Top beauties: Beijing bigwigs gathered at Shura Field

Chapter 200 Don’t care

The moment their lips and tongues touched, the hot and aggressive masculine scent penetrated into their nostrils from all directions.

Jiang Wan's tearful pupils shrank, and she raised her hands to struggle. However, Xing Muyao not only endured it all as if he didn't care, he also tightened his grip on her waist and kissed her even deeper.

In fact, the man's kiss was completely random, but it was as violent and passionate as a storm, making people's bodies go limp.

Jiang Wan was being entangled and sucked, and she almost suspected that she was going to be sucked into pieces by the man. She could only whimper helplessly and pleadingly.

The moment she struggled to open her wet eyelashes, she vaguely caught a glimpse of the man's extremely dark and slightly red eyes in the dim light.

The emotions there were too strong, so strong that Jiang Wan felt inexplicably suffocated and forgot to struggle for a moment.

It was not until she vaguely heard several footsteps approaching that she suddenly opened her eyes wide and tried to push him away again to break free.

Unexpectedly, just as her fingertips touched Xing Muyao's chest, the man put his arm around her waist, stepped into the car, held her in his arms, and then slammed the door.

The surroundings became completely dark, and Jiang Wan had no idea how the people outside reacted. He only felt that the carriage was becoming increasingly cramped, and the air was becoming increasingly stuffy.

The man was so tall that he could hold her tightly with one hand.

Jiang Guan had no power to resist, nor could she see his appearance clearly. She could only feel his strong heartbeat very clearly. Her breathing became increasingly disordered, and she gasped for a long time and was unable to speak.

At this moment, the man's low and hoarse voice fell into my ears: "No one will come."

Jiang Wan's thick eyelashes trembled. Realizing that she was still unable to move, she could only take a deep breath and said in a muffled voice: "Then let me go first."

Xing Muyao did not respond, but instead held his arms tighter and buried his head deep in her neck.

"Jiang Wan, I thought you had forgotten me."

His tone was calm, but it made Jiang Wan's heart tremble inexplicably.

She was silent for a moment, then she whispered softly: "I haven't forgotten..."

The memories related to Xing Muyao were indeed long enough away for her in her previous life, but she had never really forgotten them, she just didn't think about them deliberately.

Looking back, at least in the matter of Mu Lin, she owed Xing Muyao.

She knew what he was thinking, used him, and never even looked for him, but he had never asked her for anything until now.

Thinking of this, she sighed softly and asked in a low voice: "Xing Muyao, what do you want?"

However, the man did not respond to this question. Instead, he said, "Call me A Yao in the past."

Jiang Wan didn't expect Xing Muyao to focus on the name at this time, but suddenly she thought of something, and she lowered her eyelashes and pursed her lips: "Before I call you A Yao, can you answer a few questions for me?"

She always knew when to give in, and she was very good at manipulating people's hearts.

No one knew it better than Xing Muyao, but to him, it didn't matter.

"You ask."

He lets her ask, but doesn't make it clear whether he will answer.

Jiang Wan heard the loophole and curled her fingertips against his chest: "Fu Qing is yours, right?"

Unexpectedly, as soon as he finished speaking, Xing Muyao hummed softly.

"Yes."

Jiang Wan's eyes flickered. She didn't expect that he would admit it so straightforwardly. Her breathing became more and more difficult.

"Since when have you been by my side?"

This time she was answered with silence.

Jiang Wan pursed her lips and asked again: "Qiu Yihui, and Mu Lin, was it you who did it?"

Xing Muyao: "Yeah."

Jiang Wan's eyelids twitched and he was speechless for a long time.

"Let's not talk about Qiu Yihui for now. Mu Lin has already involved a life. If you kill him like this, what if you get caught..."

"He deserves to die."

Xing Muyao interrupted her, his tone calm and without any fluctuation: "Don't worry about it."

Jiang Wan's eyes were sore: "It's not a question of whether I care or not, I mean you..."

Xing Muyao finally realized what was going on and raised his head from her neck, staring at her with his dark eyes: "Are you worried about me?"

The man's deep gaze and breath wrapped around her tightly. Jiang Wan opened her lips and turned her face away from his sight. Her originally soft and lingering voice became even lower and almost inaudible: "You did this because of me, so I have reason to worry."

After a pause, she looked at him again and said hesitantly, "How did you manage not to be discovered?"

The answer to this question is of course related to Xing Muyao’s current identity.

He did so many things but was not held accountable. The man's identity was obviously very complicated, not to mention that he and those people just now had guns in their hands...

Apart from this, Mu Lin was fine at the time. The Pan family was already powerful compared to ordinary dignitaries, but Xing Muyao was still able to bring Pan Mingqi out, who should have been in the intensive care unit or in prison.

What kind of person can do this?

Jiang Wan asked hesitantly, and Xing Muyao fell silent again.

In fact, Jiang Wan knew it.

She knew that Xing Muyao had never and would never lie to her.

Most of the time, men will answer every question. They will only remain silent if they really don't know how to speak.

Suddenly she thought of something, her heartbeat quickened, and she asked stiffly, "If that's the case, who do I meet and what do I do every day? Do you know that?"

No one can accept suddenly knowing one day that everything they have done happened under the nose of another person, let alone Jiang Wan who already holds a secret concerning life and death.

However, even though he asked the question, Jiang Wan did not expect Xing Muyao to answer it.

The man looked at her and fell silent again.

Jiang Wan clenched her fingertips, lowered her eyelashes and was about to ask the next question, but she heard a man's voice without any emotion in it.

"I know."

What do you know? How much do you know?

Jiang Wan's throat tightened and she couldn't tell what she was feeling at the moment.

Xing Muyao has too many secrets and human lives are at stake, but she doesn't sense any threat and is even almost certain that the man will not hurt her for no reason.

For Jiang Wan, who had already died once, this shouldn't happen...

Xing Muyao seemed not to notice her stiffness. He held the back of her neck and slowly kissed her lips.

He knew who she met and what she did every day. He knew who had held her in his arms and kissed her deeply like this, even deeper and more intimately than this.

But even though he was so jealous that he wanted to crush those people on the spot, get rid of them all and then replace them, in the end he could only choose to watch helplessly, or even "add fuel to the flames" and clean up the mess for her.

She had managed to survive with great difficulty, and all he had to do was to solve all the problems for her.

Whatever she wants, she should have it.

Nothing else matters.

The man's hot breath burned Jiang Wan's neck so much that it turned red, but there was no blur in her eyes.

If she really had no secrets under Xing Muyao's nose, then she couldn't help but be on guard, even suspicious...

Perhaps noticing her increasingly confused thoughts, the man pressed down her hand that was firmly pressed against her body and interlocked their fingers.

"Don't be uneasy, and don't suspect that I have ulterior motives."

Her thoughts were seen through so easily. Jiang Wan's heart trembled slightly. When she was speechless, Xing Muyao suddenly handed something to her.

The cold touch made Jiang Wan suddenly realize something. Her pupils suddenly contracted, but she dared not move her fingertips. Her whole body froze in Xing Muyao's arms.

She trembled as she opened her lips to say something, but she heard the man say, "A long time ago, I used a model to teach you how to hold a gun. Do you remember?"

Jiang Guan's eyes instantly turned red, and she was shaking all over, unable to utter a word. The man held her hand and she slowly raised it, pressing it firmly against his chest.

"Jiang Wan, I won't show up when you don't want to see me. It doesn't matter if you forget me, because at least now, I can't help but follow you."

"If one day you feel that I have become a hindrance to you, don't let your imagination run wild and don't cry."

"I can take care of myself."