The Way of the Demon Cult Leader Chasing His Wife

Xia Zhitao thought about it for a while, then bit the bullet and asked, "Well, have you—haven't you ever been in the fantasy world?"

Although both sides are probably myself...but it's a bit shameful to ask like this.

Zhang Kuang probably knew what it meant, and shook his head honestly.

Xia Zhitao: "..."

Seeing that Xia Zhitao fell silent, Zhang Kuang couldn't help being a little panicked, and asked cautiously, "I'm sorry, did I do something wrong?"

Xia Zhitao patted her on the shoulder, propped his arms back, and supported himself to sit up.She sighed and said, "I'm going to take a shower."

Xia Zhitao rubbed his hair, stood up from the bed, and planned to wash his face and calm down first.As soon as she turned around, she saw Zhang Kuang kneeling on the bed with a "QAQ" expression on his face.

What is she thinking about?

Xia Zhitao reached out to rub his head, and smiled softly: "Don't think too much, it's a little late now, let's sleep together later."

Seeing that the other party still seemed a little sullen, Xia Zhitao bent down and gently held the other party's face.

A kiss landed on the forehead, like fine feathers brushing past, Xia Zhitao frowned, and his voice sounded like he was coaxing a child: "Don't worry, I'm just going to take a bath. I'm right here, I'm not going anywhere go."

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A little earlier, in the Song family mansion.

Mrs. Song was very pleased to see her daughter changing into a light blue long dress, her figure was graceful, elegant and beautiful.

I have always felt that my youngest daughter is too temperamental, and she doesn't look like a lady all day long. I didn't expect that after dressing up, she would look dignified and majestic, and she was a slim little beauty.

The skirt was too tight, Song Muzhao was strangled a little uncomfortable, and said bitterly: "Mom, can you help loosen the strap at the back? I can't breathe soon."

Mrs. Song was also wearing a dark blue dress. While helping her daughter loosen the belt behind her, she exhorted:

"It's your first time attending this dinner, so you must be careful what you say, you know?"

Song Muzhao nodded nervously, and then said: "Mom, you know, I just can't control my mouth, I keep saying the wrong things—"

She blinked her eyes, and there was hope in her voice: "Can I not go?"

Mrs. Song smiled softly: "No."

Excessive! !

Song Muchhao pursed his lips and shook his head in protest, but Mrs. Song was unmoved at all, and said earnestly: "Mom and Dad are going to contact each other, and your brother Song Junxing wants to talk about the list. You only have two choices:"

"Either follow us so that mom can take care of you; or follow brother closely and don't talk lightly, understand?"

Song Muzhao frowned: "Although my brother is kind to me, he is very serious when he talks about business, which is scary. Don't I have a third choice?"

Mrs. Song: "No."

Song Muzhao felt aggrieved: "But this dinner party is filled with all kinds of big names in the industry, big names in the business world, and so on. I'm just a small shrimp, and I'm panicking."

Mrs. Song: "It's okay, your mother is rich and has a lot of mines at home, so don't be afraid of them."

Song Muzhao didn't give up: "And this party is basically full of elites with high education and high IQ. I scored 43 points in a math test. It would be embarrassing to be the bottom one."

Mrs. Song: "It's okay, Lu Qian next door scored 36 in math this time, which is more embarrassing than you."

Song Muzhao: "..."

Thanks to Brother Lu Qian for his heroic sacrifice this time, giving me a 36-point math score to put me at the bottom.

Mrs. Song looked at her sullen daughter, sighed, and patted her on the head: "Okay, it's only one night, soon."

She seemed to think of something, and added: "The Qin family will definitely come. Aren't you very close to their only daughter, maybe you can see her?"

Hey, that white crane is going too?

Song Muzhao immediately regained his energy, and said with pride, "Let's go, I'm ready!"

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Having said that, looking at the incomparably gorgeous and luxurious hotel lobby, and seeing people in suits and leather shoes coming and going, she was still very hopeless.

She followed closely behind her elder brother Song Junxing, not daring to make a sound, for fear of messing up a list of hundreds of millions because of herself.

The people who came were all famous and famous people, so the security check must be necessary.Song Muzhao was not surprised to see an acquaintance - Lu Qian was also wearing a suit, and was following his elder sister Lu Yue listlessly.

The Song and Lu families are family friends, and while Song Junxing was greeting Lu Yue, Song Muchhao greeted him with a smile, and said to Lu Qian, "Thank you."

Lu Qian was puzzled: "Thank you for what?"

Song Muzhao: "Thank you for helping me get to the bottom with a score of 36 in mathematics this time."

Lu Qian: "Do you want to be so ruthless as soon as you come up?"

Lu Qian wanted to say something, but suddenly felt a chill down his spine. As soon as he turned his head, he saw the old lady looking at him with a half-smile, and mouthed: "36 points? I'll clean you up later."

Lu Qian looked at Song Muzhao angrily, and waved his fist in the air in despair.

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The juniors of the two families did not have as deep a friendship as the seniors, they just said a few words of politeness and then parted ways.

Song Muzhao had been walking with her brother for a long time, and he couldn't stand it anymore.

She herself wore slender high-heeled shoes, and her ankles hurt after walking for a long time. In the end, she was already gritting her teeth and dragging her steps.

