After the divorce, the rich and powerful became obedient

After she finished speaking, the man's eyes fell on her bare feet on the carpet.

His eyes stayed on her feet for a few seconds, and then he walked towards her.

When he approached, his voice was a tenderness that Zhan Nansheng had hardly seen before: "Why are you still the same as when you were a child, loving bare feet so much, isn't it cold?"

The room is heated by floor heating, Zhan Nansheng is lazy by nature, especially when she wakes up from sleep, she habitually does not wear shoes.

However, what Mu Xizhou said made her capture the point.

She looked at him a little more inquiringly: "When I was a child? You saw me when I was a child? Why don't I remember."

When the sound fell, the man hummed softly, so calmly that there was no ups and downs in his tone:
"When you were kidnapped at the age of seven, when I first saw you, you were barefoot."

Zhan Nansheng's eyes and pupils shrank in disbelief, and he didn't speak for a long time.

Because, in her memory, she didn't remember her being kidnapped at all.

She stared blankly for a long time before saying, "Really?"

The man's eyes fell on her feet again, his eyes were thick and tender, "Can I hug you?"

His voice was a little hoarse, but he also looked cautious, "Don't be afraid, I won't do anything to you, I just want to hug you to the sofa, and then bring you socks and shoes to put on..."

Zhan Nansheng's eyes darkened, and he didn't say no, nor did he say yes.

For a moment, Mu Xizhou seemed a little anxious.

He lost his rhythm when he took a breath, but his tone was in a good temper,
"The air is evil in winter. Even if the floor heating is turned on, if evil air enters the body, you will catch a cold. If you don't want me to hug you, you can go to the sofa now, and I will get you shoes and socks."

After saying this, he turned around and went to the cloakroom on this floor, and found the woman's socks and indoor slippers with ease.

When he turned back, the woman had already sat on the sofa, resting her chin on one hand and looking out the window in a daze.

She was wearing a nude pink dress with a white sweater on the outside. Her thick and curly long hair hung down to her shoulders. She was so small that he wanted to pull her into his arms and take care of her carefully.

However, she doesn't like it.

He dare not.

He was afraid that she would be unhappy, and even more afraid that she would never talk to him again when she was angry.

Mu Xizhou lowered his head slightly, forced down the strong possessiveness in his eyes, and walked in front of Zhan Nansheng.

Before Zhan Nansheng had walked all the way to her side, she came back to her senses.

She looked at the man who had already half-kneeled to put on her shoes and socks carefully, and there was a touch in his heart that could not be ignored, as if the softest part of his heart was warmed by a ray of sunshine, and there were signs of recovery of all things .

She waited for the man to put on her shoes and socks, then raised her eyes to look at him:
"I was kidnapped when I was seven years old. I don't remember such a thing at all." After a pause, he asked doubts in his heart, "Is it because you don't need it, or is it just because I don't remember?"

While she was speaking, Mu Xizhou got up from a half-kneeling posture.

He thought he smelled bloody, and he didn't want to spread this bad smell all over the house, and he didn't want to pollute the air that Shengsheng breathed in his house.

Therefore, after Zhan Nansheng finished speaking, he said in a low voice, "I'm dirty, I'll tell you later, huh?"

After he said this, Zhan Nansheng noticed that there was a mass of sauce-red viscous liquid on his light gray sweater.

The moment Zhan Nansheng realized it was blood, he frowned deeply, "You ran out and just came back in the middle of the night? How did you do it?"

But the man just pushed his glasses on the bridge of his nose, and said lightly, "I met an old friend who I haven't seen for a long time, and there was a little conflict."

"Old man?"

The upper class circles in the capital say they are big or small, and Zhan Nansheng feels that the coverage rate of his social circle with Mu Xizhou is at least 80.00%.

Therefore, she subconsciously thought that she knew the old man Mu Xizhou was talking about, so she asked, "Who is it? Do I know him?"

The voice fell, and the man quickly gave her the answer: "Yeah." After a pause, "Very familiar."

As soon as these words came out, Zhan Nansheng's heart skipped a beat, and a crazy idea popped up in his brain.

Could that old man be the tall man who was standing in front of her when her elder brother was fighting Changsheng? He fell forward heavily and passed out.

The direction in which he fell hit Zhan Nansheng's heart.

He was tall and tall, and he knocked down suddenly unconsciously, Zhan Nansheng felt that his internal organs were about to be knocked apart by him.

After she let out a muffled pain, she closed her eyes, and after calming down the anger for a few seconds, she tried to wake up Mu Xizhou: "Mu Xizhou, Mu Xizhou..."

However, apart from the man's breathing, he was fairly even and steady, and he seemed to be completely dead, unconscious.

Zhan Nansheng gritted his teeth angrily, took a few deep breaths to calm down, and was about to get up and go to the bedroom to call Tang Jinxing.

In her opinion, only Tang Jinxing understands Mu Xizhou's dissociative personality disorder best.

Therefore, after she had gone to great lengths to get Mu Xizhou onto the sofa, she went to call Tang Jinxing.

When she called Tang Jinxing, Tang Jinxing had just finished his night shift and was about to go back to rest.

After staying up all night, his body, which was physically and mentally exhausted, suddenly woke up when he saw Zhan Nansheng's phone call early in the morning.

This kind of sobriety is like being suddenly poured a bucket of cold water on a night in the middle of winter, making it cold from head to toe.

He shivered, opened the car door and sat in the car until the heater was fully turned on before answering Zhan Nansheng's call.

Zhan Nansheng only said a word to him, and he jumped up angrily.

"Come to the Hongye mansion immediately, or I will tell your mother that we have fallen asleep."

After finishing speaking, Zhan Nansheng cut off his phone.

Tang Jinxing, the eighth son of the capital, had the best temper, and he was also very angry right now.

However, this anger didn't last long before it dissipated without a trace.

Even, after he finished smoking a cigarette, the corners of his lips curled up into a smile of interest, and he gritted his teeth and thought to himself: It's kind of interesting.

……

Half an hour later, Tang Jinxing's Audi arrived at Hongye Mansion.

The butler, Uncle Lin, was a little surprised when he saw him, and said, "Third Young Master, why are you here so early in the morning? I didn't hear Fourth Master say you're coming."

Tang Jinxing raised the exquisite food box in his hand to Uncle Lin, and said to him with a half-smile, "Your young lady wants to see me, so I'll bring her breakfast."

Uncle Lin: "..."

Tang Jinxing's words continued: "It is estimated that your fourth master is ill again. I will go up and have a look."

Hearing the second half of Tang Jinxing's sentence, Uncle Lin heaved a sigh of relief, and led Tang Jinxing upstairs.

When they arrived, Mu Xizhou was already awake.

However, his whole face was quite ugly, and he was looking at the woman standing in front of the floor-to-ceiling window and smoking a cigarette without saying a word.

When Zhan Nansheng heard Tang Jinxing coming up, he turned around.

She looked over Mu Xizhou at Tang Jinxing, then raised her chin to Tang Jinxing, and said:
"He fell ill last night. He passed out not long after he came back after going out for a night of wandering. He should be fine now."

As he spoke, he dusted off the cigarette ash and added in a low voice,
"He fell ill last night and expressed his determination to confess to me. He jumped into the artificial lake and swam 39 laps. Now his whole body is scorching hot and the fever is very serious. It is estimated that it must be [-] degrees."