Husband of wealthy flash marriage is fierce

Chapter 60 Unpredictable
Mu Xiluo looked at him, his eyes slowly opened, most of the alcohol in his mind had gone, and he suddenly pushed him away, Lu Qinchuan was caught off guard and staggered backwards almost fell, looking at her in disbelief, but she Supporting Mama Wu who rushed over, she strode towards the room.

Back at the apartment, she asked Mama Wu for the spare key of her room, threw it in the toilet, went back to the room and locked the door, and went straight to the bathroom to take a shower.

Lu Qinchuan was stunned for a moment, and then went in angrily.

An Jie rubbed his sweat in the back, seeing that the young lady was very angry, but the young master was easy to mess with, and this was a mess. After watching Lu Qinchuan enter the door, he hurried back to his room, afraid of being splashed. covered in blood.

Lu Qinchuan walked towards the room.

"Master, Young Mistress has locked the door." Mama Wu reminded in a low voice.

Lu Qinchuan took a deep breath, his face was as dark as a cloud in the sky, and a hailstorm was brewing, he took a deep breath, and said two words: "Key!"

Wu Ma took two steps back and replied, "This...was thrown away by the young mistress..."

"Don't you still have it?" Lu Qinchuan was about to burst into flames.

"They were all taken away by the young lady and thrown into the toilet..."

"Mu Xiluo!" Lu Qinchuan squeezed out these words from between his teeth, with complex emotions that could not be explained.

Wu Ma almost pushed to the corner of the wall, not daring to breathe.It was the first time for her to see her soft-tempered young mistress lose her temper after they had been married for so long. Of course, she had never seen anyone who dared to challenge Lu Qinchuan before.

At this moment, she and An Jie had the same idea, and things got serious.

Lu Qinchuan stood there for 30 seconds, and finally made a sullen decision: "Ask An Jie to move his bed in for me!"

After taking a bath, Mu Xiluo was mostly drunk, and her physical activities were much more flexible than before. After changing her clothes, she got under the covers and went to sleep!
Turning over and over to check the time, 09:30.

Look again after a while, 10:30.

Open your eyes in a while, eleven o'clock!
She wanted to scold herself twice for being so dishonest.

No, I must sleep!

She covered herself in the quilt and kept still. Simmons finally calmed down. After a while, the quilt was lifted vigorously, revealing Mu Xiluo's face, breathing heavily.

Only then did she realize that lying on the bed after drinking, she could lie down until she sobered up.She cleared her throat and swallowed, because she was extremely thirsty due to drinking, she had already drank a large glass of water at the bedside, and now she had to go to get it again, but when she got it, she remembered that what she just drank was the last one. a mouthful.

There is no water dispenser in the room, so she has to go out to pour it.

After she got up, she hesitated for a moment, not knowing whether she should go out or not.

In just a moment, she continued to move forward. She didn't think that Lu Qinchuan would stay at the door all the time. Even if he was sleeping in the living room, he should be asleep by now. She could still pour water secretly without being noticed.

She thought about it and snorted again, so what if she found out.

Thinking of her, she opened the door, but was stunned by the things in front of her eyes. Through the moonlight, she could vaguely see a big bed lying across her door. Lu Qinchuan was sleeping on the bed, blocking her way to death. Yes, there is no gap at all, the bottom of the bed is solid and there is no way to pass through, obviously I don't want her to go out.

She gritted her teeth, and wanted to go back, but she couldn't bear the thirst, so she went to look at Lu Qinchuan carefully, his face was peaceful, his breathing was steady, and he was already asleep.

What a big heart!
Humming in her heart, her feet were unambiguous, she took off her shoes and got on the bed, ready to pass over him.

After she stood up, she didn't rush away, but stabilized her figure and looked at Lu Qinchuan. If there was any movement from him, she would run back to the room and say nothing to see him.

But Lu Qinchuan seemed to be sleeping well, and there was no movement.

Mu Xiluo felt relieved, moved her steps slowly, and soon came to his side, one foot stepped past him and stepped on the quilt, she took a deep breath and became more cautious.

Suddenly, a strong force hit her arm, and she fell onto the bed before she even had time to scream, and was pushed down by someone on the bed.

"Lu Qinchuan, what are you doing?!" She calmed down as fast as she could, and her face darkened.

"If I don't block you here, don't you want to see me forever?!" Lu Qinchuan's voice was also not kind.

Mu Xiluo's eyes flashed, he stared at him and said, "Same bed, different dreams, it's best not to see each other."

"What a dream in the same bed, so you have always thought so." Lu Qinchuan laughed angrily.

Mu Xiluo snorted: "Don't tell me you want to get me, but you can't let Qiao Weier go."

"Yes, what you said is correct." Lu Qinchuan sat up, his chest rose and fell violently, but he said with a smile: "But I don't care about you now!"

"What a coincidence, me too." Mu Xiluo got up and got out of bed, but he didn't want to drink water anymore, he just wanted to go back to sleep.

"But remember, even if I don't want it, I won't give it to others, so you will never get rid of me in your life." He looked in the direction she was with a dark expression on his face.

"Bastard!" Mu Xiluo cursed, and closed the door with a 'bang'.

Lu Qinchuan let out a low growl outside the door, and then something slammed on the door, and her plastic cup disappeared.

She didn't say anything, she covered her heart, her face was calm, but the tears she had been holding back for a day burst at this moment, and two lines of tears rolled down.

It turned out that even though he had made all the preparations, even if he was given so much alcohol for anesthesia, even if he reminded himself countless times that he didn't care, he was still defeated by those plain words.

