How much money would it take for you to forget everything that happened that night with the aloof male god next door?

  Lu Xiao claims to be an emotional expert and often guides Shangshang on the road of secret love.

  At that time, she encountered a rascal, what she feared most was not being able to face Yan Mu Yao in the future, so at that moment her mind was filled with Lu Xiao's insightful emotional summary.

  She said that when Zhū Yīngtái sent off Liang at eighteen, she pretended to be crazy and silly to tease Liang's brother. Báiniángzǐ deliberately made it rain to trick Xǔ Xiān into lending her his umbrella. The Seventh Fairy blocked Dǒng Yǒng's path. Niúláng took advantage of Zhīnǚ washing her bath and took away her clothes...

  These stories tell us that the beginning of great love always has a rogue first.

  In this matter of chasing after Da Shen, you lost to Song Ya Li, not because of anything else, but possibly just because she is better at playing the rogue than you.

  The merchant thinks this sentence is quite reasonable, after all, the ancients were honest with me.

  So she gave up the opportunity to call for help and directly dialed Yan Mu Yao's phone.

  What happened afterwards, she vaguely remembered, but recalled that Yan Mu Yao arrived quickly, and her first action after being completely deprived of reason by the medicine was to pounce on Yan Mu Yao with all her might, aiming at his thin lips and biting them wildly...

  She was tormented all night long and nearly died from exhaustion.

  After taking the medicine, I slept very uncomfortably.

  Before long, I was woken up again by a sudden ring of the mobile phone.

  Nian Mu Yao picked up the phone and lay down, she turned her back on him without the courage to get up, could only continue pretending to sleep.

  On the phone, he didn't know what he said, but he never responded. The room was quiet and frightening, and Shangshang even started to breathe carefully.

  Then came the sound of him opening the door.

  Outside the door was Song Ya Li, who was also holding a phone. The angle of the camera just happened to capture her face full of horror and deep incredulity as she faced Yan Mu Yao...

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  This still makes me recall the scene of Song Ya Li rushing into the traffic, and I feel a lingering fear, irritably stretching out my hand to grab the water cup, only to find it empty.

  Glanced at the time subconsciously, 2:10 in the wee hours.

  Has he come back?

  After a slight hesitation, Shang Shang still got up, holding the water cup and preparing to go downstairs.

  At this time, the villa was shrouded in a thick sleepiness, and it was quiet.

  She pushed open the door and was immediately hit with a thick smell of tobacco smoke. In the darkness, she could vaguely see a small orange-red glow and a slender, blurry figure.

  In the darkness, Shang suddenly recognized the person, "Young uncle..."

  The voice-controlled lights in the corridor lit up at the sound of footsteps.

  A few steps away, Yan Mu Yao didn't know how long he had been leaning there either. A cigarette was burned to the end, and when he turned his body, he faced Shang Cheng's pair of eyes that were somewhat bloodshot.

  Their eyes met, and his gaze remained cold as ever.

  Shang Shang subconsciously tightened his grip on the cup and spoke up first, "Thanks for helping me with tonight's matter."

  She was referring to the fact that she had been diagnosed as pregnant by him.

  "Why should I help you?" He let out a cold laugh, his voice even colder. "Two months ago, that night we didn't take any contraceptive measures."

  This means something, but merchants dare not think deeply about it.

  After that night, her aunt seemed to have never come again, and in an instant, all the blood color on her face was lost...

  "Uncle, this joke is not funny at all."

  The businessman tried to find a flaw on his face, but gained nothing.

  "Little uncle..."

  She was about to retreat when he cut her off with a swift remark, "Xī Gù used 100,000 yuan to buy your regret for the marriage. Tell me how much money it would take to make you forget everything that happened that night?"