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An Feng lowered her voice. Behind her, the sound of a photographer repeatedly pressing the shutter button could be heard. There was such a flirtatious woman on the ground, and she was one of those famous people in City T. How could those tabloid reporters let go of such material?

This time, it was definitely not a fake.

This was definitely a true and explosive scene.

An Feng thought that Shui Junyin would definitely not let Ying go, but unexpectedly, he did not even turn around. "Send her to the hospital." Then, he took a big step and left, leaving Leng Xueying lying on the floor in disgrace as she continued to yell coquettishly.

The flashing lights became faster and faster. An Feng could not stand it any longer. He quickly stepped forward, took off his jacket, and covered his exposed snow-white skin. He then growled, "All of you, get out of my way."

Shui Junyu ignored the chaos behind him and moved towards the parking lot. Everyone in the parking lot looked as if they had nothing in their eyes. He didn't want to bother with anyone right now.

The car flew by on the asphalt. He was driving without knowing it, not looking at the direction at all, but driving. As the cars got smaller and smaller, he suddenly realized that he had driven into the mansion again.

Blood.

It was all blood.

It was a masterpiece of Yuan Run Qing, he knew.

Is she dead?

He was madly thinking about that woman, the woman who gave him a daughter. He went to look for her, but he didn't find anything on that mountain.

Only endless coldness and silence remained in his memory.

He was afraid that Yuan Ri would be jealous, so at that time, he never showed his concern for Mo Xiaozhu in front of others. He didn't even dare to be too intimate with Mo Xiaozhu, and didn't even promise her anything.

In the end, something happened.

From that night on, he slept almost every night in the same bed she had slept on in the villa.

The bed that was once filled with blood had long since been cleaned, and whenever he thought of the blood on it, his heart would ache. No matter what he did, he would never be able to forget what he saw when he walked into this room.

Red in the eye.

How much blood had she lost?

The car drove into the main entrance.

The car crashed into a tree before finally coming to a stop.

Shui Junyu's silhouette flickered as he dashed into the villa.

He drank a lot of wine during the feast. He didn't know why, but he didn't like to watch the scene of Mo Xiaoxiao and Mu Shaoli together.

Those eyes looked too much like his own.

He liked those eyes.

He was sitting on the carpet in front of the bar, surrounded by bottles. He wanted to drink.

He couldn't stand the blood in his memory. He really couldn't stand it.

Peng! The door was pushed open.

Yuan Ri arrived.

He looked up at the angry woman in front of him. This time she didn't seem to have taken drugs.

The last time was a shot, but what was it this time?

He smiled faintly, looking at the woman walking straight towards him. He suddenly pulled his shirt, revealing his large chest with a "Si La" sound. "Qing, shoot …"

Had he been shot and the dawn would come?

He wanted to see Xiao Xiao's eyes, so much that he wanted to …

The woman walked in front of him, bent her body, and hugged his head. "Yu-I'm sorry, stop drinking, come home with me, okay?"

The sudden warmth was right in front of her. She still had the perfume he liked, and she still loved him.

However, he no longer loved her.

The reason why the two of them still maintained their relationship as husband and wife was only because of their past, as well as his promise.

However, there was only a name and no reality.

"Yu, let's go home. We'll live a good life. I was wrong, I was wrong. Please forgive me, okay?"

Unfortunately, it was too late. He would never be able to forget the blood-red color in the room. Thinking of that red color, his body trembled slightly before he flung it away, causing Yuan Run Qing to stumble and be flung away. "Leave, I will never see you again."

He was drunk. He didn't care about anything anymore.

Don't want to see her, just don't want to see her.

"Yu, I just love you."

"No, you don't love me. You only love yourself. Leave. If you stay in this room for one more minute, I'll throw you out immediately."

"Heh heh, are you sure you want to do this? Yu, you wouldn't be so heartless, right? "

"You can try." His cold voice no longer carried any warmth. The girl from before did not like to see Yuan Wenqing in this room the most.

He knew that it was all made of Yuan Run Qing.

At that time, there were her people and his people in the villa.

However, he only ordered his men to monitor every move and report it to him, and didn't instruct them to make a move.

That was why it was such a tragedy.

It was his fault, everything was his fault.

It was he who had failed to protect the woman who was as gentle as water and always carried sorrow with her.

"Bang!" He suddenly picked up a bottle of wine and viciously threw it on the ground. "You go, you don't have to come to this place again. You go …"

Yuan Run's voice trembled. "You chased me away, didn't you? "Fine, I'll go, I'll go, I'll really go, Shui Junyu, I'll make you regret it for the rest of your life." She suddenly chuckled, her voice filled with a strange meaning.

