One Hundred Days of Hidden Marriage: Young Emperor, spoiled by heaven!

Zhuang Chuchu was sobbing in Han Yu's arms in shock, trembling all over, when the call came and all the lights came on.

"It's okay, don't you think it's a call?" Han Yu smiled and rubbed Zhuang Chuchu's beautiful hair.

And this scene happened to be seen by Long Muyun who had just arrived. Long Muyun's eyes were like hooks. Looking at the pair in front of him, he clenched his fists tightly and made a creaking sound. the wall.

There was a bright red blood stain on the wall, Long Muyun turned around and left, he took heavy steps.He regretted why he didn't find Zhuang Chuchu earlier, he blamed himself for not taking good care of her, and made her cry again.

But even more angry, why didn't Zhuang Chuchu ask for help when Zhuang Chuchu was the most dangerous and frightened.

Why did she run away, why didn't she stay and wait for herself?
Long Muyun's eyes were getting darker and darker, and the blood on his hands was dripping out drop by drop, which looked shocking.

Lost in spirit, Long Muyun wandered along the empty street, and came to the bar unconsciously.

"Han Yu, thank you for sending me back. I'm much better." Zhuang Chuchu thanked Han Yu again.

"It's okay, you are too alien to me." Han Yu sneered

Zhuang Chuchu touched her head in embarrassment: "It's too late and I won't invite you to sit in. I'll invite you to dinner when I'm free some other day, and I'll go in first."

"Go, you have to work tomorrow." Han Yu bowed his hands.

Zhuang Chuchu dragged her tired body and threw herself on the bed, and the figure of Long Muyun appeared in her mind.

Zhuang Chuchu shook her head vigorously, took out her mobile phone from her bag, looked at the empty mobile phone screen, and smiled wryly: "What am I expecting?"

She got up and walked to the bathroom, but didn't notice that her mobile phone was turned off.

Long Muyun walked into the bar, sat on the bar counter, with all kinds of wine in front of him, he took out a cigarette from his pocket and lit it, a series of movements were so skillful.

From a distance, a man, a cigarette, a bottle of wine, his back is so lonely.

Long Muyun looked at the smoke ring protruding from his mouth, how illusory and dazzling it was through the light, just like what he saw today, he really hoped that everything was not real.

Surrounded by alcohol, Long Muyun dialed Zhuang Chuchu's cell phone over and over again, but the notification sound still remained in the off state.

Long Muyun passed out drunk in the bar.

"Hello, is this Mr. Su? This gentleman is drunk, can you take him home?" The waiter at the bar called Su Jin politely.

When Su Jin arrived, Long Muyun was already drunk and unconscious, Su Jin shook his head helplessly.

Zhuang Chuchu came out of the bathroom to take a shower, and found that her cell phone had been turned off, her heart missed two beats, she shook her head foolishly and said to herself, "Why did he call me?"

The morning sun lazily sprinkled on Long Muyun's face, he frowned, slowly opened his eyes, got up and sat up but the severe pain in his head forced him to lie down again.

"You're awake, drink this, it will make your head feel better." Su Jin came in with a bowl of hangover soup.

Long Muyun took the soup and drank it all in one gulp.

"President, I want to say, in fact, maybe you have misunderstood something. What you see with your eyes may not be true, and it may not be what you think. You have used alcohol to numb yourself, so why not ask the truth." Su Jin looked at Long Muyun seriously. .