Falling tonight

Chapter 21 Call me
Han Zihao looked at the door, wondering who would come at this time. Not many people knew the address of the villa where he lived.

He went upstairs and put on some clothes, opened the door and found Mu Zhou standing at the door.

"Cousin?" Han Zihao was surprised.

Mu Zhou had no expression on his face, put his hands in his pockets, and stepped directly into the door.

When he walked to the living room, his eyes flashed past Zhao Rou on the sofa, and when he saw her pretty face red to the point of bleeding, her face darkened.

Turning to Han Zihao, he said quietly: "Your mother asked you to go back to your old house. Why don't you answer the phone?"

Han Zihao scratched his head and said, "Oh, my phone is on mute, so I didn't see it."

Mu Zhou turned to Zhao Rou and nodded politely to her.

"Miss Zhao is here too."

He wore a well-tailored black suit that outlined his broad shoulders and slim waist. His hair that originally fell in front of his forehead was meticulously combed back, exuding a mature and steady aura.

Zhao Rou took one look and felt her heart surge even more.

She swallowed her saliva and responded calmly: "Han Zihao is sick, come and bring him some medicine."

Then he said to Han Zihao: "Since you have something to do, I'll leave first."

It was not a good place to stay for a long time, so she picked up her bag and strode towards the door.

Han Zihao stopped her at the door: "Don't leave yet, I haven't finished speaking yet."

Zhao Rou trembled and opened his fingers one by one: "I think we should calm down during this period. When did you realize the problem? Let's talk about it. There will be no next time for what happened today."

Their actions fell into the eyes of Mu Zhou behind him, and his dark eyes flashed gloomily.

In front of the third person, Han Zihao didn't dare to really do anything to Zhao Rou. After saying a few words in a good voice, Zhao Rou threw off the shackles and walked away as if running away.

Mu Zhou looked at Han Zihao: "Is it important? Can you go back to your old house with me?"

He was referring to Han Zihao's illness.

"It's okay...me."

Han Zihao was about to say it didn't matter when a slight noise suddenly came from upstairs.

He subconsciously looked up at the stairs, covered his lips and coughed.

"Ahem, I'm still a little uncomfortable. Cousin, why don't you go first."

"Okay, have a good rest." Mu Zhou didn't seem to notice anything, left an instruction and turned to leave.

After closing the door, Han Zihao walked up the stairs and entered the bedroom. Su Ran was sitting on the bed wearing a red suspender nightgown.

Han Zihao went over to hug her and sit on the bed, frowning and said: "You asked me to smell the flirting fragrance for her to test whether she can obey me after taking Chinese medicine. If she doesn't obey me, I have a reason to say that I was sick and did something stupid. Following my words proves her loyalty to me."

"But, it seems like something went wrong. I misunderstood her just now and she got angry. What should I do now?"

"I said I couldn't do this, and you gave me such a bad idea." Han Zihao complained.

"But there didn't seem to be anything unusual when Arou left. She probably didn't know there was something wrong with the incense, right?" He said to himself.

Su Ran was secretly happy, wasn't this the result she wanted?

Su Ran originally planned to use some special means to make Han Zihao feel disgusted with Zhao Rou. According to Zhao Rou's character, not only would she not let Han Zihao succeed, but she would break up with him at all costs.

At that time, she would strike while the iron was hot and give Han Zihao a piece of advice to make him give up on Zhao Rou completely.

At this moment, she flew up happily, but she analyzed it for him clearly: "How do you know Zhao Rou is not lying to you? Tell me what the traces look like."

If she wants to get Han Zihao, she must make Han Zihao have a grudge against Zhao Rou.

Now that there is an opportunity to attack Zhao Rou, Su Ran will never let go of any opportunity.

Han Zihao stated truthfully. Su Ran pretended to be surprised after hearing this: "Zihao, who is holding her on her waist? Did she lie to you?"