Shui Junyu turned a deaf ear. He only wanted to drink. Wine was the best thing in the world right now.

And those eyes, but that woman, Mo Xiaoxiao.

Ha ha, so there came a day when he was rejected.

It was funny, but it was also real.

After Yuan Run Qing left, the room became much quieter.

He picked up a bottle of wine and poured it into his mouth. The whole bottle was poured down his throat just like that.

It was a very strong wine, but he liked the spiciness.

His vision gradually blurred, and the pair of eyes appeared in his mind once again.

He likes those eyes...

Those were Mo Xiaoxiao's eyes, and also Mo Xiaozhu's eyes. In a trance, their eyes overlapped each other …

When he thought of those eyes, his legs and feet seemed to gain strength all of a sudden. He actually stood up and then staggered out of the room with the car keys in his hand.

The Lamborghini drove along the road and stopped in front of Mo Xiaozhu's building. Shuijun got off the car and carried a bottle of wine upstairs in a trance.

He pressed the doorbell with his finger.

"Ding Ling …" "Ring, ring …" Mo Xiaozhu jumped off the bed out of reflex. She was afraid that the doorbell would wake her up. When she saw the man outside the door through the mirror, she hesitated. How could it be Shui Junyu?

"Ding Ling …" "Ring, ring …" The man seemed to be rather impatient. He picked up a bottle of wine with one hand and drank from it while pressing the doorbell with the other.

Mo Xiaozhu was worried. She turned around and glanced at the direction of Qiang's room. The child was still awake, so she hastily pulled open the door and stood right in front of it. She didn't intend to let Shui Junyin in, "It's already so late. What are you doing here?" This was not the time to talk about work, right? It was the middle of the night, and the heavy smell of the alcohol on his body made her wrinkle her nose. She really didn't know how much he drank.

"Hehe, Xiaoxiao, let me in." He placed his hand on her shoulder and shook it. "Be good and let me in."

"If you have anything to say, please say it tomorrow." Mo Xiaozhu shouted, but she was afraid that she would wake her son, so she lowered her voice.

"No, I have to say it now." Shui Junyu bent over and picked her up, then staggered into her room and kicked the door shut.

The automatic door closed behind him. He actually carried Mo Xiaozhu into the living room.

"Mr. Shui, let me down, what are you trying to do?"

"Shh, don't be noisy." He smiled into her eyes. When he sat on the sofa, she had already been laid flat on his lap, and her head was resting on his arm.

Her dark eyes were still looking into hers. "Xiaoxiao, is it?"

She blinked in panic. "Yes, what are you doing here?"

"Don't be noisy." He was still looking into her eyes, motionless.

Mo Xiaozhu was going crazy, "Let go of me, I'm going to sleep."

The man put down the bottle and placed it on her hair. His fingers gently combed through it. "Do you really not want to be my woman?"

"Yes." She did not hesitate to give him her answer.

"But I want you …" Perhaps it was because of the wine, but his voice was a little hoarse. His burning gaze was still on her face. Her eyes never moved away.

"Wu, don't …" She pushed at his chest, the smell of his wine. He must have had too much to drink.

But it was useless. She couldn't push him away.

The man's lips suddenly bent down, and he still looked into her eyes. His eyes were as black as a deep pool, making her unable to see the bottom.

The four lips touched. The smell of boiling wine made Mo Xiaozhu's head spin. She wanted to say 'No', but the word had already been drowned out by Shui Junyu's kiss.

It was a very familiar feeling.

But that was five years ago.

That time, he had kissed her, rolled off the bed onto the carpet, and asked her over and over, his sweat wetting her skin until she was too tired to move, before he got up and left, but in his memory, he had never asked her for anything like this.

Really not.

The tip of his tongue rapidly entwined with the tip of his tongue. She wanted to escape, but she could not.

In his mouth, those two tongues were like mandarin ducks in the water, one fleeing while the other was in hot pursuit.

"Ah …" "Mhmm …" A feeling of numbness quickly spread throughout his body. It was both familiar and unfamiliar.

It had been a long time since he had felt this way.

She had thought that she was being cold, but now it made her panic. It was because the one who was kissing her was Shui Junyin.

No.

I really can't.

She bit down with all her might on the last remnant of reason, as if she had bitten his lips, his tongue.

But it was useless.

He continued to kiss her as if there was no pain.