She hated such a situation where she had nowhere to focus, and she hated her own unworthy heart, but all she could do was bear the pain these things brought her alone.

She is far stronger than she imagined.

Lu Qinchuan moved out of the apartment that night, and Mu Xiluo didn't know where he went.

When the sun rose again the next day, she got up from the bed, rubbed her dry eyes, and went out to have breakfast. She looked normal except for her pale face and bloodshot eyes.

"Mother Wu, I..." As soon as she spoke, she immediately felt a burning pain in her throat. She couldn't continue talking, so she had to go to the kitchen to pour water first.

"Young Mistress, you're awake, how are you feeling?" Mama Wu greeted her as usual, but she was more cautious than usual.

"It's okay." Mu Xiluo tried to speak, and sure enough, after drinking water, the pain was relieved a lot, and the pain was not so bad, only the voice was hoarse.

"Young Mistress, don't go to work if you're like this, just rest at home." Wu Ma said from the side.

Mu Xiluo shook her head, all she can do now is work.

"Young mistress, don't think too much, the young master has you in his heart, and you will reconcile." Seeing her like this, Wu Ma couldn't help persuading her.

"I know it in my heart." Mu Xiluo responded lightly, but didn't listen.

She ate breakfast, put on makeup and eye drops to cover her haggard face, and then went to work. When she got to work, she went directly to the office and didn't show her face again.

"Mr. Mu, here is the document you want to sign today, please take a look." The assistant came in with a stack of documents and put them on her desk.

Mu Xiluo nodded: "You will go down in a while and let the progress of the projects in the hands of various departments be reported. I want to see them one by one."

The assistant was stunned. These are supervised by the directors of various departments, and the president does not need to manage them at all, but she was surprised and she quickly replied: "Yes."

"Go."

"Okay, Mr. Mu, today's newspaper is on the coffee table for you." She turned around and was about to put down another stack of newspapers in her arms.

Mu Xi raised his head eagerly: "Take it away."

"Ah?" The assistant was taken aback for a moment, not knowing what his boss was talking about.

"I told you to take those newspapers away, and don't give them to me in the future!" Mu Xiluo said angrily.

"Yes... yes..." The little girl had never seen Mu Xiluo get angry, and she was quite frightened.

"Go out." Mu Xiluo frowned.

The little assistant walked out of the office as soon as he was amnesty, patted his chest with lingering fear, turned his mind 180 times at the fastest speed, and couldn't figure out what was going on when he was dizzy.

Mu Xiluo in the office forced himself to empty his head and devote himself to his work, so he opened the documents, read and signed one after another.

Suddenly, the office landline rang.

"Mr. Mu, Mr. Yan is looking for your call, do you want to answer it?" The assistant's voice sounded timidly.

Mu Xiluo thought for a while and said, "Go ahead."

I don't know if it's a business or a private matter, but she has no reason to refuse.

Soon, Yan Xia's voice came from the other end of the phone: "I said, Xiao Rao Rao, why has your mobile phone been disconnected since yesterday, and you are in a mood?"

"Oh, I fell." Mu Xiluo said honestly, "What does Sister Xia want from me?"

Yan Xia over there was stunned for a moment, never thought that Mu Xiluo's style was so tough, and said in surprise: "I got angry with your man, didn't the newspapers clarify everything today, why are you still so aggressive."

"What clarification?" Mu Xiluo raised his voice.

"You didn't read the newspaper? Qiao Weier clarified in the newspaper that she and Lu Qinchuan are friends, and they are just in normal contact with each other." Yan Xia repeated it again and again: "I said, what are you thinking about?"

"I was busy in the morning, so I didn't have time to read it." Mu Xiluo paused for a moment, his voice was flat.

"I said you guys had a conflict because of this, your voice is hoarse." Yan Xia said with concern.

"It's okay, I drank too much."

"Because this is not the case, don't leave people with a way to survive. Good men like Lu Qinchuan are rare now, so don't hurt people's hearts." Yan Xia tried to persuade him there.

"Okay, sister Xia, I have a sense of proportion, I'll hang up if you have nothing else to do." Mu Xiluo interrupted her.

"You girl has a bad temper, that's fine, you should think about it for yourself."

After hanging up the phone, Mu Xiluo was silent for a while, and finally dialed the internal number: "I brought the newspaper in, yes, of course it is today's."

Soon the suspicious little assistant came in with the newspaper in his arms, and his thoughts became more and more determined. Mu Xiluo was definitely not normal today and should not be messed with.

"Mr. Mu, shall I put it on the coffee table for you?" she asked.

"Bring it here." Mu Xiluo waved.

Qiao Weier, as an internationally famous beautiful pianist and a well-known family, has long been regarded as the "Pride of Heaven" by the outside world. The news about her private life is widely concerned by the outside world, so the news about her must be the headlines.

Mu Xiluo saw Qiao Weier's announcement on the newspaper page at a glance. The words on it were a little strong, and she made it clear about her relationship with Lu Qinchuan. The media made false reports about this and violated their private lives. She may pursue her legal responsibility.

She looked at it and wondered, a woman who can get a man drunk and drag her to her bed, no matter how you look at it, she should follow the scandal and stir up the relationship between the two. It is not a violent blow to beat those newspapers and reporters so that they dare not have this idea anymore.

Qiao Weier is an artist, but she is not only an artist, but also the second generation of officials. Which newspaper dares to touch her bad luck after she makes such a statement. It is absolutely not an exaggeration to say that it completely killed the topicality of the two of them. of.

(End of this chapter)