Falling tonight

Chapter 1 Betrayal
As soon as she landed, Zhao Rou received the video Su Ran sent her half an hour ago.

When I clicked it and took a look, I suddenly felt stiff and my hand holding the phone tightened unconsciously.
In the video, a man and a woman are hugging each other closely, accompanied by the man's heavy breathing and the woman's low hum.

"Zihao, if we are like this... I'm worried that Sister Zhao Rou will find out..."

"Baby, she's busy every day, so she won't know." Han Zihao buried himself in Su Ran's chest and said without raising his head.

"Then, do you like me more, or Sister Zhao Rou more?" Her delicate voice was so sweet that it made her sick.

"Little goblin, how can she seduce people like you?" Han Zihao replied in a rough voice, moving his hands constantly.

Seeing this, Su Ran catered to him with a coquettish smile, and at the same time, with a provocative face, she took a selfie of the scene with her mobile phone, neither of them showing their faces.

But Zhao Rou knew it was them as soon as she heard the voice.

At this time, a message that Han Zihao sent half an hour ago popped up on the phone.

"Arou, my cousin is delayed by something. You go to room 1205 of the airport hotel and wait for him. When you are done, he will send you home. I love you."

The last two words were extremely ironic, piercing Zhao Rou's heart like a sharp knife.

Han Zihao, who is far away in country M, seems to have thoughtfully arranged everything for her to return to China, but in fact he is having sex with her good friends behind her back.

If it hadn't been for the video Su Ran posted, she might have been moved by his thoughtfulness as before.

Wiping away the tears on her face, turning off her phone, she took a taxi and went directly to the bar to get drunk.

In the middle of the night, after drinking no matter how much she drank, Zhao Rou still felt unbearably sore in her chest, and she wanted to go crazy.

Perhaps because of the drunkenness and jet lag due to the change of flight, she only remembered the hotel room number that Han Zihao sent, and staggered towards it.

Dawn broke.

The sound of pattering water came from the bathroom. Zhao Rou felt a splitting headache. She half-opened her eyes in confusion and found herself lying on a large bed in the hotel.

Turning over lazily, she felt the unimpeded friction between her skin and the quilt, with a slightly cool touch. Then she felt a soreness in her lower body, as if her skeleton had been torn apart alive. The pain was unbearable, and she suddenly Opening his eyes, he suddenly remembered something and sat up from the bed.

After getting drunk last night, she vaguely remembered that Han Zihao asked her to come to the hotel room and wait for his cousin to take her home.

After being drunk, she followed her remaining consciousness to the door of the hotel room, and knocked on the door for a long time before she saw a man with red eyes opening the door. He was handsome, but his face was not good, and he was slightly surprised when he saw her.

This must be Han Zihao's cousin, Zhao Rou thought in a daze.

Perhaps she was drunk, and she felt that the man in front of her was very attractive, and a bold idea suddenly came to her heart.

Since Han Zihao dared to betray her, then why couldn't she...

When he was stunned, the bathroom door was opened, and the man walked out of the water, wearing only a bathrobe. As he moved around, his honey-colored chest revealed looming abdominal muscles, until he stopped in front of Zhao Rou.

"Are you awake?" The man looked down at her, his voice low and magnetic.

Only then did she react, looking up at him, feeling uncomfortable as her eyes flashed across his broad shoulders and waist, and asked tentatively: "Are you... Han Zihao's cousin?"

Mu Zhou looked down in front of him. The woman on the bed was barely able to block the spring light with the quilt. There were pale pink hickeys on her collarbone, which were both dazzling and delicate.Further up, that face was unparalleled in elegance, but now it looked like a depressed expression when facing him.

He chuckled, his laughter low and deep: "Why, you got into my bed and you don't know who I am?"

Zhao Rou looked at his facial features carefully, with cold eyebrows and a mole on the bridge of his solemn and straight nose. When he lowered his eyes to look at her, his long and straight eyelashes fell.

