"Chu Yue, Chu Yue!" Shen Suiyun's voice came from outside, "Where have you been? I've been looking for you for a long time."
"Ah - ah ah ah! You guys!"
Shen Suiyun's face suddenly turned pale, as if he had been drained, and he stared at them blankly. He held a large handful of various flowers in his hand.
With a rustling sound, the flowers all fell to the ground.
What was displayed in front of him was Chu Yue's open collar, revealing her white and slender neck, with red kiss marks on her delicate collarbone. Mu Youche's hands were tightly clasped around her waist, and her cheeks were flushed. Xia, indescribably beautiful and ambiguous...
them……
He was stunned.
He felt as if his heart had been taken away. If she married his eldest brother, he would be extremely happy and willing to part with her.
But why another man?
Chu Yue's cheeks were red with embarrassment, and she struggled to get up. Mu Youche used force on his hands to tightly restrain her in his arms, and looked at Shen Suiyun with cold and provocative eyes.
Shen Suiyun said angrily: "Mu Youche, let go of Chu Yue, why are you so shameless? How can you bully women casually?"
Mu Youche hugged Chu Yue tightly, neither letting her escape nor causing trouble. He hugged her leisurely, looked at Shen Suiyun coldly with his lips curled up, "You are the one who deserves to be scolded."
Shen Suiyun's eyes widened, "Why do you scold me? You are shameless. Aren't you unhappy because you didn't look at the moon?"
Mu Youche narrowed his eyes, with murderous intent on his mind, and said coldly: "Did you also call me Yue'er?"
Shen Suiyun's face was livid, "Mu Youche, you are so shameless. If I don't kick you out of the villa, you can seek medical treatment from whomever you like. My eldest brother and I will ignore you."
Mu Youche sneered coldly: "Do you have the final say?"
These words unintentionally touched Shen Suiyun's pain, and he withdrew the software from his waist with a clang. Like a stream of autumn water, there was a faint glimmer of light, and the sword light pointed directly at Mu Youche's throat.
Chu Yue was startled and wanted to raise her hand to withdraw the knife, but Mu Youche thought she wanted to escape and held her tightly.
He didn't care at all about the soft sword coming at him.
Chu Yue was anxious: "You want to die!"
He curled his lips and stared at her deeply with lowered eyes, all tenderness in his mouth.
Chu Yue watched as the soft sword blazed with brilliance and pierced towards her as fast as a flying arrow.