"No way, Ah Rou didn't lie to me." Han Zihao thought of Zhao Rou's angry eyes and became entangled.

I have never seen her so angry or say such harsh words to him.

If he hadn't really misunderstood her, what else could it be?
Su Ran was jealous when she saw how he was nostalgic for Zhao Rou.

Moreover, from a woman's intuition, the marks on Zhao Rou's body must not be that simple.So, she added fuel to the fire.

"That's not necessarily true. That Mr. Bai seems to be a gentleman. Why would he touch Sister Zhao Rou casually? At most, he would lend an arm and a shoulder."

"I think this explanation is so weird. Let's think about it. How can we confirm what she said?"

"How to prove it? She was so angry that she ignored me." Han Zihao was depressed.

Su Ran's eyes moved, she raised her ten fingers, intertwined the knuckles he put on her shoulders, and breathed like a blue: "I think you can try it on me first..."

Zhao Rou walked to the side of the road with slightly chaotic steps and raised her hand to hail a taxi. A silver-gray Bentley drove up next to her.

The window rolled down, revealing a familiar figure in the back seat.

"boarding."

Zhao Rou bit her lip and tried to wake herself up.

She was very aware of the changes in her body, took a deep breath, and got into the car.

As the car drove forward, Gao Songqing glanced at the rearview mirror and asked: "Mr. Mu, the meeting is halfway through. Several senior executives are waiting for you to return to the company. You see..."

"Change to an online meeting. Prepare the materials and continue the meeting at Yuewan Mansion."

"Ok."

Gao Songqing quickly glanced at the woman behind him. She had her eyes closed, her face was flushed, and she was sitting in the back seat with a frown, not even looking at her boss.

Miss Zhao looking like this was rare, so he couldn't help but look at her a few more times.

Suddenly feeling a strong gaze coming from behind his head, Gao Songqing met Mu Zhou's slightly narrowed eyes in the back seat.

His heart skipped a beat, feeling nervous about spying on a beautiful woman but being caught by his current wife.

Immediately and without hesitation, I pressed the button, and the baffle behind me slowly rose, completely cutting off the scenery in the back seat.

Gao Songqing took a deep breath.

He was depressed and just glanced at Miss Zhao a few times. Why was the CEO staring at him like this?
It was very hot. Zhao Rou rubbed her back against the leather seat, and a slightly cool touch came from behind, causing her to put her arms against the back seat in an attempt to cool herself down.

"He drugged you? How are you?"

Turning off vision makes hearing more sensitive.

With Mu Zhou's magnetic voice in his ears, his skin that had just cooled down warmed up again.

"Be patient, we're almost there." Mu Zhou's eyes became gloomy and sharp, and he probably guessed what happened from her reaction.

It seems that we have to find Han Zihao.

"I'm not you, I can bear it." Zhao Rou raised her eyelids and looked sideways at him.

Every time we met, I was amazed by Mu Zhou's appearance, but when I saw him again, he seemed to be more attractive than before.

The taut jaw line is perfect, the lips that are neither thin nor thick are perfect for kissing, and the small mole on the high bridge of the nose reminds Zhao Rou of something, and ripples surge in her heart.

"Are you still being stubborn now? Haha."

She didn't know how attractive she looked at the moment, her eyes were filled with mist, and her bright lips showed a few strands of blood. Her chest kept rising and falling because of the heat, which made people want to ravage her.

He approached her and his voice was magnetic and seductive: "Don't beg me later."

Mu Zhou let it go, but he didn't do anything excessive next.

Ten minutes later, Bentley drove into Yuewan Mansion.

Mu Zhou held her in his arms and kicked open the bathroom door, put her in the bathtub and filled it with cold water.

He squatted down next to the bathtub and smiled lowly: "I still have something to do, if you really can't help it,"

Hot air blew into my ears, "Call me."

Zhao Rou's body trembled, not daring to respond to his teasing. She closed her eyes, held her breath, and sank into the cold water.

(End of this chapter)