Devil husband is a little small

Early winter, rainy.

Mu Wanxi walked into a low-level and dirty bar, the stale air was mixed with the smell of alcohol and cheap perfume; under the dim lights, men and women crowded together, sometimes laughing wildly, sometimes dancing enthusiastically...

Mu Wanxi had never seen such a scene before, she quickly turned her head to avoid them, her watery eyes looked around the bar anxiously, she just wanted to find that person quickly and leave this place as soon as possible.

I just searched around but couldn't find him, Juanxiu frowned slightly, a little unhappy.

Didn't you say it's okay to wait for yourself here?

The man passing by was drunk, his malicious eyes swept over Mu Wanxi's body, a playful smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and his obscene eyes made her feel uncomfortable.

He turned around and was about to leave. He had just taken a step, but before he could take the second step; suddenly, there was a loud noise behind him, and there was chaos. Men and women ran towards the exit in panic. The crowd and collision made Mu Wanxi almost helpless stand firm.

Between the sparks, she wanted to look back, but when she turned her head, there was darkness in front of her eyes, hot palms wrapped around her slender waist, and a hoarse and familiar voice floated in her ears, she couldn't help but struggle, "Don't look, go quickly !"

After some jostling and chaos, Mu Wanxi was dragged abruptly to the alley behind the bar. While running, she lost a shoe, her clothes were stained with dirt, and her hair was messy. She looked like an African refugee.

Mu Wanxi panted heavily, looked up at the black figure leaning against the wall, the lights at the entrance of the alley were glowing faintly, and he could barely see that Xiao Jian's jaw was tense, his thin lips were pursed in an emotionless arc, standing upright On the bridge of his nose, there was a mocking smile flowing in his stern eyes that were as cold as cold stars.

"Yin Mujue, this is the living expenses Daddy wants me to give you." Mu Wanxi took out a paper bag from her bag and handed it to him.

At the age of eight, Yin Mujue was taken away by Hong Zhentao and raised. Before that, Mu Jue had transferred the living expenses directly to Hong Zhentao. When Yin Mujue went to junior high school and started boarding life; Mu Jue was worried that the relationship between their siblings would become unfamiliar. Every month of Jue's life is handed over by Mu Wanxi to Yin Mujue's hands.

Yin Mujue smiled ironically on his flirtatious lips, reached out to take the paper bag, turned around and left without saying a word.

The light stretched his back very long, a little lonely and a little rebellious.

Mu Wanxi's eyes looked at the ground from his back, only then did she realize that something was wrong, there were obvious blood stains on the ground, and she was following Yin Mujue's footsteps...

"Yin Mujue..." Mu Wanxi trotted up to him and said worriedly, "You're hurt."

Because he was dressed in black and the light was not good, it was impossible to see that he was bleeding.

Yin Mujue stopped, staring at her with sharp eyes, a playful smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, "Are you caring about me?"

"You're my younger brother, of course I care about you..." Even though we haven't met each other in the past few years, even if we only see each other once a month, there are very few opportunities to talk except for giving money, but in Mu Wanxi's In his heart, Yin Mujue has always been his younger brother.

Yin Mujue pursed his thin lips, and leaned closer to her, so close that Mu Wanxi could almost smell his breath. It didn't seem to be such a pungent smell, but a faint smell of tobacco and blood intertwined.

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Let’s take a look at the end articles of Yi Yan: "Rich Chess Pieces: Wrongly Married to a Hearty CEO", "Fatal Marriage: Encounter with a Cold-Blooded Tycoon!" ""Evil Baby: Daddy, please get out of here!" "