Deliberately seduce

Chapter 104 Didn't Really Understand Him

As soon as Jiang Yunmu arrived in the community, he received a message from Zhao Xiaomeng.

"The brat was thrown to the stinky man, the old place, let's go."

They really haven't seen each other for a long time since the Sanda gym last time.

When she was in Paris, Zhao Xiaomeng also called to express condolences to her, but just in time for the plagiarism incident, she answered casually and hung up the phone.

Too many unexpected things happened in the past few days, and her brain was almost overloaded, so that when she returned to the company, she suddenly remembered to send a message to report her safety.

Thinking about it now, I really need to make up for that woman's glassy heart.

Sure enough, when Jiang Yunmu drove to a massage parlor they often went to, Zhao Xiaomeng ran up to her with snot and tears.

"Jiang Yunmu, you heartless guy, you didn't tell me about such a big thing, do you know how worried I am about you these days..." Zhao Xiaomeng burst into tears when he spoke, as if I'm going to cry in the next second.

"I..." Jiang Yunmu was about to speak when Zhao Xiaomeng interrupted him.

"You still have the nerve to say, I'm so worried about you, but you still have the mood to travel to Baiyunchuan?! Fang Zhiyi told me!" Zhao Xiaomeng glared at her angrily, like Jiang Yunmu secretly going out to play. Take her the same.

The guilt in Jiang Yunmu's eyes disappeared in an instant. The effeminate feeling was not because he didn't report her safety in time, but because he didn't take her with him when he went on a trip!

"If I had asked you to go with me, what would have happened to you?" Jiang Yunmu narrowed his eyes slightly and asked her tentatively.

"Nonsense, of course we must go decisively!" Zhao Xiaomeng blurted out without thinking, "Such a good opportunity to get rid of those two clingy guys at home, of course we can't let it go..."

Before he finished speaking, he met Jiang Yunmu's sharp gaze, Zhao Xiaomeng subconsciously covered his mouth, feeling so remorseful in his heart, how could he blurt out what was in his heart! ?
"Okay, Zhao Xiaomeng, you really aren't sincere to me!" Now it was Jiang Yunmu's turn to mist his eyes, as if he had been deeply hurt by a cruel person.

Seeing Jiang Yunmu's aggrieved look, Zhao Xiaomeng, who knew she was wronged, was so anxious that she didn't know what to do, so she quickly comforted her: "Oh, I was just joking with you, I am really worried about you."

"Hmph." Jiang Yunmu's tearful eyes were full of doubts, and he didn't believe what she said at all.

"Jiang Jiang~" Zhao Xiaomeng quickly admitted his mistake, "I was wrong, okay~"

Jiang Yunmu turned his head to the side and didn't want to talk to her.

Zhao Xiaomeng took a deep breath, and put on a flattering smile on his face: "Well, in order to soothe your wounded heart, how about I treat you to a massage this time?"

The voice just fell.

"Deal." Jiang Yunmu's eyes quickly flashed a light, like a cunning fox.

"Eh?" Before Zhao Xiaomeng could react, Jiang Yunmu dragged her into the massage parlor.

After so many days of busy work, lying on the bed and enjoying the skills of the masseuse lady, let alone how happy it is.

Even when I traveled to Baiyun Mountain, I never felt so relaxed.

Thinking of this, Zhou Shiyin who lost control that night appeared in Jiang Yunmu's mind unconsciously.

The depression, grief and despair in his eyes at that time... She still remembers it vividly until now.

But Zhou Shiyin was clearly not like this eight years ago. It was hard for her to imagine that the gentle and gentle person at that time had been suppressing such a strong sadness in his heart.

"Xiaomeng, what kind of person is Zhou Shiyin in your impression?" Jiang Yunmu asked Zhao Xiaomeng who was lying on the bed next to her.

At this time, Zhao Xiaomeng was enjoying himself with his eyes closed and was about to fall asleep. He was woken up by Jiang Yunmu's words, and he replied, "A quiet handsome guy who loves to play the piano but doesn't like to talk."

Love to play the piano?

I don't know why, but when he heard Zhao Xiaomeng's answer, Jiang Yunmu froze for a moment.

Whether he saw the piano of the performance troupe in Paris, or Bai Yunchuan heard the piano music coming out of the music box that night, Zhou Shiyin's series of reactions were unexpected.

Jiang Yunmu couldn't help but start to wonder, does Zhou Shiyin really like playing the piano?

A memory fragment suddenly appeared in my mind.

One day, Jiang Yunmu went to the music building to find Zhou Shiyin, and saw him sitting quietly in front of the piano without saying a word.

The cross wind blows the white gauze curtain inside the piano room.

She saw with her own eyes at that time that Zhou Shiyin suddenly raised his clenched fist high and wanted to smash it down heavily.

"Zhou Shiyin..." She couldn't help calling him softly.

Zhou Shiyin's figure visibly froze for a moment, and his fisted hand was released instantly, and it fell onto the black and white keys, making a short musical sound.

He turned his head to look at her, a trace of panic flashed quickly in his eyes, as if he had been prying into the secret deep in his heart.

"Why are you here?" Zhou Shiyin's expression quickly returned to normal, the corners of his lips raised, his brows and eyes stretched, and there was a warm smile in his amber eyes.

Such a good-looking person just smiled at her like this, of course she was so happy that she couldn't find the north, and naturally put what happened just now behind her.

Thinking about it now, it seems that Zhou Shiyin has always carried a secret with him, and she seems to have never really understood him.

Jiang Yunmu buried his head in the pillow in annoyance, and did not raise his head until he was out of breath.

Jiang Yunmu didn't enjoy the massage process that was supposed to let his mind go and enjoy it beautifully, so he had to finish it hastily and go home.

As soon as she arrived downstairs, the little brother in charge of the community courier delivered her luggage from Paris, and kindly helped her bring it to the door.

After Jiang Yunmu thanked the courier brother, he looked at the bulging suitcase and helped his forehead helplessly, it seemed that he was busy again.

Resignedly, he opened the suitcase and put it in the living room to organize the pile of luggage. Suddenly, a card reader with an SD card inserted fell out of his pocket.

The expression in Jiang Yunmu's eyes changed, he quickly picked up the card reader, left behind the pile of unpacked luggage in the living room, walked directly into the study, and turned on the computer.

The memory of this SD card is almost full, and there is only one yellow folder in it. The name is very random, just a number 1, but there are many small files in this file, but the names of these files have changed to different dates. .

Jiang Yunmu clicked on the second row of folders, and thoughtfully continued to flip through the contents that he hadn't read when he was in Paris last time.

Suddenly, a familiar face appeared on the photo in the folder.

Jiang Yunmu's hand holding the mouse paused, his eyes full of disbelief.

(End of this chapter)