Devil Young Master Infatuated With Wife

"Hur hur, I'm used to it." He spoke in a light voice, as if this was a common occurrence.

Her shirt was unbuttoned to reveal his wound, and the blood was still oozing out. She really had hit him hard, and it was only now that she understood what he meant by used to it.

Last night he'd been the only one paying attention to his gunshot wound, and with Viv at his side, she hadn't been able to see his reddened chest.

But now, the blood from the wound had all dyed his shirt and revealed his bronze colored chest. However, on his chest were deep and shallow scars, crisscrossed one after another. They were obviously ugly, but when they fell on him, it added an indescribable masculinity.

Mo Xiaozhu didn't say anything. She just quietly changed the medicine and bandaged his wound. Then, she whispered, "Why are there so many wounds?"

"Oh, I accidentally did it. It's fine. Oh right, are you going to work tomorrow?" He quickly changed the topic. Obviously, he didn't want to talk about his past.

Mo Xiaozhu felt that she didn't have a reason not to go to work because she told Shui Junping that the child left with Li Lingran, so she could only say, "To work."

"Alright, I'll come pick you up tomorrow morning."

"No …" "No need." Remembering Yuan Runqing's jealousy, she immediately felt chicken skin all over her body.

"Oh, I forgot to tell you. In the absence of Mingshan these two days, there is a meeting in the city regarding the management of the hotels. All the major hotels have sent people there, I think you should go on behalf of Mingshan."

Mo Xiaozhu heaved a sigh of relief. It was just a matter of business. Thinking that she didn't have a car, she said, "Sure, what time do you expect to arrive tomorrow?" As she spoke, she remembered his injury. "Can you drive?"

"Calm down and drive." After a pause, he said, "I'll come pick you up at 9 in the morning."

"Alright."

With that, the two of them quietened down. That quiet gave Mo Xiaozhu a sense of fear. Luckily, Shui Junyu did not linger and said, "It's good to see that you're fine. I'll go back first."

When he left, his footsteps were still so slow that she knew it was because his wound was hurting.

When he saw her again, he didn't even frown, except for a grunt when she punched him, as if the bright red patch on his chest were not a wound but a painting.

He quickly ran to the window and looked outside. After a while, he finally appeared in front of the building. The lights in the car lit up, and he thought he would get into the back seat or the passenger seat.

The car started up and soon disappeared from Mo Xiaozhu's sight, as if he had never been there.

However, inside the room, his aura was still faintly floating in the air. No matter what he did, it couldn't dissipate.

She took a soulless shower and laid on the bed, but she could not fall asleep. In her mind, she could not help but think back to what the strong guy had told her on the phone.

That night, she did not know how many times she had turned over and over. When the sun was about to rise, she fell into a trance and fell asleep.

When he woke up, he was woken up by the alarm clock. He sat up with a 'chi chi' sound and stretched out his hand to feel around. He did not feel any strong strength around him.

When he thought of his promise with Shui Junyu, Mo Xiaozhu rushed into the washroom. He was too haggard in the mirror, she had only slept for three hours and two days, and now her whole face looked wrinkled. She hastily put on a thick makeup and went out to change.

The pink suit made her face look a little better.

When she got downstairs, the familiar Lamborghini stopped in front of the building's entrance. She rushed out, but just then the car door opened, and Shuijun beckoned to her. "Get in."

She got in and sat next to him in the back seat. It was a safe drive, but the thought of him driving to see her last night made her heart skip a beat.

The road seemed so long that he couldn't get to the end of it.

He did not speak, nor did she.

The stuffy atmosphere inside the car made her regret sitting in his car, but now, there was nothing she could do to change it.

Just as she was about to get out of the car, he handed her an information kit that he had already prepared beforehand. "Mm, here you are. You need it for the meeting."

"Thank you." She took it and saw the signboard in front of the conference hall. It was indeed an important meeting in the city. "I'll be leaving first." She leaned over to look at him in the car and whispered.

"Go." He said lightly, then told An Feng to take the car away.

This was a very formal meeting, and Mo Xiaozhu was very busy. Only at this time could she let go of the strong and not think about him.

The whole morning passed by quickly during the meeting. At the end of it, she organized her notes and then walked out of the meeting hall with the information kit given to her by Shui Junyu. She thought that she would have to call a taxi to get back to the hotel, but just as she was about to call a taxi, her phone rang.

"Wait for me, I'll be there in a minute." Before she could reply, Shui Junyu hung up.

Mo Xiaozhu was a little confused, but he had to wait for him. After all, he was the boss.

