Not Spare the Years

Everyone in the business circle knows that the Zhou family and the Mu family are rivals, so in the past, the bosses always try to avoid having people from these two families meet on the same occasion, so as not to embarrass everyone.

Li Lulu only invited Zhou Zhenyue, and she did not expect that Shen Huaixing would bring the second young lady of the Mu family. At first, she only cared about making fun of the teacher and student. When Zhou Zhenyue arrived, she realized that she had done something stupid unintentionally.

Especially when she saw Zhou Zhenyue sitting next to Mu Xueyi.

Li Lulu thought that Zhou Zhenyue and Mu Xueyi were not familiar with each other, so she half-covered her mouth and reminded Zhou Zhenyue in a low voice:

"Next to you is Miss Mu Er, brought by Professor Shen. Be polite and give me a face."

Zhou Zhenyue smiled like a smile: "Although I don't know Professor Shen, but Mr. Li has spoken, of course I want to give this face."

Seeing that she promised not to embarrass Mu Xueyi, Li Lulu breathed a sigh of relief. Zhou Zhenyue took the wine glass and raised it to Shen Huaixing over Mu Xueyi next to her:

"Professor Shen, it's a pleasure to meet you."

Shen Huaixing raised his cup politely and touched Zhou Zhenyue.

The wine glasses of the two people stretched out from left to right, pinching Mu Xue's clothes in the middle, and the glasses touched just above her thighs.

"Ding-"

I don't know who didn't get it right.

The red wine was knocked out without warning, and dripped down the gap between the two glasses, soaking Mu Xueyi's thighs and skirt.

"Ouch!"

Li Lulu hurriedly stood up and took a stack of paper and handed it over there.

The others held their breaths to observe the expressions of Mu Xueyi and Zhou Zhenyue, each with a string in their hearts.

Shen Huaixing put down the wine glass immediately, took a napkin and covered Mu Xueyi's naked thigh, his tone was full of concern: "Are you alright?"

Mu Xueyi didn't let Shen Huaixing's fingers stay on her thighs, took the napkin from her hand and wiped it herself, and said repeatedly, "It's okay, it's okay."

Zhou Zhenyue unhurriedly took back the wine glass and took a light sip.

"Miss Mu Er."

Zhou Zhenyue suddenly called out to her.

Mu Xueyi rubbed her legs for a while, her pores shrunk a bit.

Zhou Zhenyue gently put the wine glass back on the table, and the bottom of the glass and the marble table made a small sound.

"Don't wear such a short skirt next time. Otherwise, it will be difficult to deal with a wet leg, right?"

There was no emotion in his tone, as if he was really just making suggestions.

Mu Xueyi could only lower his head and whisper, "Yes."

Zhou Zhenyue took two glasses, put them in front of herself and Mu Xueyi, and filled them with vodka.

"It's my fault that I got the wine on the second lady. If you drink two glasses, it's like I'll make amends for you."

Before Mu Xue's clothes were dry, she immediately straightened up and held up her wine glass, with a lower voice: "Actually, I didn't..."

Zhou Zhenyue picked up the cup and spit out a word expressionlessly:

"drink."

Mu Xueyi swallowed the second half of the sentence forever, bit her head, and suffocated the whole glass of wine in one gulp.

Zhou Zhenyue only took a sip, looking at Mu Xueyi's empty wine glass, the corners of her lips twitched slightly.

"Have the second lady forgive me?"

Mu Xueyi opened his mouth: "I..."

Zhou Zhenyue interrupted her: "I haven't forgiven you yet."

As she said that, she filled Mu Xueyi with Futega again.

Mu Xueyi wanted to cry without tears, but she felt that it was rare for Zhou Zhenyue to take the initiative to say a few words to herself in this month.

This time, I didn't dare to drink so violently, and drank the whole cup in small sips.

Just finished drinking, the third cup was full.

"cheers."

Zhou Zhenyue didn't even look for excuses this time.

Mu Xueyi drank her ears and neck red, she knew that she would get drunk very quickly, but she had no other choice. Obviously, Zhou Zhenyue was angry, how could she not follow her.

Just as the wine glass was raised to her lips, a hand suddenly stretched out to hold her wrist.

