Sweet Love Reborn: Mu Ye Chasing His Wife Crematorium

Chapter 449 Everywhere Is Soft, Except Heart
At the end of the meal, Luo Wanning was basically out of state.

Lin Zhiqiu thought that she worked too hard filming, so she didn't delay her rest time any longer.

In the end, she made it clear what she was looking for.

"Wan Ning, I want to ask you to do me a favor!"

"I don't dare to help. If sister Qiu needs me to do something, I will try my best."

"Actually, it's not a big deal. I'm a withdrawn person, so I don't have many friends around me, and I can chat even less. As far as I can see, you are the only one, Wan Ning."

As Lin Zhiqiu spoke, he lowered his eyes and smiled in embarrassment, then took a sip of tea from his cup and said, "I plan to start a new story when I return to China. I hope I can chat with you when I encounter bottlenecks in my creation!"

"Then what's the problem, I can't ask for it!"

The two clinked glasses again, and quickly ended the supper.

When I came out of the daily grocery store, a layer of dense fog was shrouded in the sky above the brightly lit city.

"Wan Ning, don't take a taxi so late, I'll take you back!"

Just as Lin Zhiqiu finished speaking, the white Pagani slowly stopped in front of the two of them.

The window of the car fell slowly, and the man in the driver's seat was indistinct under the blurred light.

"Luo Wanning, your brother asked me to pick you up, and he said he wouldn't sleep if he didn't see you tonight!"

Luo Wanning's eyebrows twitched, she knew who the younger brother was referring to.

"Wan Ning, you still have a younger brother! Since Boss Mu is here to pick you up, I won't delay you, go back quickly!"

Lin Zhiqiu said as he opened the gull-wing door of the supercar, then forcefully stuffed the girl into the car and closed the door.

Luo Wanning had no choice but to wave her hand out of the window and said, "Bye bye, sister Qiu, let's get in touch again."

Half of the words were spoken, and the rest of the words were taken away by the speeding sports car.

Lin Zhiqiu looked enviously at the direction the car left, until the red taillights disappeared into the thick night
Pagani boarded the elevated road around the city, and soon drove out at the intersection leading to Zhuluyuan.

Luo Wanning, who was silent for most of the way, finally asked about the exclusive copyright of "The Forgotten Time".

Mu Shihan didn't have any unexpected expression, only the corners of his lips curled up in an indifferent arc.

"This is the price Luo Mingyuan has to pay!"

"Then why didn't you tell me earlier?" Luo Wanning turned to look at him.

"I'm afraid you're soft-hearted."

"scoff~"

Luo Wanning snorted lightly, and turned her gaze out of the window again.

In fact, he was right to worry.

Until now, no matter what her scumbag father did to her, she never had the heart to use special means to deal with him, even the vicious white lotus mother and daughter beside him.

She wanted to see where her biological father's bottom line was, but judging from the other party's behavior in breaking the "scandal" to the media a while ago, he had no bottom line at all.

Therefore, what's the point of her softening her heart again and again?
"Hmph, I'm soft everywhere now, except my heart!"

I don't know what's wrong with these words, but the steering wheel in Mu Shihan's hand was tilted, and the car instantly drove into an S shape on the flat road.

Ahhh~
As expected, it is not possible to get wet in late autumn, Luo Wanning suddenly felt dizzy.

She sniffed, folded her arms against the seat and closed her eyes.

"I'm tired, I'll rest for a while, call me when I arrive!"

She fell asleep and woke up again at noon the next day.

In a daze, it seemed that something small was stepping on her stomach.

She raised her hand and rubbed her eyes, then squinted and turned her head.

The familiar floor-to-ceiling windows, the familiar white gauze curtains, and the familiar scenery outside the window are all explaining a problem to her——

This is not Zhulu Garden, nor Qinjiang Emperor View.

She held her forehead helplessly, but when she raised her hand, she touched something like a dog skin plaster on her forehead.

Tear it off and take a look, it's a fever-reducing sticker.

Have a fever?

She touched her forehead again, and sure enough, the temperature was higher than usual.

(End of this chapter)