In fact, he was the true boss of Hua Xiang.

In less than a minute, she saw the car. She thought it was An Feng who was driving, but she didn't expect him to be driving himself. Did she really want to ask him if he was made of iron?

"Get in." As soon as the car stopped, he told her to get in.

"Where to?"

"Get in."

She looked at his chest. Without saying anything, she got into the car and drove away from the venue. He turned on the car's music and an old song floated in the car. It turned out to be Deng Lijun's Sweet Honey.

Honey, I'm smiling so sweetly...

Amidst the sweet singing, his car slowly came to a stop. In front of the car was a bookstore, and two words could be seen dancing in the air: bamboo house.

Blue room.

In the bamboo house.

The Blue Room was what she wanted, and Mu Shaoli had already given it to her.

The bamboo house was a surprise from Shui Junyu. The word bamboo reminded her of a name she hadn't used in a long time: Mo Xiaozhu …

The two words "pleasant surprise" were written all over his face. However, when he walked into the bookstore with her, he didn't expect that there would be even more surprises waiting for her.

The entire room was decorated with bamboo. The light green bamboo was placed on the walls, armrests, tables, and chairs. Even the patterns on the bookshelves were made of bamboo.

Casually picking up a essay poem and flipping through it, he asked, "You like bamboo?"

"Well, do you like it here?" he asked, his voice as flat as water, but his dark eyes were fixed on her, unblinking.

"Not bad." She suppressed the fondness in her heart, but didn't want to express it.

Just as she was seriously flipping through the book in her hand, all of a sudden, as if by magic, he pulled out a folder and placed it in front of her. "This is for you."

"Hmm?" She looked at him suspiciously, not understanding what he meant.

"Open it and take a look."

Mo Xiaozhu opened it out of curiosity. It was actually the certificate of the bamboo house, as well as all the information about the bamboo house, including the business license. Without exception, he asked, "For me?" She pointed at her nose in surprise, disbelief written all over her face.

"Yes, return the Blue Room. You don't need to take anything from that person."

She woke up with a start and found out from the information in her hands that the bamboo house had only been built recently and hadn't even officially opened for business. "You built this bamboo house just to get me out of the blue house?" She was flabbergasted.

"Yes." He actually admitted it, and said it frankly.

"Why did you give it to me instead of another woman?" This was definitely a saying of the utmost wisdom, and she understood it.

"I think you should stay away from him."

"That's it?"

"Yes."

"But I won't accept, thank you. If there's nothing else, I'll be leaving first." Putting down the book in his hand, Mo Xiaozhu turned to leave.

She really didn't want to, if it wasn't for Qiang and Weiwei, she wouldn't even want to talk to him again.

However, his hand was pulled back and he forcefully grabbed onto her hand. "Xiaoxiao, don't leave."

"Mr. Shui, I already have a boyfriend, please let go of your hand." If not for the fact that there were still people in the bamboo house organizing the books and preparing to start their business, she would have shouted at him without a care for anything else.

"Ignore that Mu Shaoli, okay?" He was still holding her hand, and there was a hint of pleading in his voice.

This didn't seem like the first time Mo Xiaozhu saw Shui Junyu, "Why?" she asked, raising her voice. She only wanted him to give her a satisfactory answer.

Her thin lips parted into an elegant arc, and her voice carried a faintly discernible tone. "Because she hates Mu Shaoli, so you shouldn't like him either …"

"Who hates Mu Shaoli?" Her heart skipped a beat as she remembered her previous name: Mo Xiaozhu.

"Oh, nothing." His gaze immediately returned to normal. "Isn't it good to give it to you here?"

Her black eyes looked at her expectantly. She shook her head. "Not good."

"Why?"

"I have nothing to do with you, so why should I accept such a big gift?" Her rhetorical question was as expected, and was indeed the truth.

"Then, what do I need to do in order for you to accept the bamboo house and leave Mu Shaori?"

She suddenly smiled and thought of Yuan Run Qing. The pain from the past gouged out her heart with a piercing pain. Even though she knew it was impossible, she still smiled like a flower and said, "Sure. As long as I become the water wife, I will leave this bamboo house for him."

Shui Junyu's expression suddenly changed. He slowly loosened his grip on her hand and opened his mouth a few times. In the end, he didn't say anything.

She knew it.

What he loved the most was Yuan Run Qing, even if Yuan Run Qing gave him a shot he would endure.

This was true love.

True love can contain everything.

So it turned out that the speculation that the word 'bamboo' brought to her was not true.