Somewhat similar to Han Zihao.

It's just that Han Zihao has a sunny appearance, but his hexagram is a mature one.

She forced out a smile, which was unnatural: "You are Han Zihao's cousin, so I didn't find the wrong person."

Compared to Han Zihao secretly devouring her good friend, it seemed more exciting for her to secretly eat his cousin.

But now that she had eaten it secretly, she didn't feel much pleasure in revenge.

"Oh?" The man raised his eyebrows and sat down in front of her. The edge of the bed was sunken.

"You came here to sleep with me specifically?" he said, and a bright red color fell on the sheets.

Looking along his line of sight, even though she was thick-skinned, she couldn't help but feel the tips of her ears turn red, and the crazy scene from last night popped up in her mind.Although her consciousness was numbed by the drunkenness last night, her senses were put aside. The rising and falling gaps were as fascinating as poison, making her rush to the top again and again.Seeing her silence, Mu Zhou raised his eyebrows: "You are quite brave. Does Han Zihao know?"

Speaking of this person, Zhao Rou cleared her throat and looked at him steadily: "He betrayed me, I just reciprocated."

A trace of surprise flashed in Mu Zhou's eyes, and then he chuckled: "So, you treat me as a tool?"

Zhao Rou raised her chin, noncommittal.

In this kind of thing, even if he acts as a tool, she is the only one who suffers.What's more, yesterday was her first time, and she was tortured all night...

What’s tiring is whether she’s good or not.

He reached out and pinched her chin, jokingly saying: "Have you ever thought about what you would do if you slept with his cousin?"

"Ah?" Zhao Rou was confused for a second.

She just wanted to experience the pleasure of tit for tat, and didn't think about the future.

Besides, is there a future for a one-night stand?

He suddenly leaned forward, pushed her down on the bed, and clasped her slender waist with his warm palms. His eyes were filled with lust: "Are you going to throw her away after you sleep? You scumbag."

Zhao Rou was shocked, her fox eyes reflected his face: "You want me to take responsibility? I didn't even let you take responsibility."

"We are all adults, so we should be responsible." The man chuckled, his hot breath spraying in her ears.
Feeling the softness underneath him, he bit her earlobe and asked in a hoarse voice, "What's your name?"

"Zhao Rou." As soon as he spoke, he found that his tone became softer.

"Well, it's very soft." He kissed her neck obsessively, about to lose control.

Seeing that the gun was about to go off, Zhao Rou pushed hurriedly. She was still hurting and didn't want anything to happen to him again.

At this moment, a cell phone rang.

Muzhou stopped, took a deep breath for a moment, got off her body, and picked up the cell phone on the table to answer the call.

"Find out who did it? Let me know when I get back."

After hanging up the phone, he took off his bathrobe.

Zhao Rou leaned on the bed quietly, watching the man pick up the clothes on the ground one by one and dress them neatly.

It has to be said that in his clothes, he looks cold and dignified, exuding an aura that cannot be ignored.

Zhao Rou immediately understood, no wonder she would throw him down even when she was drunk, she was so good-looking.

Mu Zhou held a business card between his fingertips and handed it to the bedside table. He leaned over and looked at her level, with a teasing look in his eyes: "If you want it, come to me."

"I have something else to do, I'll go first."

After that, he left the room without looking back.

Zhao Rou got into a taxi, and as soon as her phone was turned on, messages kept popping up.

He scrolled down with his fingers and looked at them one by one. They were sent by Han Zihao.

"Arou, has cousin received you?"

"Arou, where are you?"

"Arou, why don't you reply to me?"

With a sneer, she turned off her phone, and Zhao Rou took out the business card. The business card was simple, with only the words "Muzhou" in gold-gilt fonts.

Having been abroad all year round, she didn't know much about Han Zihao's family. The two had been dating for three years, but they had never met each other's parents.

Before this, she had never heard of such a number one person in Asia.

I wonder what kind of person Mu Zhou is?

(End of this chapter)