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The drunk Han Muchen fiercely patted his head, "Where's my phone?"

With that, he started to frantically search for his phone on the small sofa. With a frown, he felt like he just tore down the sofa. The yellow-hair and his lackeys stood behind Han Muchen without even daring to breathe.

"Where's my phone?" Han Muchen grabbed a pillow from a sofa and threw it against the wall, then pointed angrily at yellow-hair.

The lackey behind the yellow-hair lowered his head. The yellow-hair had no choice but to grit his teeth, "There were a few calls last night, if you don't like the trouble …" "Then …"

"Just like that!" As the yellow-hair stuttered, Han Muchen let out an impatient roar, causing the yellow-hair's body to visibly tremble.

"Then … Just … "I stuffed it into the wine cup!"

The yellow-hair finally mustered up the courage to speak. He quickly closed his eyes, afraid that Han Muchen would vent his anger on him.

Han Mu Chen followed the direction pointed by the yellow-hair and looked over. After a night of intoxication, the cups on the table were all messed up. The conspicuous wine cup quickly attracted Han Mu Chen's attention. Within the wine cup was a mobile phone, which was soaked in alcohol and had already met with its ancestors.

Han Mu Chen closed his eyes and tried to recall the scene when he was drunk. There was a phone call, but there was no sound from the other side.

Han Mu Chen rubbed his temples. If his memory was correct, it should be Ning Shan Shan's phone call.

He had waited all night for her call, but when she called, he hung up. Han Mu Chen angrily swept the wine cups on the table to the floor, and the room started to make crackling noises.

The yellow-hair closed his eyes even more tightly. However, this kind of deceptive mentality didn't allow him to escape Han Muchen's clutches.

"Buy me an identical one!"

The yellow-hair had his eyes closed. He didn't know who Han Muchen was instructing, but he felt that no one was around him, so he timidly opened his eyes and saw Han Muchen pointing at him, causing the yellow-hair to stagger backwards.

"It's you!"

After being drunk, Han Mu Chen's eyes were red with anger. Zhou Sheng was so drunk that he was about to die. The yellow-hair wanted to cry but had no tears. He shakily took out Han Mu Chen's old phone from his wine cup and went to the market without looking back.

Murong stood on the balcony and looked outside the window. Approximately one hundred meters behind Grandpa Wushuang's house was Han Muchen's house. From his current position, he could only see some blooming flowers that were planted by Grandpa Han in the front garden.

Wushuang busied herself through the night before finally getting up. She dragged her pajamas and slippers out of the room.

On the balcony, Murong wore a cashmere sweater. His khaki pants accentuated his slender legs and his firm chin.

A thought flashed through Wushuang's mind. She hooked her arms around Murong's neck and opened her mouth to bite Murong's chin.

"Haven't you had breakfast?"

"Just eating you is enough!" Unrivaled Super Hottie didn't let go as he wrapped his arms around Murong Wu-Shuang's waist. Just as Murong Wu-Shuang placed her hands on her waist, she stood on her tiptoes and bit onto the artery of Murong Wu-Shuang's neck.

"What?" Murong Wanru was so shocked that his hands stopped moving. If I find out that you lied to me again, it won't be so simple! "

After speaking, Wu-Shuang mischievously blinked her eyes as she used her finger belly to caress Murong Wanru's lips. Murong knew that she couldn't fool Wu-Shuang about what had happened last night.

Murong smiled as he turned Wu Shuang who was in his arms one by one. "Let's see who let who go!"

With that, Murong Wu-Shuang gave a kiss on her lips as she fell into a state of confusion. Her body was as soft as the morning sun. Satisfied, Murong Wu-Shuang carried her into her room and closed the door.

He did not want to be disturbed again when it came to the secret of the couple.

Han Muchen took out his phone and turned it on and off, then turned it on and off again. Even if he didn't have the courage to give Ning Shan a call, he was still angry at her indifference and politeness when he left her at the entrance of the courtyard yesterday.

However, he regretted his decision not long after he left the car. He had been waiting for Ning Shan to call him and beg him to come. He clearly knew that there was no car in the courtyard at night.

Who knew that she would miss Ning Shan's call just like that? Han Mu Chen frantically grabbed his hair. He wouldn't be able to call her.

"Hey, Mom! "I left my watch at home. Help me find it!"

His mother was learning flower arranging in the living room when she suddenly received a call from Han Muchen. The flowers in her hands were all bent; it was even harder for Han Muchen to make a call to his home than a comet hitting the Earth.

"Wait a moment, I'll go find it!"

Han Mu Chen carefully distinguished the tone her mother used, and disappointment welled up in his heart. As expected, she didn't go back to the Han family.

"Oh, forget it then. I'll take it myself next time when I get home!" Han Muchen quickly hung up, "Sigh!" In Han Muchen's bedroom, his mother held the children's watch that Han Muchen used to wear in primary school, with a face full of doubt.

"This kid, what does he need a child's watch for?"

His mother continued to flower in confusion, while Elder Han heard their conversation clearly in the courtyard. He thoughtfully stroked his beard.

Han Muchen was even more worried about the news that he just called the Han Family and asked about them. If Ning Shan didn't return to the Han Family, could she be? In just a few seconds, Han Mu Chen had already imagined a lot of tricks up his sleeve.

The night was too cold, so he was frozen to death by the roadside. Han Muchen thought about some unreliable things, but he still didn't think about the matter that he was most afraid of.

A woman appeared by the side of the road in the middle of the night … Han Mu Chen shook his head and refused to think about it.

The main person in Han Muchen's mind was lying on his bed at home, his face pale. Fortunately, with last night's timely treatment, she was fine, even if she needed a good rest, she had a fever due to the complications in the room next door.

He gently pushed the door open and sat by Ning Shan's bedside. He twisted a wet towel and placed it on Ning Shan's forehead. Then, he dipped the cotton stick in water and slowly wiped Ning Shan's lips.

Her lips, which had originally been tender and tender, had turned pale due to the fever. A layer of dead skin had even surfaced on them. Looking at them, one would only feel pain in one's heart.

Originally, when they were in Cambridge, there were few Chinese people who studied jewelry. Jewelry design depended on the financial support of one's family, so they thought that Ning Shan's family was superior. However, they didn't expect her to work five part-time jobs at the same time.

Since then, this seemingly weak but strong girl had entered his line of sight. However, what did her appearance in the military compound last night mean? And that friend of hers was definitely not someone to be trifled with.