Chapter 9

"What are you thinking?"

Warm voice came over, let Mu wine sweet surprised, shaking his head: "nothing."

Holding the urn in his arms, he looked out of the window and said, "this is not the way back to qingzhai."

"Well."

The car stops at the gate of Yesheng bar. Gu Shaoqing gets off the car and opens the door for her. His posture is precious and cold: "I'll take you to a drink."

Frivolous tease: "otherwise I am afraid you will not sleep well tonight."

Mujiutian didn't retort. Looking at the increase of wine bottles in front of him, he not only felt funny.

It's clear that he brought her to drink, but Gu Shaoqing seems to be when she doesn't exist, one cup after another, with several bottles over the table.

Three hours later, Sven's handsome face drunk loose, a pair of black eyes outlined the blurred color, waved to her, just like calling the kitten dog general lazy, low deep smile: "sweet wine, let's go."

"You haven't paid yet."

Gu Shaoqing, as if he had not heard of it, stood up and was ready to go out. He was so drunk that he could hardly walk in a straight line. He said in a dumb voice, "let's go."

Mujiutian has no choice but to help him.

Mu wine is sweet and thin. Gu Shaoqing seems to be uncomfortable with his sense of bone. He frowns and puts his arm on her shoulder. The weight of the whole person is half on her body.

As if, if there seems to be no embrace her whole person in the arms.

With the fragrance of Cologne in the wine, Mu Jiutian was stunned, and subconsciously uttered: "Gu Shao?"

No one responded, but the waiter waited with a look of embarrassment.

Mu wine sweet Dun a few seconds, glaring at Gu Shaoqing half knock eyes, involuntarily some smile.

I'm afraid he's really drunk. A bottle of wine on the table starts with five figures. Not to mention that he has opened three or four bottles in succession, is he ready to let her pay for it?

If she hadn't been a bit unorthodox abroad, I'm afraid she would have to pay her debts with her labor today.

Let wine lingering around, Mu Jiutian took out a card from his wallet and handed it up: "brush this one."

"Just a moment, please."

Soon, the waiter swiped the card and came back with a pen: "please sign your name."

"Good."

Take the pen, mujiutian low head, a stroke of his name, like a primary school student's Song Ti, mujiutian.

He handed the pen back again, and the waiter nodded, "two of you, please."

"You're welcome."

Mujiutian is just about to ask the waiter to help deliver Gu Shaoqing to the car. When she looks up, she bumps into someone a few meters away.

Jun's face is as indifferent as five years ago. Her thin windbreaker is gentle and cold, and her eyes are opposite, almost without any fluctuation.

Passing by, the man suddenly said, "when did you come back?"

Without glancing over, the question is like facing the air.

No one responded. Mujiutian patiently led Gu Shaoqing out of the door, who was almost thoughtless and drunk.

But he was suddenly held by the big palm behind him.

"Let me go."

A lukewarm voice with an apparent aversion to opinion.

Turning his eyes, Qi Ruifeng's nose is high with gold glasses. He can't see clearly the mood at the bottom of his eyes: "how do you mix with him?"

"What? I need to report my affairs to you, too? "

"Wine is sweet." Thin lips never radian, Qi Ruifeng with indifference: "you should know, you can't play him."

"Do I have anything to pay for now?"

Mujiu sweet smile: "or do you want to stand at the commanding height of morality, commanding me?"

Just like five years ago, the night before she was sent away.

Qi Ruifeng's finger is clean, pressed brow Center: "this is my advice to you."

"I'm sorry, I don't accept it."

After a pause, the softness in front of the body was suddenly rubbed by the man's big palm. Mu Jiutian was stiff all over, and he cried: "Gu Shaoqing."

"I'm here." He dropped his eyes, as if turning a deaf ear to the man opposite, eyebrows raised, only her eyes: "what's the matter?"

It seems that nothing is clear in this picture.

Mujiutian is not good either. He is angry with a drunkard. He raises his foot and takes him to walk out. However, he feels a kiss with wine fragrance falling from his head. His voice is like a smile: "do you know him?""Yes."

Without refutation, mujiutian managed to get Gu Shaoqing back into the car. Looking at him as if he was a big uncle, he bent over and patiently fastened his seat belt: "he's just a wolf."

"What about me?"

"What?"

Mu Jiutian didn't hear it clearly for a moment. When the reaction came over, she frowned and didn't respond. She just asked quietly: "where's the car key?"

"What about me?"

The man repeated again, Mu Jiutian's face was hidden and gloomy, waiting for a while, and he said again, "if the car key is not on you, I'll call the driver or substitute driver."

No one responded. Gu Shaoqing quietly leaned on the back of his chair, his eyes gently knocked, as if he had fallen asleep.

Burning anger, mujiutian calls the driver from a good sleep and asks him to send the man back to the room.

At this point, aunt Yu unexpectedly didn't leave. She heard a sound coming out of the kitchen: "I guessed that Mr. and Ms. Mu would drink tonight, so I made two cups of sober tea. Ms. Mu would send it to Mr. Yu."

Pause: "if you are drunk, you will have a headache the next day."

Now, mujiutian has a bad headache.

Plain white fingers pressed the forehead, voice with cool and deep fatigue: "I won't go, aunt Yu, you go to send it."

Aunt Yu didn't insist: "well, Miss mu, remember to drink sobering tea."

"Good."

Curl of sobering tea brewing aroma, the man who should have drunk it at this moment is not half drunk, one hand on the railing, one hand playing with the mobile phone carelessly.

But three minutes later, the phone rang.

"You did it on purpose tonight."

Gu Shaoqing low sneer, robe open, revealing muscle clear chest: "what good is this for me?"

"Because you know the relationship between mujiutian and her, so let me know in advance."

Qi Ruifeng was silent for a few seconds on the other end of the phone. His indifferent look seemed to fluctuate a little: "or he didn't want me to interfere."

"It should be." In a languid and natural tone, Gu Shaoqing was calm, and his well-defined fingers were gently nodding on the railing. He paused for a few seconds: "are you very familiar with Mu Jiutian?"

The tone of the statement said the question sentence, which made Qi Ruifeng smile: "if you want to provoke her, I'm afraid I'll advise you again if I advise her today."

"Can't play with her?"

"No, she can't play you." Qi Ruifeng casually took out a cigarette from his pocket, and his eyes darkened for a moment, which was fleeting: "in terms of means, it's natural, but in terms of heart."

Goulabou: "mujiutian has been arrogant since she was a child, more than three points. What do you think of such a woman as you are in her eyes? "

Gu Shaoqing did not speak, turned to lean on the railing, the summer breeze is slightly hot, let a person with a bit restless.

"Stupid people, stupid people with lots of money."