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"Let me hold him for a moment." When He Tianchen was at a loss for what to do, she opened her mouth to plead. Her voice did not sound seductive, but it sounded like she was a cute and obedient kitten, soft and gentle, as if she wanted to be comforted.

The pain was irresistible. It would destroy her will.

finally got into his car and left, and only then did Leung Youshen move, and picked up his phone to call Song Chengjue.

After hanging up, he still felt angry, so Leung Youshen who was depressed and unable to vent anything hit the steering wheel hard.

Resisting my touch, yet throwing himself into He Tianchen's arms? Jiang Musang, do you think that you can end it just like that without my permission?!

A hint of ruthlessness flashed across Leung Youshen's eyes.

At this time, Jiang Musang did not expect that because of her actions tonight, she would be targeted by Leung Youshen once again. She sat in the car quietly, allowing He Tianchen to take her away.

She believed him. There was no reason.

Finally, they left the bustling city center and headed for the outskirts of the city. They stopped in front of a house that stood between a fence and a house.

Flowers and leaves twined around the low fence. Inside was the front yard with the peach trees. A bluestone path led to the front of the house. The house was made of wood, both ancient Chinese and a bit Japanese.

Just as Jiang Musang and the others got off the car, the front yard lit up with a warm and bright light, the light wooden door opened, and a forty year old woman walked out with a smile. Suddenly, a dog barked twice, and before Jiang Musang could react, a yellow dog with mixed hair rushed out and quickly rushed to He Tianchen's side and stopped, wagging its tail as if it was welcoming He Tianchen back home.

He Tianchen smiled, extended his hand and caressed its head, "Ge Ge, good evening. This is Musang, you must remember. "

The dog called 'Ge' obediently wagged its tail at Jiang Musang. Jiang Musang smiled slightly.

"Eldest Young Master, you're back."

"Mm, Zhang Ma, help Miss Musang prepare a set of clothes and a guest room tonight."

"Understood, Eldest Young Master." The Zhang Ma slightly nodded towards Jiang Musang, looking kind and benevolent.

Jiang Musang replied with a smile.

"Are you cold? Come and have a cup of hot tea. " entered the house and brought Jiang Musang to a room that was dressed as a study.

The arrangement here was simple and retro. There were books and beautiful stones on the bookshelves. The windows were ancient wooden windows that could be seen on TV, but the wood was exquisite. Under the window was a bed, with a low wooden table in the middle, and a tea tray.

He Tianchen personally brewed tea for Jiang Musang.

His movements were smooth and elegant, his clean fingers dancing on the tea tray as if it were something dancing. Jiang Musang was mesmerized by it.

When the tea was brewed and brought over to her, Jiang Musang felt as if she had just woken up from a dream. She smiled as she received the cup, and the fragrance of the tea immediately entered her nose.

He took a sip and liked it very much. The last cup was finished very quickly.

The warm and fragrant tea flowed into his stomach through his mouth, even spreading all the cells in his body.

The corner of He Tianchen's mouth raised up as he looked at her soothed appearance, and gave her a new cup of tea.

"This is a house that my mother left me. I come to stay if I have nothing else to do." After tea, He Tianchen chatted about family matters with her.

Jiang Musang wrapped the shawl Zhang Ma brought her and listened to his words, replying to him from time to time.

He Tianchen was full of poems and books, and he didn't talk much about the matters at home, but he told her many stories, and with his warm and unique voice, he told her those old stories that seemed to live. Jiang Musang listened to them with relish, and gradually forgot the discomfort in his heart.

When he was unconscious, he could only remember his voice, which was like a cool breeze and a pleasant moon, and the beautiful teardrop mark on his left eye.

He was so warm.