"Zhou Renxiong, isn't he a member of the underworld? Mom, we'd better not get involved with this kind of person." Mu Nuanxin frowned and said.
"I know it too, but Nuan Xin... I can't help it. You also said that your father was wronged. We can't just watch him die unjustly! Today Zhou Renxiong sent someone to the house and said..."
"What did you say?" Mu Nuanxin intuitively knew that nothing good would happen.
"He said that as long as you are willing to accompany him once, he will help rescue your father..." Yang Peijie lowered her head guiltily, not daring to look into her daughter's bright eyes.
Mu Nuanxin's breath was suffocated. She looked at her mother without daring to write a letter, and her face immediately turned as pale as paper...
The solution her mother said was to let her accompany a man who was twenty years older than her!
"Nuan Xin, Mom knows that I have wronged you, but now there is really no other way. Do you really have the heart to watch your father die? If it is less than one billion, your father will really be sentenced to death.
"Yang Peijie said, covering her lips and crying sadly again.
Mu Nuanxin sat stiffly on the sofa, looking at the woman crying miserably in front of her. After a long time, she said, "Mom, stop crying, I just promised him."
Yang Peijie's crying stopped abruptly. She turned her head sharply to look at her daughter beside her, as if she finally saw the light of day...
On the weekend, Mu Nuanxin had a rare two-day rest at home. Mu Qiqi went to find her classmates to do homework, and she was the only one in the room.
She took off her top and then untied the wound that she had simply bandaged that day. Looking at the shocking stab wound in the mirror, her delicate brows wrinkled slightly. The wound was not serious at first, but because it was not treated properly, it was so painful when she took a shower.
It was exposed to water again, and now it seems to have become inflamed, and the wound has begun to fester.
"Nuanxin, Mr. Zhou's people have arrived!" Yang Peijie's voice sounded outside the door.
"I know, Mom, wait a minute, I'm changing clothes." Mu Nuanxin simply treated the wound, then put on a T-shirt, and threw the bloody strips of cloth on the bed.
end.
Opening the door, Yang Peijie walked in with a smile on her face, holding a dark purple box with one or two exquisite ribbons tied on it.
"Mom, what is this?" Mu Nuanxin frowned and looked at the box her mother carefully placed on the bed.
"This is a gift from Mr. Zhou's life. It's heart-warming. Look how kind Mr. Zhou is to you." Yang Peijie looked at her daughter with a smile.
"Mom, we can no longer accept other people's things. I have my own clothes." Mu Nuanxin resisted instinctively and immediately refused.
After hearing her words, Yang Peijie's smile immediately froze on her face. She walked up to Mu Nuanxin, stretched out her hand to straighten her long hair hanging on her chest, and said guiltily, "Nuanxin, mother knows that this time
I feel wronged to you, but in order to save your father, can you endure it? If you disobey him now, it will only be your father who suffers."
Mu Nuanxin's chest suddenly felt tight. Yes, she had no right to refuse anything now. She could only nod and agree, "Mom, I understand. I'll put it on right away."
Yang Peijie nodded with satisfaction, sighed heavily, and walked out of the room.
Mu Nuanxin changed into the clothes sent by Zhou Renxiong. She wore a pure white strapless dress, with her beautiful collarbone looming. The material of the skirt was so white that it seemed transparent. The hem of the skirt curved from high to low, revealing the girl.
Those slender legs as white as jade, and the corners of her skirt were covered with diamonds, like countless beautiful dewdrops.
