After the divorce, the rich and powerful became obedient

Because the jewelry box fell inside Zhan Nansheng, either Mu Xizhou went over Zhan Nansheng and leaned over to pick it up himself, or Zhan Nansheng helped him pick it up.

If you lean over, you will definitely be stained by Zhan Nansheng's clothes.

Therefore, Mu Xizhou chose the latter.

However, Zhan Nansheng closed his eyes, as if he had fallen asleep.

Mu Xizhou called her several times, but she didn't wake up.

So in order not to get himself dirty, he didn't even want to touch her with his hands, but raised his leg and kicked her calf lightly.

Together with this kick, there was his low growl in despair: "Zhan Nansheng, are you a pig? Sleeping so hard?"

He yelled so loudly that Zhan Nansheng, who couldn't bear the high fever and was drowsy, woke up a little bit.

She opened her eyes, and there was still a trace of moisture in her pair of peach blossom eyes that were reddened by the high fever.

Her consciousness hadn't returned to her brain yet, she just hummed subconsciously and said, "What's wrong?"

Her voice is obedient and soft, and she looks like a cute pet waiting to be comforted, which immediately makes Mu Xizhou's entire chest become incredibly soft.

His attitude was a little better, but his tone was still light: "Give me the things at your feet."

The soreness brought on by the fever, belatedly attacked the whole body.

Zhan Nansheng didn't want to pick it up, she closed her eyes again, "What is it, you pick it up yourself, I have a headache."

"I picked it up? You made my whole car smelly and dirty my clothes?"

Hearing this, Zhan Nansheng opened his eyes again. At this time, the layer of moisture was gone, but his eyes were too red.

She turned her head and looked at the man in the driver's seat whose forehead was bulging with veins because of anger. "You think I'm dirty?"

"Aren't you dirty? From inside to outside, from top to bottom, you are so dirty that you still look human?"

As he spoke, he took out a disinfectant spray and sprayed it viciously in her direction.

Carrying a lemon-flavored spray, it overflowed the car in no time.

It's one thing to feel dirty, but it's another thing to be told and disgusted by others.

Zhan Nansheng fanned the lingering mist in front of him, his lungs hurt from the anger.

Just when she was thinking of taking off her dirty clothes and smashing them on the man's stinky face, her chin was clasped by the man's warm palms, and there was a refreshing touch on her cheeks. wetness.

The man was using a wet wipe to clean up the dirt on her face. His movements were not gentle but delicate, especially when he wiped her broken forehead, his movements were close to gentle.

Because of this movement of the man's hand, the two of them drew closer.

His handsome face, under the illumination of the interior lights, lost a trace of freshness and added a layer of gentleness.

But because his brows were always furrowed, he still looked gloomy, but the breath sprayed on her cheeks was hot and thick.

Especially when she subconsciously wanted to dodge the movement of his hand, and was suddenly pulled closer by his tightly clasped chin, the hot breath of the man almost seemed to blow open the sweat pores on her cheeks. It was hot and itchy, tickling every nerve under her skin.

Zhan Nansheng wanted to avoid him again, but was warned coldly by the man:

"Don't move." While speaking, Mu Xizhou straightened her chin, looked at the bloody egg shell on the wound on her forehead, and asked, "Does this hurt?"

Pain must be pain, but Zhan Nansheng didn't say anything.

When she kept silent, Mu Xizhou became even angrier.

He took a deep breath, tried his best to calm down for a few seconds, and said as calmly as possible:
"Zhan Nansheng, aren't you stupid? Standing there like a fool, letting those lunatics smash rotten eggs, are you a abused body? You can avoid a lot, but you stand still, are you Stupid?"

Zhan Nansheng's lips moved, "...they are Brother Yan's fans..."

Before he finished speaking, the man gave her a fierce look, and said coldly and mockingly:
"What about Huo Xiaoyan's fans? Could it be his fans, you can let them do whatever they want with you? Or do you subconsciously feel that his fans' revenge on you will make you feel guilty about Huo Xiaoyan's death?" reduce?"

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"I really don't know. If Huo Xiaoyan is still alive, he will feel so distressed when he sees you being beaten up like this by his fans today."

Zhan Nansheng pursed his lips, his face was very pale.

Although the current evidence can prove that Huo Xiaoyan was indeed killed by Mu Xiangwan, she knows Mu Xiangwan's motive for killing Huo Xiaoyan better than anyone else.

The most fundamental reason is that Mu Xiangwan was jealous that she and Nan Sheng had taken her favorite man away, and she wanted to kill her because of love and hatred.

She killed Huo Xiaoyan, and originally intended to plant it on her head, but afterward, thinking that this matter was no small matter, she could only end it by buying a forensic doctor.

In short, Huo Xiaoyan died because of her.

Zhan Nansheng didn't speak for a while, and Mu Xizhou didn't want to stab her in the heart.

He pushed the door and got out of the car.

Zhan Nansheng sat in the co-pilot in a daze for a while, then seemed to remember something, bent down and picked up a black jewelry box that fell at her feet.

Probably because black looks mysterious, or maybe girls are naturally curious, Zhan Nansheng opened the jewelry box the next second he picked it up.

It is an expensive ring at first glance, inlaid with a rare ruby, the red light emits a breathtaking beam of light under the light, it is very beautiful.

It is so beautiful that people can never forget it.

Things like rings are inherently sensitive, not to mention that this style can be seen as a woman's style at a glance.

By coincidence, when Zhan Nansheng took out the ring and was about to try it on, the car door on her side was roughly opened by the man.

At the same time, the man's gaze fell on her hand coldly, and fixed on her movement about trying it on.

Inexplicably, Zhan Nansheng had an embarrassing illusion.

And this embarrassment reached its peak after Mu Xizhou said, "This is not for you, put it back."

Zhan Nansheng curled his fingers slightly, and the still beautiful sparkling rubies in his eyes seemed a little glaring.

However, she still kept the try-on action, raised her eyes to look at Mu Xizhou, and said in a calm tone, "Who is that for?"

Mu Xizhou took the ring from her hand and put it in the jewelry box, "Of course it's for the one I love the most!"

After saying this, he put the jewelry box into his coat pocket, and then looked at her coldly:
"My Miss Zhan, can you lift your precious feet and roll off my car now?"

The sound fell, and a gust of northwest wind blew over.

The wind was like a cold knife, when it scraped Zhan Nansheng's cheek, it was like scraping a layer of skin, it was cold and painful.

She stepped out of the car.

But the next moment after she got out of the car, the man walked over to the fuel tank.

While lighting his cigarette, he raised his chin to her, "Get away, don't turn around and blow you up!"

As soon as these words came out, Zhan Nansheng realized that Mu Xizhou wanted to destroy the car.

Just because the rotten eggs on her body stained his car, he was going to destroy his valuable car?

What a lunatic!

Zhan Nansheng's hands hanging on both sides of his body were clenched into fists, and he gritted his teeth and said, "Mu Xizhou, what exactly do you mean?"

When the voice fell, the man pulled his lips and said:
"Isn't it obvious? But anything that gets dirty, I'll destroy it. Cars, people!"

After a pause, the man lit a cigarette with a lighter, smoked heavily, and raised his chin in her direction.
"If one day, let me know that your body is dirty by other men, your fate will be the same as this car."