Shen Huaixing frowned and said in a voice that only she could hear: "Don't drink, you're still sick."

"It's okay," Mu Xueyi shook his head, blinked several times, and pulled back a little sober, "I'll drink."

When she finished, she drank the third cup.

Everyone else looked at this side blankly, bewildered.

When the Zhou family and the Mu family met, there was no cold scene, and there was no quarrel between them. Zhou's president also desperately poured wine on Mu's second lady.

This picture is really confusing.

Cup after cup.

Mu Xueyi was a little dazed when she drank. She lay on the table with her eyes blurred, holding her own cup in her hand, waiting for Zhou Zhenyue to pour it for herself, and muttered vaguely in her mouth:

"I drink...I drink..."

Shen Huaixing finally couldn't stand it anymore. She didn't understand what business people needed to entertain and maintain. She only knew that sick people shouldn't drink so much alcohol. Zhou Zhenyue's untimely persuasion made her have a very bad impression of Zhou Zhenyue. Not long after the bureau started, she stood up straight, grabbed Mu Xueyi who was drunk on the table, and said to Li Lulu with her displeasure:

"I'll take her away first."

The teacher was leaving, and several junior students in the seat all stood up to send it. Li Lulu also enthusiastically asked Wang Hang to help bring Mu Xueyi to Shen Huaixing's car, and everyone got up to give up their seats.

Zhou Zhenyue sat still, her face became colder and colder, her fingers holding the wine glass were so tight they turned blue.

Shen Huaixing grabbed Mu Xueyi's soft waist and dragged her to stand up slowly. Unexpectedly, he only got up a little, Mu Xueyi began to struggle instinctively, twisted his body to avoid Shen Huaixing's hand, and fell back heavily.

He was smashing into Zhou Zhenyue's arms next to him.

Zhou Zhenyue subconsciously hugged the drunk Mu Xueyi, her scorching body temperature and smooth skin were deep in her fingertips, and the familiar scent that had only existed in dreams in the past few years rushed towards her, screaming and ramming in her nose. .

A long-awaited yet too sudden intimacy.

too suddenly.

Suddenly, Zhou Zhenyue's brain went blank for a moment.

Mu Xueyi hugged Zhou Zhenyue's neck naturally, and arched her head into Zhou Zhenyue's shoulder socket.

"Don't give me to others..." Mu Xueyi closed his eyes and said vaguely drunk, "Don't let them take me away, don't let them take me somewhere else..."

The people around looked at this scene, their jaws dropped to the ground in shock, and no one dared to move.

What's the situation?

Shen Huaixing watched Zhou Zhenyue hug Mu Xueyi, inexplicably felt dazzling, and stretched out his hand to pull Mu Xueyi to him.

"Xueyi, come back."

Zhou Zhenyue heard the words, clenched her fingers tightly on Mu Xueyi's arm, and frowned slightly: "Come back?"

What is "come back"?

Where are you coming from?

If Mu Xueyi really has a so-called "home", it should be her Zhou Zhenyue's side, right?

As if declaring something, she directly hugged Mu Xueyi, left the deck with her back straight, and walked towards the underground garage. Cold and solemn, with an aura that makes people too afraid to look directly.

And Mu Xueyi was lying in her arms, her curly hair was loose, and her cheeks were ambiguous pink.

Shen Huaixing stared blankly at their backs.

The others were dumbfounded and speechless.

how to say.

This goes...

...it's kind of magical.

Bar underground garage.

Zhou Zhenyue hugged Mu Xueyi and walked to her black Bentley. Xiao Ai, who was dozing off in the driver's seat, was jolted and ran out to help them open the rear door.

"Week, week, week total..."

Xiao Ai stared at Mu Xueyi in Zhou Zhenyue's arms, almost biting her tongue.

How can I simply socialize and pick up a second young lady who is so drunk that she is unconscious?

Zhou Zhenyue put Mu Xueyi on the back seat, closed the door on this side, and went around to the other side to get into the car. Xiao Ai also returned to the driver's seat.

Xiao Ai started the engine, glanced at the sleeping Mu Xueyi from the rearview mirror, and asked tentatively, "Mr. Zhou, where shall we go?"

