Fast time travel: the abuse of scum

Chapter 309 The actor's young lady 34
Mousse walked away in a panic.

Then I got a call from Brother Chen.

Brother Chen didn't complain hoarsely, but just let him take care of himself.

Moose hung up the phone.

I also roughly understand what the situation is.

It's nothing more than that Martha's affairs have been exposed.

Moose didn't regret what he did in the first place.

What he regrets is why he didn't make it a little cleaner.

Sure enough, there will always be some omissions on the spur of the moment.

All he can do now is leave before the police at home find out.

He wants to take Wen Chun away.

Even if he wanted to flee, the other party had to be by his side.

The hair on his forehead was hanging down, which concealed his crazy expression.

He will never let go.

When he opened the door, he smelled the aroma of rice.

Wearing an apron, Wen Chun bustled around the dinner table, even humming.

Hearing the sound of the door opening at this time, he turned his head and smiled when he saw him.

"You're back, hurry up, come and taste my cooking, I don't know if it suits your taste."

Wen Chun smiled and pulled Mousse over and pressed him against the table, then reached out and untied her apron.

Sit down beside Mousse.

Pass a pair of chopsticks to Mousse.

Then he watched Mousse pick up a dish with chopsticks in a daze, and then ate it into his mouth.

"How is it? Is it delicious?" Wen Chun asked him, tilting his head.

But Mousse put down his chopsticks, and then looked at Wen Chun.

Looking at the man he had always, always loved.

My heart sank little by little.

The corner of his mouth curled up a bit.

"When did you recover your memory..." A hoarse and dry voice came from Mousse's mouth.

He chewed and swallowed the food in his mouth carefully, and then stared straight at Wen Chun with a pair of clean eyes.

"Oh..." Wen Chun grinned, then reached out to pick up Mousse's chopsticks, and put a mouthful of food into his mouth, "It tastes very good, why don't you eat it?"

Mousse reached out and grabbed Wen Chun's wrist.

With a little force, the chopsticks in Wen Chun's hand fell to the ground.

It was obvious that Wen Chun's wrist was already red from being clenched, but Wen Chun's face was still smiling.

"You've been lying to me..." Mousse looked at Wen Chun with red eyes, and asked in a hoarse voice.

"What are you talking about..." Wen Chun frowned, acting like a baby to Mousse, "You hurt me..."

There was madness in Mousse's eyes.

He knew that he underestimated the woman in front of him.

The other party has been lying to him.

Like a venomous snake hiding in the grass, waiting for the right time to strike.

But sadly...

He clearly knew that he should leave now, and it was too urgent to leave now, but he still wanted to stay...

Willing to expose her neck, and let the other party bite her hard.

But still greedy for the warmth left by the other party at that moment.

Mousse let go of his hand dejectedly.

The other party is too cunning, knowing that he is reluctant...

Wen Chun shook his wrist slightly, then pointed to the red marks on his wrist, and said to Mousse: "Look, it's all red."

Mousse lowered her eyes slightly, pursed the corners of her lips, and reached out to pull Wen Chun's wrist.

Then he gently kneaded Wen Chun with his thumb.

The strength is not too small.

The two were so silent.

After a while, Mousse said with difficulty: "You have to take good care of yourself..."

Mousse stared at the slender and weak wrist in his hand.

The red marks on the wrists are an eyesore.

He regretted a little, why he used so much force just now.

All turned red.

From now on, he will not be here anymore.

I'm really worried...

"From now on, you must wear slippers at home." Mousse lowered her eyes and said slowly, "It will be cold back there. It will be very cold if you don't wear slippers."

"In the future, don't cook by yourself, let Director Shen do the cooking."

"This kitchen is still very dangerous, and the oil fume is not good for the skin."

"Also, you said before that you wanted to go to Jinghua to see the red leaves, but I haven't been able to accompany you."

"Find a free time and go with Director Shen."

"I heard it's beautiful..."

Mousse spoke slowly, rubbing Wen Chun's wrist gently.

"Also, Director Shen is good." Mousse raised his head and looked at Wen Chun with clean eyes.

A bitter smile appeared.

Then he blinked his eyes, as if trying to hold back the tears in his eyes, and then opened his mouth, wanting to say something.

I just opened my mouth several times in a row, but couldn't successfully say anything.

It wasn't until after swallowing his saliva that tears came from his eyes that he spoke: "Director Shen...he's not bad...you and him..."

"Ha..." Mousse blinked very quickly, trying to shake off the tears in his eyes, "I... have to be good..."

"He's not bad..."

Mousse couldn't speak any more.

He is suffering...

really uncomfortable...

He knew he should leave immediately.

But he couldn't move at all.

He wants to stay.

He wanted to look at Wen Chun.

He doesn't want, doesn't want to leave...

The woman in front of him still looked the way he liked, but he couldn't keep staring at her anymore.

The door was opened violently by the people outside.

Then a group of people poured in.

The headed policeman looked at Wen Chun in a daze, then his face changed drastically, he showed his police officer's certificate, and said righteously: "Mr. Moose, now I suspect that you are related to Miss Gu Wenchun's disappearance and Martha's disappearance. I hope you can give up. Resist, follow us back to investigate."

Then he winked at the policemen around him and began to spread around to prevent Mousse from violently committing murder.

It's really unexpected that someone who looks gentle and harmless to humans and animals would commit such a terrible crime abroad.

Mousse didn't intend to do anything violent, he just pulled Wen Chun's fingers, and then raised his head.

A clean eyebrow, just like when the original owner first met Mousse.

"I still want to ask..." Mousse showed a gentle smile, "Have you ever liked me..."

"It's okay to like even a little bit..."

The voice was clear and shallow, accompanied by Mousse's fragile face.

Obvious supplication, humble to the dust.

Brother Chen who was present burst into tears.

He understood Mousse's feelings for Gu Wenchun too well, but what he didn't expect was that Mousse could do this.

The best mousse in his house...

How, why does it have to be like this...

Mousse has been waiting for Wen Chun's answer, but as time goes by, Mousse's face is also full of disappointment.

He smiled.

"It's my extravagance..."

Mousse still grabbed Wen Chun's hand and sniffed: "But I can't bear it..."

"This is the first time you cook for me...I can't bear it..."

Then Mousse looked away from the dishes on the table, and stared at Wen Chun again.

He let go of his hand suddenly, and rushed out to the balcony beside him.

The balcony is open to the air...

"I can't bear to take you away after all..."

(End of this chapter)