"Chen Hansheng, don't have a girlfriend if you don't even have a car. It's not a glorious thing to have her wait for the car with you on the roadside barefoot in the cold winter."

The cold and harsh words reached Chen Hansheng's ears, and his face immediately turned red, feeling awkward and embarrassed as if he had done something wrong and was being punished.

It was his fault. He really shouldn't have let Janna accompany him to wait for the bus on such a cold night.

Just when Chen Hansheng was about to apologize, Qiao Muyuan turned his head and looked at Ji Changmu with disdain: "What does it have to do with you? It's not your turn to make irresponsible remarks on what I want to do. I just want to come out tonight to have some fun.

, I don’t want to take a car. By the way, what does it matter if Chen Hansheng doesn’t have a car? If he likes it, I can give him one tomorrow."

Ji Changmu stared at Qiao Muyuan with his slightly scarlet eyes.

Chen Hansheng knew he was wrong, so he pulled Qiao Muyuan away to apologize to Ji Changmu: "Mr. Boris, I'm sorry, you are right, it was my lack of consideration."

With that said, Chen Hansheng took off his down jacket and prepared to put it on Qiao Muyuan.

But before his clothes fell on Qiao Muyuan, the car door suddenly opened, and the man in the driver's seat stepped out with his long legs, grabbed Qiao Muyuan's arm and pressed her into the passenger seat.

Close the door, lock the windows, and start the car, almost all at once.

Chen Hansheng was stunned, holding his down jacket blankly, standing alone, looking at the Mercedes-Benz in front of him.

It took Qiao Muyuan two minutes to regain his composure. His movements were too large, and his wrists were sore from being strangled by him, and his feet were also hurting.

"Ji Changmu, have you been infected with a mental illness? Let me go, I don't want you to let me go... You hurt my hand... Stop the car!"

She shouted several times, but the man didn't respond.

She simply kicked the seat and the car door a few times. Unhappy, she wanted to grab his steering wheel.

Ji Changmu braked suddenly and parked the car on the side of the deserted street, and firmly grabbed her hand that was moving around: "Qiao Muyuan, do you want to die?"

"Can you stop bullying me..." Qiao Muyuan burst into tears, "You let me down... You let go..."

"Your hands are very cold." He let go of her and took a thermos cup filled with hot water from the car to her, "Take it."

The man's tough facial lines softened a bit in the darkness, and his eyes flickered.

The temperature in the car was very high. He was only wearing a black turtleneck sweater, and his eyes never left Qiao Muyuan.

He almost threw the thermos cup into her arms, and took a brick-red blanket from the back row to cover her legs. Seeing that she was wearing thin disposable slippers, he asked in a hoarse voice: "

Are your feet cold?”

She thought he was laughing at her and disagreed: "Not that squeamish."

"You were very coquettish when you were with me." Ji Changmu turned sideways, took the petite girl into his arms, hugged her, held down her erratic feet, and touched her feet, which were quite cold.

He hugged her and took off her uncomfortable-looking disposable slippers. He saw red marks on her heels and a few blisters on her toes. He used his fingers to touch her sore spots with malicious intent.

Clicked.

Qiao Muyuan suddenly screamed in pain, and stretched out his hand to hit him: "Ji Changmu, what are you doing! You are not a human being!"

It hurts so much!
Chapter completed!