Chapter 41
Song Muming, who was defined by Tang Shiyong as a pervert, had no idea that Tang Shiyong had surrounded him.

He and the people around him went straight out of the shopping mall. They were driving at the moment and had just come out of the parking lot with their "fiancée".

Into the traffic flow at night, there is a bit of a traffic jam, the low-key BMW is blocked at the east entrance of the mall, making it difficult to move.

Next to him, Yang Shuibei was sitting in the co-pilot, facing him sideways, staring at him. He had already finished his glass of drink, and deliberately sucked the straw to make a "click" sound, as if he meant to haunt him for the rest of his life. .

Song Muming opened the car window, letting the air-conditioning and noise outside the window wash away the silence in the car, if this continues, he will go crazy.

He has seen so many difficult students, and he also admires her perseverance, completely turning a blind eye to his cold face, and even has the momentum to overwhelm him.

"I said, can you be reasonable? Your father didn't let you live alone off campus because he was worried about your safety. It's useless for you to embarrass me now." Song Muming was the first and the second eldest. There are no problems on his head, the only thing he can't solve is the little princess of Yiyang Group, Chairman Yang's darling, Yang Shuibei.

His father is the person in charge of a leading enterprise, and both the local political and military circles have to look at his face to do things, and his influence has spread to the capital.

My mother is a professor at the University of the Arts, an internationally renowned painter, supported by mainstream media in China, and her status in the art world is unparalleled. My elder brother and son follow their father's career, and my uncle is in power in the military. The family loves this little princess the most.

She has been cared for since she was a child, and she grew up pampered by her family. Now that she is in the capital for university entrance exams, the Yang family even specially came over to have dinner with his parents and asked him to take care of her.

But the little princess didn't play the cards according to the rules. When she came to the capital, she wanted to experience the life of ordinary people. She wanted to be like her mother back then, starting from scratch and becoming an artist by herself.

But wanting to be an ordinary person is not easy. There are a lot of plainclothes bodyguards around. Yang Shuibei doesn't feel freedom and equality at all. Her classmates all say that she is the daughter of a wealthy family. They have studied her a lot and there are many gossips.

So Yang Shuibei came up with a bad idea. She went to find Song Muming herself, and asked Song Muming to replace her elder, and go to the National Academy of Fine Arts to help her clarify the rumors about her prominent family background. She is not the eldest lady of a wealthy family at all.

This kind of unreasonable request, and Song Muming can't agree to take responsibility for the accident.

So Yang Shuibei focused on Song Muming. She knew from his mother that he had trouble getting a girlfriend recently, so she deliberately used "fiancée" as an issue.

"I don't care. Anyway, if you don't talk to the school about me, I will always stick to you." Yang Shuibei said indifferently. She came to the capital from Haishi to experience the feeling of "freedom". Just be a princess.

"It's very dangerous, and your parents are doing it for your own good." Song Muming persuaded her patiently, letting her go home to play long ago, but Yang Shuibei just couldn't offend her.

She looks so much like Tang Shiyong, she will be scared to cry when she says something serious.

"But I have to be served by bodyguards in class and study, so what's the point of me studying here?" Just go to the University of Arts, Yang Shuibei retorted: "You can help me lie to my parents and say that I am here." Well, I can't do anything bad."

Since childhood, her mother's deeds have been spread by many people. She also wants to become a great artist like her mother, so she needs Song Muming's help.

Song Muming was about to reject her, when he turned his head and looked through the car window, he saw Tang Shiyong standing at the taxi stand in front of the east gate, waiting for a taxi.

She was wearing a white woolen coat, the white fluff on the collar brushed her face, and her nose was red from the cold.

Suddenly, as if telepathically, Tang Shiyong looked this way and found Song Muming in the car.

Song Muming was inexplicably confused, wanted to turn his head and pretend not to see it, thinking about how to explain this problem in the future.

There was another Yang Shuibei in his car, did she misunderstand?

And Tang Shiyong on the platform was also very decent, neither disappointed nor angry, nor pretending to ignore him, smiled and nodded at him as if they were just friends who met by chance, nodding to show dignity when they saw each other.

Immediately a small motorcycle stopped in front of Tang Shiyong, she took the little pink helmet given by someone, sat behind his motorcycle and was taken away.

