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

At this time, Mu Zhou's eyes and eyebrows were still flushed, and his cheeks were also rosy.

Especially the meaningful smile on the corner of his mouth, which made Wen Xu's heart burn and his ears turn red. He felt inexplicably guilty and looked away, not daring to look again.

Just now in the car, Mu Zhoujiao was pestering him and making trouble with her hands.

It made him uneasy but he couldn't get any comfort.

Until this moment, the hot and intense afterglow still enveloped him.

If the store manager paid a little more attention to him, he would have noticed that Wen Xu looked better, and even his lips were tinged with a hint of red.

*

The store manager took Mu Zhou to the VIP room.

At this time, the air conditioning in the VIP box had been adjusted to Mu Zhou's favorite 22 degrees. The temperature was a little higher than the hall, but Mu Zhou was afraid of the cold, so this was just right for her.

The music was Schumann's "Dreamy", the short melody was most to Mu Zhou's liking. At her hand were several magazines that she often subscribed to.

Linda had these prepared after she learned that Mu Zhou was coming.

This young lady has high demands, is spoiled and picky. Everything must be done carefully and no negligence can be tolerated.

After Mu Zhou sat down, someone immediately brought her freshly ground black coffee, and the dessert was her favorite muffin.

Because Linda didn't know Wen Xu was coming, she didn't prepare anything, so she asked:

"What would you like to drink, Mr. Wen? Black coffee too?"

Although the question was directed at Wen Xu, Linda subconsciously looked at Mu Zhou.

She knew very well who her financial backer was.

Although Wen Xu is the only heir to the richest man and is wealthy enough to rival a country, the one who can contribute eight-digit expenses to her every year is Mu Zhou.

She still knows who is the financial backer she should protect the most.

In the end, it was Mu Zhou who answered her:

"Give him a glass of peach juice."

"Ok."

When Wen Xu heard the word peach juice, he instantly thought of the scene where Mu Zhou said he tasted like peaches after kissing him. For a moment, he didn't know where to put his hands.

Scarlet ear tips and trembling eyelashes.

Mu Zhou really loved Wen Xu's reaction after being teased.

She laughed heartily, while Wen Xu's heart was beating a little irregularly.

*

The hair dyeing process was a bit boring, but fortunately Mu Zhou read magazines from time to time and chatted with Wen Xu, so it was not too difficult.

After nearly three hours, the hair dyeing was finally completed.

Mu Zhou tilted his head in satisfaction at the mirror.

Mu Zhou dyed his light chestnut hair completely black.

With bangs, long straight black hair, slightly upturned eyebrows and fiery red lips, she is gorgeous but not vulgar, a perfect match.

It just makes you look more noble and difficult to get along with.

Mu Zhou was very satisfied with the effect.

Wen Xu has successfully proposed and the two are preparing for their wedding.

Mu Zhou’s requirement for the wedding dress is a retro Gothic style, a bit cool, and it would be perfect with long straight black hair.

"Let's go."

She took Wen Xu's arm and left.

After coming out of the box, Mu Zhou glanced at the corner of the hall, paused for a moment, and then returned to normal.

Wen Xu naturally noticed it.

He looked in that direction calmly.

There was only one man sitting there, not very old.

Wen Xu had a good memory. The man was in the hall when they arrived, and it seemed that he had arrived just one step earlier than them.

Wen Xu's eyebrows flashed with alertness at Mu Zhou's strange behavior, but he didn't ask any more questions.

Unexpectedly, as soon as he got back to the car, Mu Zhou took the initiative to mention that person.

She asked Wen Xu:

"Did you see the man in the hall wearing grey pants and a black sweatshirt?"

Wen Xu quickly glanced at Mu Zhou and answered cautiously:

"Yeah, I seem to have an impression."

Seeing that he had an impression, Mu Zhou immediately said:

"Did you notice his hairstyle?"

When they first arrived, the man had limp hair and bangs that slightly covered his eyebrows. Although he didn't look very stylish, he was still well-behaved.

But when they came out, the man's hairstyle had completely changed.

He had a tinfoil perm!

Mu Zhou witnessed with his own eyes how a man transformed from a well-behaved college student into a street thug in less than three hours.

Mu Zhou felt as if he had become dirty.

After listening to Mu Zhou's complaints, Wen Xu was in a daze for a moment, and then he understood the look Mu Zhou had given the man at the last moment.

He felt a little relieved.

Mu Zhou warned Wen Xu seriously:

"Your hair belongs to me, and only I have the right to change it, understand?"

The husband's beauty is the wife's glory.

She would never allow Wen Xu to stand beside her with a bird's nest on his head.

Wen Xu nodded obediently.

Mu Zhou smiled and kissed his lips: "You're so good, here's a reward."

*

After a day of emotional ups and downs, coupled with being separated for a few days, Wen Xu was particularly impatient tonight.

Mu Zhou was almost falling apart.

She could only cling to his sweat-soaked back, her lips slightly parted, breathing rapidly.

After an unknown amount of time, Mu Zhou finally came to his senses.

Wen Xu wiped her body, carried her out of the bathroom, and then went to wash up alone.

Mu Zhou usually wishes she could be like an old Buddha, and when it comes to this kind of thing, she is extremely pampered. She lets Wen Xu serve her well and is too lazy to move at all.

But at this moment she suddenly thought of something, sat up from the bed, grabbed a shirt and went to the cloakroom barefoot.

When Wen Xu came out, he was stunned when he saw Mu Zhou leaning against the head of the bed.

He thought Mu Zhou was already asleep.

Mu Zhou was very tired today, he knew it.

Wen Xusong was wearing a loose nightgown with a wide open neckline, revealing large areas of his chest muscles.

Mu Zhou's gaze lingered for a moment, and he waved for him to come over.

Wen Xu obediently approached, like a loyal little wolfhound called by his master.

As he approached, the moisture from his hair hit my face, smelling refreshing.

Mu Zhou stretched out his fingers and gently opened his pajamas.

Wen Xu's Adam's apple rolled, but he didn't move. He just looked at Mu Zhou's fingers quietly, with a dangerous desire in his eyes.

Then, Mu Zhou withdrew his hand and took out a chain mysteriously.

The chain was gold with some beads on it, shining with a mysterious luster under the dim light.

Wen Xu took it, not quite understanding it.

The chain is very thin, with several strands connected together. It looks like a necklace, but not quite.

He looked at Mu Zhou in confusion.

Mu Zhou curved his beautiful lips and said in a bewitching voice:

"This is a breast chain."

Wen Xu was stunned.

He had never heard of a breast chain.

However, if it is taken literally, it doesn't seem difficult to understand.

Do you want him to wear it...

A suspicious blush flashed across Wen Xu's confused face.

Mu Zhou suppressed his excitement, picked up the breast chain in his hand, moved closer to him, and said coquettishly:

"I want to see you wearing a chest chain."

Mu Zhou knelt in front of him, wrapped his slender arms around the back of his neck, and looked at him with his head slightly tilted up.

The eyes are bewitching and seductive.

How could Wen Xu refuse? He suppressed his shyness and nodded imperceptibly.

Mu Zhou was delighted and immediately pulled down his pajamas.