Quick Wear: The soft cannon fodder turns into a heartthrob and seduce

Chapter 608 The heartthrob who lost his halo in a dating simulation (17)

Mu Zhou woke up the moment Fu Hanyan picked him up.

But she didn't move until she got into the car, at which point she slowly opened her eyes.

She blinked her sleepy eyes, seemingly unaware of any change, and lazily stretched her body.

The car seat wasn't very comfortable, so she subconsciously tilted her head and leaned against her shoulder, trying to find a more comfortable position.

The man next to her froze instantly.

It was so tight that even Mu Zhou felt uncomfortable.

She muttered something:

"Relax a bit, you're not feeling well."

As she spoke, she rubbed her tense arms.

Then I felt that my muscles weren't so uncomfortable anymore.

Mu Zhou buried her face in his arm, rubbing against him comfortably, her little hands still clutching his sleeve.

Fu Hanyan kept his body stiff, trying to keep his muscles from becoming too tense so that she wouldn't feel uncomfortable leaning against him.

It was a bit of a struggle.

He lowered his eyes, and Mu Zhou's beautiful and alluring face suddenly came into view.

She was completely unsuspecting and trusted him implicitly.

Fu Hanyan was enveloped by the fragrance of roses, and even his heartbeat became irregular.

The atmosphere was silently ambiguous.

After hesitating for a long time, the assistant in front spoke in a low voice:

"Mr. Fu, where are we going?"

After a moment of contemplation, Fu Hanyan was interrupted by Mu Zhou.

She sat up abruptly and said to the assistant driving in front:

"Driver, please take me to the villa area on Qingping Road, thank you."

Mu Zhou said instinctively.

She thought the car she had called had arrived.

The assistant looked at Fu Hanyan awkwardly, and seeing him nod, he drove away.

At this time, Mu Zhou had also become much more sober.

She blinked blankly, looked at the car, and then turned to look at Fu Hanyan.

Some people didn't understand why they were there, or why Fu Hanyan had appeared.

She rubbed her hair, trying to clear her head.

Until Fu Hanyan's voice came:

"You're drunk. I just finished work and came over."

That explains the current situation.

Mu Zhou then suddenly realized what was going on.

Fu Hanyan thought of the tear stains at the corners of her eyes and stared at her:

"Does your head still hurt?"

Mu Zhou shook his head.

Fu Hanyan continued:

"Why did you drink so much?"

Beneath the calm tone lay an undisguised probing and lingering emotions.

Mu Zhou's cheeks still held a lingering blush, and she lowered her head shyly.

"I've never tried this brand before. I didn't expect it to be so strong. I felt a little dizzy after just one glass."

Fu Hanyan's lips twitched slightly, but he ultimately did not expose the truth about her drinking to drown her sorrows.

If she doesn't want to talk about it, then let's just pretend we don't know.

Mu Zhou was fixing her hair when she suddenly heard a notification that her favorability rating had increased. She glanced at Fu Hanyan with a somewhat subtle expression.

Is it because I look so charming when I'm touching my hair?

She glanced discreetly at her reflection in the car window, secretly pleased with herself.

Hmm...it really is beautiful.

Little did she know that Fu Hanyan had misinterpreted her drinking as a sign that he was heartbroken and drowning his sorrows after breaking their promise.

This completely disrupted his long-held peace of mind.

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By the time they arrived outside the villa, Mu Zhou had almost fully regained consciousness.

"Thank you so much, you treated me to dinner and even drove me home."

Mu Zhou regained his energy, said goodbye to Fu Hanyan, got out of the car, and went into the villa.

Looking at the smile on her face, Fu Hanyan couldn't help but think of how aggrieved she looked when she was drunk.

The car remained parked for a long time before finally leaving.

Mu Zhou strolled back to the villa, and sat down as she passed through a long corridor.

She still smelled of alcohol on her, and wanted to get some fresh air before going back.

