Chapter 143

"No! I won't go tonight, but I will definitely go tomorrow." Mu Shaofeng nodded with the same serious expression.

Ling Moxue breathed a sigh of relief, thought for a while, and then said hesitantly: "But... But Zhao Qin's mother and daughter mean that you can be responsible for Ling Mengyao."

"Hahaha……"

Mu Shaofeng laughed outrageously, and it fell into Ling Moxue's ears like a great irony.

Her cheeks were flushed, and her fingers were trembling as she pinched the wine glass. Her heart became ruthless, she raised her neck and drank the whole glass of wine. Then, without waiting for Mu Shaofeng to say anything, she picked up his tall glass again. The whiskey was downed.

Mu Shaofeng was stunned, seeing that she was about to pour wine, he hurriedly grabbed her wrist, "Don't drink, my glass of wine is strong."

Ling Moxue waved his hand away, raised her lips and smiled, with a hint of sadness, helplessness and sadness.

"I know that Ling Mengyao is making trouble for no reason, and I also hate their mother and daughter, but... But, I can't watch my father suffer and suffer in the middle. My mother died early, and it was my father who protected me and raised me. I couldn't stop listening to him."

Speaking of this, Ling Moxue had tears in her eyes and her voice was choked up.

She grabbed a bottle of red wine and poured herself another glass, picked it up and gave Mu Shaofeng a wretched smile. wxya

"I think I made a mistake when I came back. If I don't go back to China, my dad might have a better life. If I don't go back to China, you and I won't know each other. If I don't go back to China, I won't meet Gu Mingxuan..."

Speaking of Gu Mingxuan, she couldn't help the pain in her heart, poured another glass of red wine into her mouth, and the moment she swallowed, two lines of tears rolled down.

Wanting to pour it again, Mu Shaofeng snatched the bottle away, with distressed eyes, "Don't drink it!"

"Let me drink! You let me drink..." Ling Moxue reached out to grab it, emotionally.

"Don't drink, Xue'er, don't drink." Mu Shaofeng hugged her, stroking her back lovingly, and his voice became hoarse, "I understand you, I'm sorry, I shouldn't... I shouldn't let you Come forward, it was my mistake, and I won't embarrass you in the future, really."

Probably the alcohol had started to haunt Ling Moxue's body, she didn't push Mu Shaofeng away, she buried her face in his neck and began to sob.

Tears dripped on Mu Shaofeng's neck, and slowly slid down to his chest, scalding his heart a little bit.

"Cry, it feels good to cry."

"I don't want to cry, don't cry." Ling Moxue shook her head, her mind gradually becoming confused, and said intermittently, "I want to go home...you let me go home."

"Okay, I'll let you go home." Mu Shaofeng helped her up, put one arm around her waist, and let her head rest on his shoulder.

After going out the door, Ling Moxue pushed him away again, stumbled towards the stairs, took a step, her legs gave way, and she almost fell down.

"Xue'er!" Mu Shaofeng rushed forward and hugged her, eyes full of pity and love, "Don't be brave, I'll carry you down."

At this time, Ling Moxue could still tell who the man in front of her was, so she waved her hand to refuse him to touch her, but after the two of them tugged a few times, the tears in her eyes accumulated more, and her mind became more dull.

Mu Shaofeng bent down to pick her up, and she wrapped her arms around his neck subconsciously. Tears filled her eyes, she looked at Mu Shaofeng's face in a daze, and murmured, "Mingxuan... I want to tell you You, tell you, my child, you gave birth to my child."

Mu Shaofeng paused, his eyebrows furrowed deeply...

I guessed it right, Ling Moxue's two treasures are really Gu Mingxuan's.

"I know." He answered in a low and sad voice.

"Do you like it?" Ling Moxue pressed her face against his neck, with a smile on her lips.

Mu Shaofeng raised his thin lips bitterly, "I like it."

"Then you...will you marry me?"

Mu Shaofeng's heart was pounding, and he hugged her tightly with both hands, his peach blossom eyes were so tight that there was no trace of white.

"Yes, I want to marry you."

"Mingxuan, take me away...take me away, to your house."

Mu Shaofeng's throat was sliding, his lips were a little dry, and a word came out harshly, "Okay."

He hugged Ling Moxue and walked towards the door of the bar with his head held high, but the expressions of the three men who had just entered froze, they all stopped in unison, staring blankly at the woman in his arms...

Ling Moxue nestled in his arms like a gentle Persian cat, her long hair was hanging down, her pretty face was slightly flushed, and there was a happy smile on her beautiful face.

"Ha ha……"

When Mu Shaofeng walked out of the door, Yang Biao couldn't help laughing, "Brother, the woman Mingxuan fell in love with is really attractive. I fell in love with my son when I was studying, and after giving birth, I can't get along with your family Mingxuan. , and being intimate with the second young master of the Mu family, hey! Why didn't I think she was such a goblin before."

"..." Gu Jincheng's face was as dark as the bottom of a pot, and his lips trembled slightly.

Yang Biao's words were like a few slaps on the face, which not only made his face hurt, but also hurt his internal organs.

"Stop drinking, go home!" He waved his hand, turned around and left.

Yang Biao grabbed him and smiled a little eccentrically.

"Brother, why are you angry, anyway, the Gu family won't want her to be a wife, who do you care about her with... Let's go, we brothers go in and have a few drinks, and talk about the company's next big business , seize the opportunity."

Yang Biao pulled Gu Jincheng away, and Huang Cheng, who had been standing beside him silently, looked outside, and saw Mu Shaofeng holding Ling Moxue into a luxury car, closed the door, turned into the driveway and left.

He shook his head in disbelief, turned around and followed Gu Jincheng...

In the early morning, wisps of sunlight lightly fell on Ling Moxue's face through the white screen window.

She slowly opened her eyes, a golden sunlight broke into her eyes, making her frown unnaturally, and her eyelashes trembled a few times.

He raised his hand and rubbed his forehead, feeling that his head still hurts.

She closed her eyes again, massaged her temples a few times with her fingers to relieve the pain, and then slowly opened her eyes.

There is a gorgeous crystal chandelier overhead, and hole lamps of the same size are embedded around the ornately carved white ceiling.

She was startled, and her head immediately stopped for three seconds...

This is not my home, this is not!

Realizing this, she sat up suddenly, glanced around quickly, and found that she was really in an unfamiliar environment, and it seemed to be in the presidential suite. Her forehead tightened, and the memory of last night instantly returned to her mind ...

Yesterday, Ling Mengyao committed suicide. She listened to her father and went to find Mu Shaofeng. She drank a few glasses of wine in the box, and then she seemed drunk. She vaguely remembered that Mu Shaofeng wanted to hug her, but she didn't want to.

Then... Then what happened?

Ling Moxue knocked on her head, but couldn't think of anything more. She lifted the quilt, and suddenly found that what she was wearing was not the milky white dress from yesterday, but a pink nightgown.

"Ah! Ahh!" she screamed, flustered, as if someone had stolen her most precious thing.

Before the screams came to an end, a rush of footsteps came running over, and her voice made Ling Moxue's eyes widen suddenly.

"Girl, girl! What's the matter with you?"

"..." Ling Moxue stared blankly at her, her thinking paused for a moment.