"Let go..." Mu Huan struggled vaguely twice, but Feng Tingbei hugged her tighter and kissed her deeper.

Mu Huan's brain was running rapidly for a while, and then it stopped at the risk of sparks.

She was greedy for the smell of this man and the tenderness that was released only to her.

After an unknown amount of time, when Mu Huan was almost out of breath, Feng Tingbei finally let her go.

Mu Huan fell limply into Feng Tingbei's arms. The man smiled and kissed her forehead, whispering in a low voice, "I finally know how to 'cure' you."

When a woman is angry and unreasonable, don't tell her the truth and reason with her. Only by kissing her, hugging her, and loving her hard can you shut her up.

"You have a weak soul!" Mu Huan was about to get angry when he suddenly noticed a figure appearing at the door of the restaurant. It was the haggard Su Jiu.

Her heart skipped a beat: How long has Ajiu been here? Have you seen everything?

Feng Tingbei naturally put his arms around Mu Huan's shoulders and introduced to Su Jiu, "Sister Mu and I have reconciled again."

"Who made peace with you? Why did you use 'again'?" Mu Huan felt that this man was completely unreasonable.

"You slept with me last night, and it still doesn't count as reconciliation?"

Feng Tingbei perfectly used the power of dog-skin plaster. Anyway, he will stick to Mu Huan for the rest of his life.

"What do you mean I slept with you? It was obviously you who seduced me while I was drunk."

"I only seduce you, and you are only seduced by me. If we are not reconciled, what are we?" Feng Tingbei said plausibly.

"I saw Han Shaozong, I really saw him. He is not dead, and I am not crazy." Su Jiu suddenly spoke. Her voice was small, but her words were clear.

The Su family all thought she was talking nonsense. Su Wanxing and her mother Shi Yujie even framed her as having mental problems and insisted that Mr. Su send her to a mental hospital.

"Really, Ajiu? Where did you see him?" Mu Huan shook off Feng Tingbei's hand and hurriedly walked towards Su Jiu.

Looking from a distance, she just felt that Su Jiu was very haggard and a little thinner.

When she went up to hold Su Jiu's slightly trembling hand, she realized that Su Jiu was much thinner than she thought. It was just that her whole body was swollen and the difference from before was not that obvious.

Mu Huan hurriedly helped her sit down on a chair, grabbed her wrist and took her pulse.

It was difficult for Su Jiu to even walk, but she used all her strength to hold on to Mu Huan tightly, as if she was holding on to the last straw.

"Sister Mu, do you believe me? Do you really believe me?"

Su Jiu had tears in her eyes. After she returned to Su Mansion, she was regarded as a madman by her family. No one except Su Yifan was willing to believe her.

But Su Yifan did not live in Su Mansion permanently, so her stepmother confiscated her mobile phone and prohibited her from calling Su Yifan.

"Of course, we didn't find Han Shaozong's body, so of course he may still be alive. Besides, I believe you. I know you will never lie to us."

Mu Huan's firm answer and unconditional trust were like a bright light, illuminating Su Jiu's dark inner world.

She hugged Mu Huan fiercely and burst into tears.

Tears wet Mu Huan's skirt. Feng Tingbei brought a tissue and did not hand it directly to Su Jiu. Instead, he put it in Mu Huan's hand and let her take it out.

Mu Huan was like Su Jiu's biological sister, patting her back gently and letting her vent her many accumulated grievances and unbearable feelings.

It wasn't until her crying stopped that Mu Huan handed over a tissue and continued to ask:

"When did you first meet Han Shaozong? Where? Was it at the Su Mansion?"


Chapter completed!