Carrying Her

Su Muxue closed her eyes lightly and so she didn't see the complicated look flashing in Yan Zhao's eyes when he heard that.

"Why? Miss Su, you'd want to buy me a car?"

Su Muxue leaned her head against the back of the chair. She hated it when he talked to her in this tone.

Besides, things were going in the direction that she least wanted to see.

Yan Zhao, who'd accepted an apartment from the Su family, didn't think this was a good thing. On the contrary, he felt that this was to humiliate him.

Su Muxue couldn't help but roll her eyes at the male chauvinism.

Who would give such a big house just to humiliate someone!

If this was humiliation, then please let more of such humiliation come!

Indeed, someone who doesn't manage the household truly does not know the cost of doing so.

Many ordinary people slog their entire lives in order to afford a house. In her previous life, she had also worked very hard for a long time before she had her own house.

These young masters' thoughts were indeed different from ordinary people's.

When they arrived at the entrance of the estate, the two of them alighted from the car.

Su Muxue was sober, but this body wasn't used to too much alcohol. After the journey, she couldn't stand straight at all.

They couldn't go far if he kept holding on to her, so Yan Zhao simply squatted down.

Before Su Muxue understood what he meant, she felt her body automatically leaning against his back.

She was really thinking of one thing and actually doing another.

However, she didn't control herself well and her whole body fell heavily on Yan Zhao's back.

Her body was fine, but when her nose hit the back of his head, it immediately went sore.

"Ugh…" Su Muxue was in so much pain that even tears flowed out of her eyes.

"How is it?"

That heavy blow had knocked Yan Zhao hard enough. He didn't get up, giving Su Muxue time to observe the situation.

Su Muxue calmed down for a moment. When she felt that her nose was not bleeding, she said in a muffled voice, "It's alright."

For some reason, Yan Zhao liked the sound of her crying out in pain more than anything else. The voice instinctively made by her was tinged with grievance and disbelief, it was very lively.

However, there was rationality in those two words. Although the rationality was also instinctive, it just did not sound as pleasant as before.

Walking in the neighborhood with her on his back, the street lamps were bright and the moon was gleaming. Yan Zhao suddenly couldn't remember what Su Muxue used to be like.

Actually, he had never told anyone that most of the people in the world he saw were gray.

It was as if they followed a preordained plan. Sticking to the path was part of the plan, but so were any deviations.

Yan Zhao saw even the blood that flowed from his mother's car accident as gray.

This was not a visual discovery, but a sensation in his brain.

Su Muxue, on the other hand, was one of the rare few that he could feel colors from.

During the three years that he had been with the Su family, he rarely felt that she was colored. But now, the colors she had lasted for a long time.

Yan Zhao didn't know what this meant, he just knew that the person on his back had changed quite a bit.

"Well, thanks for sending me back."

Su Muxue shut her eyes and tried her best not to let her heavy breathing hit Yan Zhao's ears.

Although she was the one who hinted for him to pick her up, she knew how to avoid suspicion.

Even so, she could still smell a faint lemon fragrance.

"How are you going to thank me?"

Yan Zhao knew what she was hinting at in the evening, but they didn't bring up this topic.

He answered instinctively. Maybe it was because the night was gentle and the atmosphere was quiet, he felt like joking. "Miss Su, perhaps you'd want to buy me a car?"

The same words were said but due to the difference in tone, the two of them had a completely different state of mind.

Su Muxue agreed with a smile. "Sure. Which one do you want?"

Yan Zhao smiled faintly and didn't answer.