
Secretly, he sneered.
Gu Jin proved herself to be a cruel woman. Immediately after recovering the jade bracelet, he not only chased after***, but also left behind a black card, which was given to him by the head of the bed.
What does this mean?
He left his tip for sleep? Or does this prove empty talk about Gu Jin not liking him for the smell of money and tarnishing his scientific reputation?
As soon as Mu Mingcheng understood this idea, he immediately denied it.
Gu Jin was a bad drinker. He never practiced the habit of drinking before going to bed. But that day he not only made himself drunk, but he also rushed to the bed in Mu Mingcheng's room (not his own).
Mu Mingcheng admitted that he was not Liu Xiahui, and he felt there was no response of his favorite woman perched on his bed by showing flattery. However, if she reacted again, Gu Jin would reject her if she hesitated to do so.
All of Mu Mingcheng's extreme patience flew out the door as Gu Jin raised his red lips Wine and sweat intertwined in the melancholy night.
Mu Mingcheng never imagined that, in the waking moments before he could bask in the remnants of the light, they had already broken off.
Mu Mingcheng grimaced as he recalled the note, “let's go our separate ways without any hard feelings.” His intuition denied that Gu Jin had no affection for him.
“Follow,” murmured Mu Mingcheng.
……
Outside the school, the dense foliage of the sycamore tree provides almost no shade from the sun.
Next to the sidewalk was a road, where Mu Mingcheng's car followed Gu Jin quietly, a few meters behind.
Mu Mingcheng's face looked haggard, his eyes fixed onto his back as he stared from behind him. If eyes could kill, Gu Jin would have died hundreds of times by now.
In front of the car, Gu Jin walked leisurely, even humming a melody without a tone.
The situation, like this, tested their resilience.
Mu Mingcheng, who was watching Gu Jin intently, immediately saw this and his heart instantly surged.
“Parked here.”
Mu Mingcheng got out of the car just as the driver stepped on the brakes. With her tall stature and just a few steps, she easily chased after Gu Jin and picked him up.
Turning his waist, Gu Jin tried to jump.
Stop squirming, Mu Mingcheng patted his fleshy butt. “Because you feel high heels are so uncomfortable, why are you still using them?” He never saw her often wearing high heels.
At this moment, only a few people were walking on this path. Gu Jin squinted, “Master Mu, we don't have a sufficient enough relationship for you to help me.”
After carefully lowering Gu Jin in the car, Mu Mingcheng followed him inside and sneered. His words meant a lot to him. “That's not what you said when you got drunk.”
At some point, Mu Mingcheng pressed an unknown button that triggered a custom-made partition inside the car to slowly rise, dividing the small space into two private worlds.
He took off Gu Jin's shoes from his feet, lightly putting his two white, slender legs on his knees. He shifted his legs, gesturing for Mu Mingcheng to let go. “I'm old. I don't remember what I said.”
“Do you need me to help you remember it?” Mu Mingcheng had just managed to snatch Gu Jin's calf.
“Already,” replied Gu Jin, struggling to free his legs while looking at Mu Mingcheng with a provocative smile. “Master Mu your technique in bed really.. Err, disappointing.”.
He said this in an unclear tone. This “incompetent” Mu Mingcheng stuffed a mouthful of old blood into his heart, and his expression instantly clouded to the point of dripping water.
“You think I'm unskilled?” He felt indignant and he laughed back with his elegant and noble demeanor. Still, he bravely replied: “Darling, who was the one who bothered me that night?”
Rationality crumbled on the ground.
Gu Jin's calm expression momentarily broke out for a moment. He gritted his teeth. “You lied!” his reply.