novelaction Chapter 645 The Vicious Ex-Wife Who Couldn't Share Hardship (9)
Chapter 645 The Vicious Ex-Wife Who Couldn't Share Hardship (9)
Jin Xirong rarely reveals such a strong and unyielding side.
He held her little feet tightly in his palm and refused to let go.
So soft.
My chest felt increasingly hot.
He probably dislikes this kind of pampered young lady.
They can't endure hardship, and they're so dramatic; they can't even announce the slightest bit of pain or resentment to the whole world.
So at this moment, he was also unsure of what he wanted to do.
He was just following his instincts and didn't want to let go.
Seeing that he showed no intention of letting go, Mu Zhou frowned in anger.
A blush rose to her ears, and a hint of shyness lingered in her eyes. She secretly gathered her strength, preparing to pull back abruptly.
The next moment, Jin Xirong bent down, picked up the high heels from the ground, and carefully put them back on her feet.
Mu Zhou's strength suddenly dissipated, leaving him somewhat bewildered.
The high heels were covered with gradient pink rhinestones, which matched Mu Zhou's clothes perfectly.
This is a classic design from this brand, luxurious and elegant, dreamy and gorgeous, and timeless.
Therefore, the chances of encountering someone wearing the same style are quite high.
Mu Zhoucai used to dislike these common styles, so he rarely wore them.
This is the first time I've worn this style, and I didn't expect it to rub my feet.
After Jin Xirong helped her put on her shoes, Mu Zhou hurriedly withdrew her foot and straightened her skirt.
Just as he was about to get up and leave, Jin Xirong said:
"Do you need the other foot?"
Mu Zhou didn't know why, but her body trembled slightly after hearing his words.
The soles of my feet, where he touched them, still seemed to retain the lingering heat of his palm.
She subconsciously looked at Jin Xirong.
He was staring at him too.
The dark pupils seemed to conceal some kind of danger.
Mu Zhou snorted and stood up:
"No need, I'm going back now. Lily's victory celebration is waiting for me."
She picked up her bag and left the office without looking back.
Even after the sound of high heels faded away, Jin Xirong remained seated on the sofa.
He twirled the remaining band-aid between his fingertips, his movements slow, as if he were kneading something else entirely, not a band-aid.
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Mu Zhou has a pretty good alcohol tolerance and drank quite a bit without needing to be urged to.
Lily was very happy throughout the celebration party, flitting around like a butterfly, and Mu Zhou also drank a few more glasses.
When the event ended, Mu Zhou left the clubhouse with Lily's help.
She swayed unsteadily, but seemed to be in high spirits.
The entrance is right next to the road, and the surrounding area is very lively.
But Mu Zhou could sense a gaze fixed directly on her.
She didn't look over, but leaned against Lily for a while before getting up:
"Don't worry about me, I'm not drunk."
Her eyes rippled as she gazed at Lily with tender affection.
Lily's heart skipped a beat, and she couldn't help but pinch her waist:
"Who are you trying to seduce! I like men, and I've already made plans for tonight."
Mu Zhou chuckled:
"Okay, I won't bother you anymore."
Mu Zhou was shoved into the car by Lily.
She instructed her driver:
"Take the person home, watch the door close before coming back, and drive slowly on the way."
"Okay lady."
The car drove away, and the next second, another black car followed.
Lily's driver was very responsible and parked the car safely downstairs.
Mu Zhou unbuckled his seatbelt and got out of the car.
Another car stopped as well.
Jin Xirong sat in the back seat, coldly watching the young driver follow closely behind Mu Zhou.
Fortunately, Mu Zhou wasn't too drunk and didn't need help.
Soon, the young driver came downstairs, got back into the car, and only looked away after he drove off.
He got out of the car and looked up at the building where the lights were not yet on.
In his hand was iced lemon honey water that he had the chef make.
The light still didn't turn on.
Jin Xirong frowned, her eyes filled with annoyance.
He loosened his tie and strode into the building.
It was getting late, and there was no one else in the elevator.
But Jin Xirong still felt it was too slow.
In an instant, all the possible accidents that might happen while he was drunk went through his mind.
With a "ding," the elevator doors opened, and he hurried toward the room door.
He entered the password, and the sound of the combination lock was particularly abrupt in the quiet night.
It was dark inside.
He turned on the light and immediately saw Mu Zhou lying on the sofa.
She's already fast asleep, oblivious to everything.
My heart seemed to sink instantly.
Jin Xirong was breathing heavily as she silently leaned against the door.
His eyes were dark as he stared intently at the figure lying on the sofa.
The high heels were right next to her feet.
He stared at it for a while, then got up, walked over, picked up the high heels, and put them back in the shoe cabinet.
When I turned back, the person lying there had already opened their eyes.
"Jin Xirong, where is my honey water?"
With such a delicate and soft voice, she bossed people around in an imperious manner.
Jin Xirong's gaze was fixed on her.
My heart felt like it was being gripped tightly by a large hand, sometimes loosening, sometimes tightening.
His breathing was also disrupted.
He swallowed hard, walked up to Mu Zhou, and handed her the bottle of honey water.
For some reason, he took it back, opened the bottle cap, and handed it over again.
Mu Zhou then slowly sat up.
She took it and drank it in small sips.
The cool, sweet taste made me feel much more awake after drinking it.
Mu Zhou only drank half of it before handing it back to him.
"Don't drink anymore."
The sweet and cloying aroma of alcohol mingled together, wafting over him and making Jin Xirong feel almost intoxicated.
Mu Zhou's ears and nose were red, and his eyes looked slightly unfocused.
She looked up at Jin Xirong, couldn't help but touch the back of her neck, and said with dissatisfaction:
"Squat down, my neck hurts."
Jin Xirong's throat was dry, and she slowly squatted down.
His eyes were already as dark as ink.
Mu Zhou suddenly lunged forward, squeezing her head into his neck and burying it there.
"OK."
Her voice was tinged with laughter, carrying the languid tone unique to those who have been drinking.
Jin Xirong instinctively caught her steadily, then froze completely.
Looking down, all I could see were her luscious earlobes and her slender neck.
His eyes were shrouded in an indistinct mist, and after only a moment of struggle, a dangerous malice gradually emerged.
Mu Zhou's light breaths lingered, igniting the hidden fire in his heart.
Mu Zhou was oblivious; all she thought was that Jin Xirong had a really good figure.
She raised her hand, slid it down, and finally wrapped it around his waist.
Its inverted triangle shape is sturdy, lean, and full of power.
Not bad.
After making her own assessment, she snuggled closer to him.
The two became even closer.
After Jin Xirong's chest was gently brushed, it felt as if she had been frozen in place.
All the blood in my body rushed around with those hands.
His whole body tensed, his back went numb, and a lustful crimson tinged his eyes.
Mu Zhou suddenly regained her senses for a moment. She supported Jin Xirong to create some distance between them, and cupped his face in her hands as she leaned closer.
She looked at it carefully and was very satisfied.
Her misty eyes held only Jin Xirong in them.
Without any warning, she suddenly captured his lips and kissed him forcefully.
A captivating smile played at the corners of her lips.
Jin Xirong's mind went completely blank.
His eyes seemed to be scorched with fire. He was stunned for only a second before leaning down and kissing her fiercely again.