Song Muzhao raised his head and took a sneak peek, and saw that his brother was talking with another person again, so he could only follow miserably, enduring the discomfort, and obediently stood behind Song Junxing.

What the brother said about liquidation, full warehouse, selling, raising... She couldn't understand any of these words. She could only count the bright crystals inlaid on her high heels one by one, and prayed when my brother would be able to sit down. Come down and give yourself a break.

Song Junxing finished talking about the stock matters with the young master of Yan's family. As soon as young master Yan left, another woman walked towards him with a glass of red wine.

Song Junxing was stunned for a moment: Although this person has heard of it many times, it is the first time to meet him formally.

That woman doesn't have that kind of gorgeous appearance, but rather introverted and cold, she steals your sight away piece by piece without making a sound, and keeps it in the palm of her hand, and she can't break free again.

Song Junxing took a step forward, and stretched out his right hand to show friendship: "Hello, Ms. Qin, I am Songbai Group, Song Junxing."

Holding the red wine, Qin Zhi looked at Song Junxing, but did not speak.

She has a kind of ancient charm of aristocratic family in her gestures, like a fairy walking out of an ink painting scroll, with white clothes wrapped around her body, and the cold air lingering around her body.

Qin Zhi didn't shake hands with Song Junxing, causing his outstretched right hand to stop awkwardly in the air, neither advancing nor retreating.

Song Junxing is also the heir of a big company, so he has never been treated like this.He frowned and withdrew his hand, and was about to speak with a displeased expression, but was interrupted by Qin Zhi.

"Master Song," she said slowly, with a shallow smile in her voice, but a bit of coldness in the corners of her eyes, "You have been away for so long, and you have talked about many cooperations or things, right?"

Song Junxing frowned: "Miss Qin, what do you mean?"

"I mean--"

Qin Zhi smiled and took a step up, suddenly tilted his hand holding the red wine glass, and poured all the expensive red wine on the carpet.

The red wine was poured on the floor, and a crimson flower bloomed layer by layer.

"You didn't look back and take a look at your sister?"

Song Junxing was stunned for a moment, and turned around in astonishment to check the situation of his own sister.Song Muzhao didn't expect to be yelled at suddenly, so he raised his head in a daze.

Song Junxing lowered his head slightly, and saw that his sister's ankles had been rubbed red by the high heels, which looked dazzling on her milky white skin.

Feeling guilty immediately, Song Junxing rushed to his sister and asked eagerly, "I'm sorry, why didn't you say anything."

Qin Zhi sneered behind him, and said: "You are really 'competent' as a brother, and you have to ask your sister to say it-you don't have eyes, don't you know how to see?"

She deliberately bit down on the word "competent", which was extremely ironic.

Song Junxing had nothing to say, but Song Muzhao was a little bit secretly, feeling that she was so good at it, so he silently gave Qin Zhi a thumbs up in his heart.

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After Song Junxing realized that the two knew each other, he just watched Miss Qin pull his sister and left without looking back.

The two found a quiet corner and sat down. Song Muzhao was so moved that he gnawed on the macarons Qin Zhi handed him, while thanking him: "Thank you, girls understand girls, my brother's dead wood I'm afraid I won't notice it forever."

Qin Zhi was wearing white clothes, and his hands were still wearing delicate white gloves as always.

She held her chin, looked at Song Muchhao and sighed: "You are so tired that you tell your brother, he will never know if you don't tell him."

Song Muzhao lowered his head resolutely: "Aren't I, I don't want him to worry about me."

Qin Zhi shrugged and poured another glass of red wine.Her lip color was very light, but it was dyed a bit glamorous by the clear red wine, giving off a bit of charm for no reason.

Song Muzhao tilted his head to look at her, and suddenly said, "Hey, big white crane."

Qin Zhi: "...I have a name, thank you."

Song Muzhao ignored her and continued to ask, "Why are you here?"

Qin Zhi smiled and explained: "I can be regarded as the heir of the Qin family. I just run a clothing brand first, and I will return to the family business in the end. Naturally, I am qualified to come to the dinner."

"But—" She dragged out her voice, moved closer to Song Muzhao, and whispered in her ear, "There is another purpose."

Song Muzhao gathered up his clothes nervously, and asked in a low voice like a thief, "What, what's the purpose?"

Qin Zhidao: "Cengfan."

Song Muchhao: "...???"

You are an imposing and famous president of luxury clothing, what do you mean by coming to the banquet just to eat?

Qin Zhi looked at Song Muzhao's contemptuous expression, chuckled, and said, "Okay, just kidding."

She put down the wine glass in her hand, and covered the table with her slender fingers.The four fingers were put together, and the index finger was stretched out, pointing to a closed room on the second floor of the banquet hall.

She didn't make a sound, but moved her lips slightly, and made a mouth shape to Song Muzhao.

Song Muzhao looked at it seriously for a long time, and replied: "Why are you so mysterious, I don't know how to read lips, so I don't understand."

Qin Zhi: "..."

In the next second, Qin Zhi's voice sounded in Song Muzhao's mind, like the mist scattered in the bamboo forest, as cold as a breeze and fine snow:

"The Sun family."