot hide any emotion.

Probably, she thought she had kept it a secret well.

Su Zhiyan watched her nervousness coldly, almost unable to control the urge to question her harshly.

Then, I saw her sneaking into the bathroom with her bag.

Su Zhiyan's heart moved, and he stood up and followed.

I saw her flush the medicine down the toilet.

For a moment, he stood there in a daze.

He watched her intently as she finally put down her bag and sat there limply, regaining her composure.

It turned out that she didn't want to drug him.

Su Zhiyan couldn't say what his mood was at that time, but the irritability was miraculously soothed.

So, for some unknown reason, he saw her drunk and brought her back here.

"I'm so scared, I really didn't..."

Mu Zhou's sobbing murmurs brought him back to his senses. Su Zhiyan lowered his eyes, "I know." He pulled his hand away, his tone unconsciously mixed with a hint of coaxing, "Be good and take off your coat."

The low and slow voice seemed to successfully soothe Mu Zhou, and she cooperated by taking off her coat.

Su Zhiyan was about to put his coat aside when he saw Mu Zhou taking the initiative to take off her skirt.

She put her hands behind her back and tried hard to find the zipper.

With a 'swish', the collar opened and hung loosely on the shoulders, revealing a large area of ​​skin.

Her skin was so white that it glowed.

A few strands of hair were stained on the shoulders, and the extreme contrast of black and white deeply pierced Su Zhiyan's eyes.