In winter, I don’t wear a mask, and I don’t have a scarf or a hat. This kind of wind is not good for the body, and it will be very cold.

Song Muming felt distressed and wanted to catch up, but couldn't move because of the traffic jam.

And if the person next to her, if she doesn't arrange it properly, she might rush to Tang Shiyong and arrange her "fiancée" in front of Tang Shiyong clearly. By then, Tang Shiyong will be gone completely.

Then he came back from England early, which is tantamount to counterproductive.

Yang Shuibei didn't realize that something was wrong with Song Muming, so he said, "I don't care, anyway, you are not my uncle or cousin, go help me clarify with the school that I am not a rich daughter, and I will follow you as your 'fiancee'."

She is not in a hurry to fall in love and get married. Song Muming is different. When she is 30 years old, she will not be able to get married. At worst, she will marry Song Muming. Anyway, her mother has liked him since she was a child.

Yang Shuibei complacently threatened: "How? Don't think I don't know. You brought this cello back from abroad just to chase the girl you chased before. Let me tell you, as long as I follow you, you You can’t send the piano out.”

She lives at Song Muming's house now, and if she doesn't go to class during this time, she can just follow him. He doesn't have to go to class, as long as he can restrain himself from going to someone else.

The cello was placed on the back seat. After Song Muming knew that Tang Shiyong and Jiang Mu had drawn a clear line, he gave up doing more micro-expressions and rushed back immediately, but the sky didn't go his way, and he was entangled by Yang Shuibei again.

Song Muming sighed and threatened: "If you dare to talk nonsense, I will send the photo of your 12-year-old bedwetting to your future husband."

"Hmph! If you don't help me now, my future husband will be you. You can keep it for yourself and enjoy it slowly." Yang Shuibei is not afraid of him. Since she was young, she has made more than one or two messes in his room. , she is not afraid of one more thing.

However, other girls may not be able to wait for him.

Yang Shuibei thought of the photo of the girl he saw on Song Muming's mobile phone, and smiled slyly: "Brother Muming, she is a beautiful woman, you don't think she will really wait for you, do you? What if there is some warm and handsome guy in the meantime Go up and show your courtesy, hehehe..."

Brother Mu Ming, younger sister in Lu Rui's mouth.

Song Muming only felt that his brain was throbbing from Lu Rui's "sister" sound. He was seen by Tang Shiyong just now, and he had to find a way to explain it. Now that Yang Shuibei can't get rid of it, explaining everything is futile.

Yang Shuibei concentrated his firepower and added fire: "Brother Mu Ming, do you know that there is a saying circulating on the Internet?"

"..." Song Muming didn't want to speak, he felt that Yang Shuibei couldn't say anything good.

"It is acceptable to fall in love with an age difference of more than five hundred years. If it is over 50 years old, it is not acceptable to be over five years old." Yang Shuibei said coolly, deliberately provoking Song Muming.

Seeing that Song Muming was still not letting go, Yang Shuibei immediately enlarged his tactics and threatened: "If you don't help me, I'll go find that girl and tell her that you use her as my substitute, you are not sincere at all."

As soon as these words came out, Song Muming's trigeminal nerve jumped repeatedly.

He gave in and surrendered.

"If you want a 'private visit', I won't stop you, but I'll tell you my ugly words first, so don't cry in front of me when I'm bullied." How can life be so easy? The little girl imagined that the world is full of good people .

Forget it, let her taste the sufferings of the world, and she won't be so willful.

"I'm not afraid. My mother was more difficult than me back then. Isn't my father and brother loving me now? I'm sure I can too." Just follow orders, don't talk to messy women outside at all, she must be like her mother.

Song Muming still remembers seeing Yang Shuibei's mother for the first time when she was a child. At that time, her father was beside her, and said that if the child was a daughter, she would marry him, but it turned out that the child was a son, which was Yang Shuibei's brother. Yangshan South.

But the second child is a daughter, so Yang Shuibei always likes to make fun of his fiancée.

After all, Aunt Meng regretted not letting him be her son-in-law.

Just thinking of the suffering in the world, Song Muming thought of Tang Shiyong again. Even if Yang Shuibei pretended to be poor, there was a bodyguard behind him, and there was an Uncle Xie who took good care of her, but Tang Shiyong was alone.

And when she saw what happened today, she had to find a way to coax her.

(End of this chapter)

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