Falling tonight

In the end, Muzhou couldn't resist her, so he hugged her and put her in the bathtub.

Zhao Rou pushed him, her face blushing under the mist, "Get out."

She is not in the habit of bathing in front of others.

Mu Zhou frowned worriedly, "Call me if you have anything, don't be pushy."

Mu Zhou pushed the door open and went out, closing it behind him. He stood at the door waiting for her, listening quietly to what was going on inside, just in case she accidentally fell down again.

Because her legs were still injured, Zhao Rou did not dare to soak in the bathtub for too long, so she simply scrubbed them and got up.

Out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of the clothes on the shelf next to him, and then looked out the door to see a dark shadow sticking to the door.

After changing her clothes and opening the door, she saw Mu Zhou standing at the door. Watching her move step by step while holding on to the wall, the worry on her face was very obvious.

"Why didn't you call me when you were done washing?" He took a step forward, picked up Zhao Rou, and walked to the bed in the bedroom.

In front of the warm red floor lamp, Mu Zhou squatted beside the bed, pinched Zhao Rou's ankle, and gently wiped the ointment with a focused and serious expression.

Zhao Rou stared at half of his angular profile. The soft light shone on his tall nose. There was a small black mole in the middle of the nose bone, which was charming and charming.

"Let me show you something,"

After Muzhou applied the ointment, he took his cell phone and called up a video and handed it to her.

"What?" Zhao Rou lowered her eyes and looked at the screen of her phone.

"My people found out today who secretly took the photos last night."

Mu Zhou clicked on the video. Xiaojiu took a picture of Mu Zhou and two men in leather jackets in the factory.

Seeing the back, she raised her eyes and looked at Mu Zhou calmly and asked, "Are you trying to tell me that the photo was indeed taken secretly by someone else, and that it is true that you hugged each other at night?"

Mu Zhou choked at her words.

Why don't things go the way you want?

"Again, we're not hugging each other."

Mu Zhou took back his cell phone and threw it on the side of the bed. He stood up and sat down next to her, placing his arms on Zhao Rou's sides to surround her.He gritted his teeth bitterly, angry that this woman's focus was different, "They carefully selected the angle to secretly shoot this. At that time, Xin Yun couldn't stand still and almost fell. I happened to hold her up, that's all, they This scene happened to be shot, there was no so-called hugging together."

"Ha," Zhao Rou twitched the corner of her mouth, smiling softly.

What a coincidence.

I happened to capture this scene and supported her just in time.

After watching the video, Zhao Rou couldn't explain how she felt.

Even if they were deliberately photographed at an angle, the fact that they were in physical contact cannot be denied.

Moreover, Xiao Xinyun demonstrated to her in the afternoon, and Zhao Rou felt that the relationship between her and Mu Zhou was extremely embarrassing.

"What do you mean?" Mu Zhou chuckled mockingly when he saw her, as if he didn't believe it and was a little annoyed.

Zhao Rou turned away from him and said, "It's not interesting. I'm a little tired. Can I rest?"

She was indeed a little sleepy. After drinking, she was just getting drunk.

Mu Zhou locked eyes with her profile for a moment, his pressure low. After a long moment, he turned around and strode out of the room, slamming the door shut.

gone?

Zhao Rou stared at the closed door. After a while, she heard the sound of the door outside closing and let out a long sigh of relief.

It's better to go. At this time, we both have grudges in our hearts, so it's really not suitable to talk.

Zhao Rou's head was a little swollen and tired. She lay down on her side and dimmed the light source of the desk lamp, closed her eyes and started to sleep.

The warm yellow light in the room shines in the corner, and a figure huddles beside the bed, quiet and gentle.

On the bed, Zhao Rou's small face as big as a palm was hidden under her black hair. She didn't know if she was having some unpleasant dream, and her thin eyebrows were slightly frowned when she fell asleep.

What Mu Zhou saw when he entered was this scene. (End of chapter)