Chapter 1291

After hearing Shiya's words, song muzhe couldn't control his temper and stumbled out.

Shiya stared at his leaving figure for a few seconds, reflecting that song muzhe couldn't see anything at all.

I was worried for a moment and hurried out with him.

As soon as she got out of the room, she heard a thud. Shiya was surprised. When she ran over, she looked at Song muzhe who had fallen downstairs.

"Brother Mu zhe!" Shiya screamed and hurried forward to see if there was a wound on him, but song muzhe suddenly pushed her aside and desperately wanted to stand up.

"You can't get out now! There's still rain outside. Don't do this. Otherwise, wait. I'll call my aunt back. You want to calm down! "

Dusk Yunxue is still talking with people at the ball, but she receives a call from Shiya. She estimates the time and thinks that she has achieved her goal. Who knows, song muzhe sees through it.

When he hurried back, he watched several people stop song muzhe from going out. Dusk Yunxue was so flustered that she hurried forward and asked, "Mu Zhe, what are you doing! It's raining so hard outside! "

"You all get up! Where's Meng Jinyu? Where did you get Meng Jinyu? " Song muzhe asked about the evening clouds and snow. Twilight cloud snow was stunned for a moment, pursed her lips and said, "I don't know."

"You don't admit it! Shiya told me! You don't say it, do you? OK, I'll find it myself! " Song muzhe broke free from the control of several people and ran towards the door.

Twilight cloud stopped and sighed, "Twilight cloud, stop!" Dusk Yunxue turned and walked towards song muzhe, holding his arm. His tone was full of heartache“ Mu Zhe, don't bother yourself so much, will you? OK, I'll get it back for her, okay? Will you stay at home? I'll have someone look for it. "

At present, song muzhe is almost crazy and can't listen to what others say. In this way, mu Yunxue is really afraid that he will do something to hurt himself.

I did it all for him. If he had a weakness, wouldn't he just draw water with a bamboo basket?

"Do you think I'll believe you again?" Song muzhe stopped and looked at twilight clouds and snow with dull eyes, like a walking corpse. For him, he is really no different from a walking corpse now.

Just when the two were deadlocked, I heard the door of the villa suddenly ring. They all looked in the direction of the door, and a embarrassed woman appeared in front of them.

There was a torrential rain outside. Meng Jinyu's whole body had been watered through. Her wet hair was close to her cheek, and her eyes were as empty as a puppet.

She stood in the rain for a long time and let the rain hit her.

Song muzhe opened his mouth, saw that there was no sound, and asked tentatively, "Jinyu, is that you? Is that you? " Song muzhe pushed away the dusk clouds and snow, and regardless of the weather outside, rushed out directly, hugged the cold woman, hugged her tightly, and dared not let go again.

"Jin Yu, it's you, isn't it? Are you okay? I've been looking for you. I'm sorry, I'm too late. " Song muzhe was a little hoarse because he was in a fierce mood with the people just now.

Looking at the two people outside in the rain, the twilight cloud looked gloomy and shouted to the humanitarians: "don't you let them in yet? What if I catch a cold? "

Several people hurried forward as soon as they heard the news. Song muzhe shouted on his side, "get out!"

Those people were stunned, stood where they were, looked at each other, and didn't know what to do. Dusk Yunxue took a deep breath and said to song muzhe, "just hold her and don't let her in, do you?"

"It has nothing to do with you." Song muzhe said coldly. Then he grabbed Meng Jinyu, who was weak, and walked towards the house.

Twilight cloud snow motioned those people to come forward, but song muzhe stopped them again: "if any of you dare to touch Meng Jinyu, try it."

The man's breath was unstable. Meng Jinyu choked and patted song muzhe's chest. He struggled to get down from him and said softly, "it's okay, muzhe. I'm tired. I want to take a bath."

As soon as she entered the room, Meng Jinyu locked herself in the bathroom. Listening to the sound of water coming from the bathroom, song muzhe was still trying his best to restrain it.

After Meng Jinyu came back, she didn't say a word to herself. She couldn't see the expression on her face, let alone what she had experienced. Now he hates his incompetence.

"Jinyu..." song muzhe whispered her name and walked towards the bathroom.

Meng Jinyu turned on the shower switch and didn't even adjust the water temperature. Stimulated by the cold water temperature, she tried to find her soberness. She didn't want song muzhe to worry. Even if she pretended to be calm, her trembling hand still exposed her fear of nothing.

When the door opened, song muzhe pushed the door in. He leaned forward on his hands and carefully took steps to look for Meng Jinyu.

Meng Jinyu was afraid that he might fall, so she got up and hugged him one by one. Meng Jinyu's wet clothes were tightly attached to his concave convex body under the impact of cold water.

Song muzhe secretly clenched his teeth and groped to adjust the water temperature. The hot water filled the private space. The two were close to each other. Song muzhe raised his hand and stroked Meng Jinyu's hair. He said softly, "Jinyu, promise me that no matter what happens, you won't torture yourself, okay? I'll love it. "

"Sorry, Jinyu, it's my fault. I didn't protect you well. I shouldn't have left you half a step. " Song muzhe's voice had a faint cry, but it drove Meng Jinyu's mood.

The woman's body trembled slightly in his arms. For a moment, Meng Jinyu couldn't help her voice any more. She grabbed the clothes on song muzhe's chest and cried bitterly.

Song muzhe could only do it once, patting her on the back and comforting her.

"Jinyu..." the delicate woman in her arms cried and made her heart seem to tear. He would rather hurt himself than let Meng Jinyu wronged herself.

Crying out of breath, Meng Jinyu gradually calmed down under the comfort of song muzhe. The woman's eyes were foggy and her voice was hoarse: "muzhe, kiss me, kiss me?"

Song muzhe was stunned by the woman's almost asking voice. He put his hand on her neck, gently rubbed it, bowed his head and kissed Meng Jinyu's lips, grinding it carefully like tasting some precious treasure.

The voice of blushing and heartbeat overflowed from a woman's mouth. It was uncontrollable and unbridled. It became the best catalyst for love to go deep, pulling the distance between two people.