Zhou Zhenyue sat thirty centimeters away from Mu Xueyi. She crossed her arms, lowered her eyes and thought for a while, and said, "Go to the riverside apartment."

"Yes." Xiao Ai started to back up.

When the car drove to the door, Xiao Ai whispered again: "Are you really not going back to the old house? Didn't the old man always want to see Miss Mu Er..."

Zhou Zhenyue did not speak.

Xiao Ai knew that she was unhappy, so she hurriedly shut her mouth and didn't mention it again.

When driving to Qiaoxi 2nd Road, Mu Xueyi woke up.

He didn't fully wake up, but just opened his eyes. He was still wooden, and his eyes were fixed on Zhou Zhenyue's face.

After a while, tears flowed from the end of her eyes.

Zhou Zhenyue looked back in the darkness and saw Mu Xueyi crying, her brows wrinkled:

"What are you crying for?"

Mu Xueyi didn't answer, and cried more and more fiercely, tears like beads with broken threads, pattering on the front of the shirt.

Zhou Zhenyue frowned deeper.

After a long time, she took out a pack of tissues from the grid next to her and threw it to Mu Xueyi.

Mu Xueyi didn't pick up the wrapping paper, choked up in her throat, and wiped the tears from her face with the back of her hand. In a panic, he wiped his wrist to his lower lip, and wiped off a long streak of lipstick.

Xiao Ai said: "Mr. Zhou, Second Miss Mu is drunk, please help her."

Xiao Ai's words made Zhou Zhenyue in a trance for a moment.

yes.

Anyway, this person is also drunk. After she wakes up tomorrow, she won't remember anything tonight.

No matter when, no matter who is unconscious, drunkenness always seems to be the best excuse to hide.

Zhou Zhenyue was silent for a while, then turned around, picked up the package of tissues she just threw out, and took one out.

First unfold it all, then fold it twice as she is used to, and hold it at her fingertips.

After a brief hesitation.

She leaned over there, lowered her eyes, and gently pressed the tissue in her hand to the corner of Mu Xueyi's eyes.

"What are you crying for?"

This time, the questioning was much lighter. It was like the determination that such tenderness would not be remembered by the other party, and finally the indifference that had been disguised for a long time was finally removed.

Mu Xueyi covered her stomach, and her mature face suddenly showed the expression of a child crying with a shriveled mouth, aggrieved and pitiful:

"Ayue, Ayue...My stomach hurts..."

If you drink too much alcohol, your stomach will inevitably burn.

Zhou Zhenyue's slender eyelashes flickered, her eyes focused on the face of the person in front of her, and she asked softly:

"Then what do you want?"

Mu Xueyi blinked her tears: "...Yes, I want Ah Yue to blow."

In the past, when they were still together, if she broke somewhere, Zhou Zhenyue would blow the wound for her. But she was drunk now, and she didn't think that the stomach pain was not exposed.

Despite this, Zhou Zhenyue wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes with a tissue, and softly spit out two words while wiping: "Huhu."

A teardrop hung on Mu Xueyi's eyelashes, shaky.

She followed Zhou Zhenyue and said softly, "Huhu..."

Zhou Zhenyue stared at her flushed face, the corners of her lips twitched slightly, and she repeated, "Huhu."

Mu Xueyi followed her stupidly and said, "Huhu."

Zhou Zhenyue: "Huhu."

Mu Xueyi: "Huhu."

She teased her so naturally.

It was like going back to the time when they were together three years ago.

Zhou Zhenyue touched Mu Xueyi's soft curly hair, and the neon night outside the window reflected in her eyes, like a broken dream.

At this moment, she suddenly had an illusion.

They seem to be...

never separated.

Mu Xueyi was exhausted, and she shouted softly in a long, thin voice: "Ayue—"

Zhou Zhenyue smiled lightly, and responded to her in the most tender and pampering tone as she did in the past:

"I am here."

Paused.

Zhou Zhenyue raised her eyes and looked out of the car window, her voice lowered a bit, and a few lightly twisted words seemed to be a glimmer of light that could not be grasped, and disappeared in the endless desolation with the night wind:

"…I always."