Just as I was about to take out my phone to check the program's promotional activities, I heard footsteps behind me.

She turned around and looked surprised.

Was it disliked during the Song Dynasty?

She glanced at the car parked not far away.

He just got back?

Song Shiyan stood beside her, then suddenly lowered his head and sniffed, his brows furrowing:

"you've been drinking?"

Mu Zhou silently moved a little further away from him without saying a word.

Song Shiyan pursed her lips slightly and explained softly:

"I did not mean anything else."

Mu Zhou didn't look at him, but just complained in a low voice:

“You’re clearly disgusted. You’ve always been like this, always complaining that I’m not clean and always disinfecting.”

Song Shiyan was taken aback.

With no cameras following them, Mu Zhou's words confirmed that she did indeed remember dating him.

He apologized immediately, subtly testing the waters:

"I'm sorry, so the reason you've been avoiding me these past few days is because you still hold a grudge against me?"

Back then, after Song Shiyan's charm faded, she came to her senses and abruptly broke up with him and disappeared.

Mu Zhou did not answer, but instead asked:

"What exactly do you mean? You were the one who said you wanted to break up, and now you've asked the show to invite me to participate in the program."

Mu Zhou became increasingly aggrieved as she spoke, and she suddenly stood up, accusing him:

"But you never leave me those 'heart-fluttering' messages, and you're so nice to other people. What are you trying to do? Are you happy to see me so anxious every day?"

Song Shiyan's eyes flickered slightly as she grasped the key point.

Mu Zhou believed that he had invited her.

This means that, in her view, he was the only one among the four male guests who was her ex-boyfriend.

Because of the show's "expired couple" concept, it was one of the couples who invited the other.

Therefore, Mu Zhou truly doesn't remember them.

Song Shiyan raised her hand and pushed up her glasses frame, a multitude of thoughts flashing through her mind in an instant.

A barely perceptible smile played at the corners of his lips.

Suddenly, Song Shiyan stepped forward, took Mu Zhou's hand, and pulled him into her arms with a slight pull.

Mu Zhou's eyes widened in shock, and he instinctively tried to struggle.

However, Song Shiyan held him firmly by the back of his neck, preventing him from moving.

He spoke softly:

"It is my fault."

Song Shiyan offered no explanation, only an apology.

Based on his understanding of Mu Zhou, she was always easy to coax.

So after he said a few kind words, Mu Zhou finally stopped struggling.

Song Shiyan felt her gentleness, and the satisfaction in his heart was indescribable.

She hesitated and asked softly:

Do you know Lin Weixia? What's your relationship?

Song Shiyan smiled:

"Jealous?"

Mu Zhou snorted, struggled to break free from his embrace, and turned her back to him.

"I just feel like she's targeting me. Does she know about what happened between us before?"

Song Shiyan narrowed his eyes.

Did Lin Weixia know that he had dated Mu Zhou?

That was somewhat unexpected.

He pushed up his glasses:

"Don't worry about her, her family and my family have been friends for generations."

"Oh, childhood sweetheart."

Mu Zhou's words were so sour they seemed about to burst out, but Song Shiyan didn't find them annoying at all.

Just as he was about to say something, he suddenly heard a complaint.

"Damn it, Song Shiyan's car is here, but where did he go? He's not answering his phone."

It was Shen Fang's voice.

Song Shiyan's expression turned cold, and he pulled Mu Zhou behind the artificial hill next to them.

Behind the artificial hill, there is a small depression where two people can almost touch each other.

Mu Zhou pressed herself tightly against the wall, trying her best to avoid contact with him.

Song Shiyan took the initiative to move closer to her and carefully pulled her into his arms.

There were many water droplets splashed from the nearby waterfall on the artificial hill, making it wet and cool.

Song Shiyan leaned against the artificial hill and let Mu Zhou press close to her chest.

At that moment, he seemed to have forgotten about his obsessive-compulsive disorder.