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

The atmosphere at the dining table was shrouded in gloom.

Jin Xirong could only eat a few bites before he couldn't swallow anymore. He put down his chopsticks and stared at Mu Zhou.

Under his intense, unwavering gaze, Mu Zhou finally finished eating.

She sipped her iced water, a slight smile playing on her lips as she looked at Jin Xirong:

"What's wrong? You've been missing me all night and you're thinking like this?"

His tone sounded helpless yet indulgent, as if he really couldn't do anything about you.

Jin Xirong gritted her teeth, and when she spoke, her voice was somewhat hoarse:

Is it fun to mess with me?

Even though his tone was clearly fierce and hostile.

But Mu Zhou still heard the barely concealed hint of grievance.

Perhaps even Jin Xirong herself didn't realize it.

She put down her water glass, rested her chin on one hand, and looked at him.

"Playing you for a fool? You mean what happened last night?"

When she actually brought up last night, Jin Xirong's expression darkened slightly.

She did remember.

That means she did it on purpose.

Jin Xirong's eyes were filled with anger, but a cold smile appeared on her lips.

But before he could speak, Mu Zhou said to him in a seductive tone:

"So, do you want me to keep playing you?"

All her emotions were stuck in her throat, and Jin Xirong felt as if she were being choked.

He stared uncontrollably at Mu Zhou, watching her alluring almond-shaped eyes entice him.

The memories of last night came flooding back, and his ears burned.

An invisible hand gripped his chest tightly, and he suppressed the urge to nod desperately.

In the end, however, he only gave a cold, reserved, and ambiguous answer:

"what ever."

After saying that, he got up and left without expression.

Mu Zhou watched his chaotic, fleeing steps and couldn't help but smile.

She draped her arm over the chair and laughed heartily.

At this point, Jin Xirong's favorability rating had increased considerably, but it was still only 45%.

Mu Zhou naturally wouldn't give him a definite promise.

It's quite fun to keep things ambiguous like this and tease each other occasionally.

*

As Mu Zhou was leaving the hospital and getting into her car, she suddenly heard someone call her name.

Curious, she turned around and saw a young man walking towards her.

"Mu Zhou, it really is you."

The man who arrived had a cheerful smile, was handsome, and dressed casually.

Mu Zhou then remembered that this person was Jin Xirong's father's first son, Jin Zheyu.

His mother was of ordinary social standing and was not a good match for Jin Xirong's father. They argued for a long time before they could be together.

The Jin family only relented after he was born.

Just when it seemed the Jin family had finally agreed, Jin Zheyu's mother suddenly fell seriously ill.

She died before she could marry into the Jin family.

Thus, Jin Zheyu's status remained in an awkward position.

He was only brought back after Jin Xirong's mother married into the Jin family.

Then Jin Xirong's mother also passed away, and Jin's father remarried his current stepmother.

Mu Zhou felt that Jin Xirong's father was truly a jinx to his wives.

His current wife might also pass away at any time.

Mu Zhou and Jin Zheyu had only met twice.

One time was when we were discussing the marriage, and the other time was when we got married.

Because of Jin Zheyu's complicated identity, he has always lived outside and spent most of his time abroad.

He's supposedly a lawyer.

Mu Zhou wasn't familiar with him, so naturally he couldn't call him "Big Brother".

So it was just a brief greeting.

When he asked about Jin Xirong, Mu Zhou simply didn't bother to answer.

They all said they didn't know.

Jin Zheyu noticed that she wasn't in high spirits, and tactfully said goodbye:

"Then I won't bother you. Let's make another appointment another day when you're with Xi Rong."

Mu Zhou twitched the corner of his mouth and nodded casually.

She didn't take her meeting with Jin Zheyu seriously.

When she got home that evening, she saw that Jin Xirong was already there.

That's strange, going out late and coming home early, what's going on?

Judging from his expression, it seemed like someone had upset him.

He stared at Mu Zhou with a stern face, his eyes unblinking, as if waiting for her to confess and he would treat her leniently or severely if she resisted.

Seeing that he didn't speak, Mu Zhou didn't bother to guess what he was thinking.

She untied her hair tie, shook her head slightly, and let her hair fall loose.

He then shook his neck and sat down on the sofa.

With her eyes closed, she gave orders in a coquettish manner:

"Jin Xirong, give me a shoulder massage, they're so sore."

She found a comfortable lying position on the sofa, muttering to herself:

"I must have been sitting in the hospital for too long. I should have gone to a spa, but unfortunately I don't have any money right now, sigh..."

She murmured a regretful comment, then casually swept her long hair to one side, revealing her other fair and slender shoulder and neck.

Jin Xirong was still sulking.

Because Mu Zhou met Jin Zheyu and they chatted and laughed together.

But seeing Mu Zhou lying there, his heart warmed, and he couldn't help but walk over.

He knelt on one knee on the sofa and leaned slightly forward.

Mu Zhou tilted his head slightly, his fingertips laboriously tapping the uncomfortable area of ​​his neck and shoulder:

"right here."

Jin Xirong's throat tightened in waves, his fingers trembled, and finally he covered them.

Rough, large hands touched her delicate skin directly.

He couldn't help but knead it.

He's quite strong.

Mu Zhou grunted and said reproachfully:

"Be gentle."

Jin Xirong then regained some clarity.

Mu Zhou's back was very thin, and the sight of his large hand covering it was indeed somewhat incongruous.

It looks like if you apply any more force, she will break.

He swallowed hard, releasing his grip.

Mu Zhou let out a comfortable sigh and closed his eyes to enjoy the moment.

She hummed softly from time to time, clearly enjoying being pampered.

Jin Xirong suddenly paused.

No, why is he so obediently serving her?

Why should he be controlled by this woman?

He returned home early to wait for her, intending to seriously "interrogate" her about her relationship with Jin Zheyu.

Since she insists on seducing him and doesn't want a divorce, she will naturally become his woman from now on.

He cannot be distracted by other people.

Especially the Jin family.

How could someone as possessive as Jin Xirong, to the point of being abnormal, possibly allow him to be involved with Jin Zheyu?

He didn't care before, but after last night, he had to take care of Mu Zhou's affairs.

He released his grip, preparing to question him.

But Mu Zhou suddenly let out a spoiled hum:

"Too light, make it heavier."

Jin Xirong's hands were very honest; without thinking, they covered her shoulders again and slowly kneaded them with the same force as before.

The matter of "torture" was thus forgotten.

He thought he could teach him slowly later.

It's just that Mu Zhou isn't that smart, and his thought process is unusual.

Maybe she didn't do it on purpose.

He resigned himself to giving Mu Zhou a massage.

While their movements were cautious, there was also a hint of restless anticipation.

The sensation of fingertips gliding across delicate skin is exquisite.

It made his heart pound wildly.

Mu Zhou would occasionally remind him where to press more, his tone so natural it was as if he were a massage therapist at a spa.

He only offered it for free, and his technique was even more comfortable.

However, Mu Zhou did not believe that he was enslaving him.

This is clearly some kind of reward.

*

Mu Zhou encountered Jin Zheyu again at a gathering with Lili and others.

He had a harmless face and chatted happily with the others.

Mu Zhou raised his wine glass and smiled enigmatically.

She took out her phone and found Jin Xirong's name in her friends list.