"What else do you have to do for the new year?" Shen Luoyu obviously didn't believe it.

"Dating."

Shen Luoyu choked, and seemed to realize that I had already left the list and was a person with a "partner".

"Oh, oh..." she said, "Okay, then, I told my mother that you went to a friend's house to celebrate the New Year. You, if you have time during the festival, come to my house, and my mother said that I want to chat with you. ."

Shen Luoyu does not say, I am also preparing for this.

"Well, got it. Say sorry to everyone for me and wish them a Happy New Year."

Shen Luoyu sighed for some reason: "Happy New Year to you too."

Not long after I hung up the phone, the cold white headlights called from a distance. I squinted and saw that it was Shang Muxiao's black Hummer coming in the last twilight.

I always need Shang Muxiao's assistance to get into this car. Unlike before, this time when he carried me into the co-pilot, not only did I not feel uncomfortable at all, but I felt very relieved.

"Teacher, you're too skinny." He put me down, put away the wheelchair skillfully and stuffed it into the trunk, then put it in the cab, and continued the previous topic, "When I hold you, I'm afraid I'll break you. ."

Combined with the context, it is reasonable that the "hold" he was referring to should be the act of picking me up from the wheelchair just now, but I always felt that he didn't mean this "hold", and I didn't know how to respond to him for a while.

So, I pretended to adjust the downwind and asked him, "Where are we going?"

"You'll know when you get there." He started slowly, "It will be interesting."

In fact, I should be vigilant here, "very interesting" really doesn't look like an evaluation of a restaurant, and it doesn't sound right.

But at that time, maybe it was Shen Luoyu's phone call that made me decide to let go of my brain, or maybe the skunk that finally got rid of loneliness made me happy, I was too lazy to think, too lazy to think about anything. In other words, since I was with Shang Muxiao, I completely gave up thinking.

The car drove for a full hour, getting more and more sideways, to the suburbs. Just when I thought I was going to leave the market, he turned into a gate, which was quite imposing, but looked like a residential area no matter what.

There are dense forests on both sides of the road. If the street lights were not bright, it would make people wonder which forest park they drove into.

Maybe it's a private restaurant hidden in the city... I stared at the dark sky outside the car window, and my heart felt uneasy for no reason.

Shang Muxiao drove for another full ten minutes before he parked the car in the underground garage.

When I got out of the car, I looked around. It was obviously a private garage, and it could park more than 20 cars. Looking at the past, they were all different luxury cars.

If this is really a private restaurant, it is estimated that it is only open to the powerful.

Shang Muxiao was familiar with the door and led me through a door. When the door was opened, it turned out to be a password.

Entering the elevator, he pressed the number "1", then leaned against the wall, and suddenly said without warning, "This is my home."

I was stunned, trying to find a trace of a joke on his face, but no, he wasn't joking.

The elevator quickly reached the first floor. After a "ding" sound, the door slowly opened, and I looked out of the elevator stiffly.

"I'm back..." Shang Yunrou greeted me with a smile on her face. When she saw me, her expression went blank for a moment, full of surprises.

She didn't know that Shang Muxiao was going to bring me back, but he didn't tell her.

"I'm back." Before I could react, Shang Muxiao pushed me out of the elevator, "Professor Bei, do you know him? He's going to have dinner with us today, so ask Mrs. Wang to add a pair of chopsticks."

Shang Yunrou stared at me as if the sky was about to fall. Based on her understanding of Shang Muxiao, she should have guessed my relationship with him at this moment.

I closed my eyes, feeling terrible.

It turned out that this was what he meant by "very interesting". I thought he was going to spend the holidays with me and have a two-person world, but in fact he just wanted to bring me back to add some "meaning". It was my wishful thinking from start to finish.

I'm like a ramen show given away at a hot pot restaurant that exists only to spice up a mediocre dinner tonight.

"Which one is back?" A slender figure stepped down the spiral staircase, the voice was a male voice, and it sounded familiar. I looked up and almost thought I was hallucinating.

The other party was wearing a long-sleeved cheongsam embroidered on a black background, with the side opening to the root of the thigh, with a slender figure, long hair reaching to the waist, and holding a... small dog in his hand, if the makeup on his face was not too strong, It is simply the rebirth of Mei Zixun.

I know two people who are very similar to Mei Zixun and related to the business. One is an actress who amazed Yu Xixi ten years ago, and now Shang Lu's successor, and the other is Shang Mu, the last time I met. Xiao's brother, Fang Qinian. Now, these two people gradually merged into one in front of me, becoming the cheongsam "beauty" in front of me.

Seeing me, Si Ying, or Fang Qinian stopped, he was only slightly surprised, not as big as Shang Yunrou's reaction.

He lowered his eyelids and looked at Shang Muxiao behind me, touched the dog's head and said coolly, "You are really going to die."

Chapter 37 He Can't Be Tamed By Me At All

On the rectangular dining table, Shang Muxiao and I sit on the side, and Fang Qinian and Shang Yunrou sit on the side, leaving the top seat for Shang Lu.

Shang Yunrou was really well-bred, and she didn't drive me out with such an ugly face. She recruited servants to set the dishes and treated me like a normal guest.

I actually didn't want to stay, but I didn't even know where the gate was, and I couldn't leave if I wanted to, so I had to swallow the embarrassment for the time being and wait and see.

"Dead shemale, who allowed you to touch my stuff?" Since there was no meal yet, the servant only served some fruit to satisfy his hunger. Shang Muxiao bit down an apple and pointed the metal fork at Fang Qinian, his tone. Very negative.

"It came to find me on its own." Fang Qinian couldn't pick out any faults in his clothes or outfits. He could go up the stairs to take pictures of the calendars of the Republic of China-style beauties. play.