Su Ziyue didn't speak, squatted down and picked up the towel, took it in her hand and turned to walk to the bathroom.

She just doesn't want to see him right now.

She was afraid that she would lose control and not be able to have a good relationship with him.

Qin Muchen followed behind her, walking three steps at a time, then pulled the towel in her hand and threw it aside, took the hair dryer and began to dry her hair.

Su Ziyue was stunned by his series of reactions, and said with some resistance: "I don't..."

Qin Mu put his broad palm on the top of her hair, and said in a deep voice, "Don't move."

She wanted to move, but his hand pulled her hair, and she couldn't move.

Although Qin Muchen's complexion and tone were not very good, his actions were extremely careful and did not hurt her.

Su Ziyue raised her eyes, and in the mirror she saw Qin Muchen who was concentrating on drying her hair.

There was no expression on his handsome face, but his movements were skillful and gentle.

Su Ziyue lowered her head, and her heart softened a little.

The retreat in my heart rose again.

"All right."

After finishing speaking, Qin Muchen had already put the hair dryer aside, and combed her hair with a wooden comb.

Seeing this, Su Ziyue snatched the comb from his hand: "I'll do it myself."

Qin Muchen didn't go out, just leaned on the door frame and looked at her.

Su Ziyue lived in a three-star hotel with average facilities, far worse than those at home and Yuhuang Palace.

Qin Mushen stood there, abruptly making Su Ziyue feel radiant.

Qin Muchen's eyes fell on her long hair, and he folded his arms, his voice sounded a little lazy: "Is there anything you want to tell me? Say it now."

"Snapped!"

Su Ziyue put the comb back, turned to look at him: "I'm going to rest, I have something to do tomorrow."

Of course, Qin Muchen would not believe her words. When she passed by him, he reached out and grabbed her wrist: "Then make a long story short, and go to rest after finishing speaking."

"We'll talk about it tomorrow." Su Ziyue turned to look at him with impatience written all over her face.

Qin Muchen's patience was exhausted, and with a strong hand, he pulled Su Ziyue into his arms: "Do you think there is nothing I can do about you?"

"I don't think so." Su Ziyue pulled out her hand vigorously, but didn't pull it back.

She was very angry and yelled at him: "Don't tell me how unreasonable I am, you have more ways to deal with me, and I am the one who has been unable to do anything about you!"

When she thought that she was about to die, she didn't dare to ask him what was the relationship between Qin Li and him, why did he investigate her father's affairs, and whether it was what she thought, and she felt inexplicably angry.

Qin Muchen's complexion became ugly.

With a cold face, he fixedly stared at Su Ziyue.

Just when Su Ziyue thought that he would just throw her off and go out, he suddenly put his arms around her shoulders, pressed her into his arms, reached out and patted her on the back, and said in a low voice, "Don't be angry, don't ask any more."

Su Ziyue was taken aback for a moment, and even Qin Mushen lowered her head and kissed her, but she forgot to avoid it.

After Qin Mushen finished kissing, he stretched out his hand to pinch her face affectionately, and said, "Go to sleep."

Su Ziyue panted slightly, pushed him away and went to the bed.

Qin Muchen touched his lips and smiled lightly.

The little girl seemed to be so fierce, even he was a little taken aback.

As soon as he bowed his head and gave in, she was completely helpless, as she said, there was nothing she could do about him.

She is actually soft-hearted.

...

Su Ziyue lay on the bed with her eyes closed.

She had been on the train for a whole day, but she was actually very tired, probably because she was a bit sleepy, but when she lay down on the bed, she didn't feel sleepy at all.

Not long after, Qin Muchen came over.

He was still steaming, and he stuck to Su Ziyue's body as soon as he came up.

Su Ziyue's body froze, and before she could make a move, Qin Muchen entangled her, rolled over and pressed her under him, and started to attack with ease...

Su Ziyue, who was not sleepy at first, was so tired that she fell asleep drowsily after being tossed about by Qin Mu.

Even when Qin Muchen carried her to take a bath, she only had a vague impression.

...

The next day, she had no work to do, so she was dragged around the streets and alleys of L City by Qin Muchen.

Su Ziyue was happy and lacking, but Qin Muchen acted as if he was very interested in these things, and walked around all day long.

When passing by a small stall, Su Ziyue took a curious look at it when he saw that the stall was full of people.

Qin Muchen noticed her gaze sharply and stopped.

Seeing the two people stop, the stall owner hurriedly yelled: "From one to five hundred, there are no omissions or mistakes, and the puppet here is free, 30 yuan a time..."

The stall owner turned his gaze around Su Ziyue and Qin Muchen.

Then, he moved to Qin Muchen's side: "Sir, write here! Win a doll for your girlfriend, look, it's so big, you can't buy it back if you go to the market for 300 yuan, write it once for 30 yuan, Very good deal!"

Qin Mu glanced at the stall owner and corrected him: "This is my wife."

The stall owner was stunned and said, "Uh...then let's win a puppet for your wife..."

Su Ziyue glanced at Qin Muchen curiously.

Would he be interested in this kind of thing?

Qin Muchen, on the other hand, thought that she wanted a puppet, so he paid for it and started writing without hesitation.

Surprise flashed across Su Ziyue's eyes, but she still stood aside and watched him write.

The stall owner took the money with a smile, and gave Qin Muchen a paper and pen: "Sir, write here, and call me when you're done!"

Someone shouted on the other side: "Boss, I finished writing, come and take a look."

Su Ziyue also followed along to join in the fun, watching the boss cash out one by one, but before counting to one hundred, two numbers were missed.

Su Ziyue clicked her tongue secretly. It looks simple, but it seems not so easy to write...

She moved to Qin Muchen's side again, and asked him in a low voice, "Can you do it? I just saw that they all wrote omissions and made mistakes."

Qin Mushen sat in front of the stall, as calm as a mountain, without raising his head, he said, "Just choose the puppet you want."

Su Ziyue: "..."

For Qin Muchen's self-confidence, Su Ziyue really wanted to see him slap him in the face.

However, the final result told her that a myth is a myth, not comparable to ordinary people.

The stall owner exchanged it twice, with a tragic expression on his face: "Sir, let's see which one your wife likes, and I'll give it to her."

"I want the white one." Su Ziyue pointed to the one she picked out earlier in the morning.

In fact, she hasn't bought this kind of puppet for a long time, but girls are still not immune to this kind of stuff.

The stall owner handed the white puppet to Su Ziyue.

Su Ziyue took it and hugged it obliquely, just reaching her knee.

She turned around and was about to leave, but Qin Mushen turned around and asked her, "Is there anyone else you like?"

Su Ziyue looked at the stall owner upon hearing the words, and found that the stall owner's face changed.

She couldn't help laughing, pulled Qin Muchen up and left, saying as she walked, "One is enough."