419 Lovers: President Leng's Crazy Night

This is the first time for Su Mumu to go out on a long trip by herself. Because she had simple company before, it didn't seem boring for more than ten hours. Now sitting alone in the seat, except for reading a book and looking at the clouds outside the window, it seems that there is nothing to do. It can be done.

Beside him was a well-dressed young man who looked like he was an artist, because his hairstyle was made like Liu Huan's. His hair was black and shiny, and if he cut it, he might sell it for hundreds of dollars.

The two of them had hardly looked at each other since they were seated, and Su Mumu was not the kind of person who knew each other. In addition, Jian Jian had warned her not to talk to strangers, especially strangers, so she kept silent all the time.

After flipping through the magazine for a while, she leaned back on the chair and began to close her eyes to rest her mind. She really fell asleep after resting, and seemed to hear a voice between half-dream and half-awake. Sounds more like a lullaby.

Su Mumu babbled, changed her position and continued to sleep. [

"Su, Mu, Mu..." Why did that voice sound more and more like calling her name?

She opened her eyes slightly, only to realize that a person beside her was looking at her with a slight frown. She was a little puzzled, how did this person know her name?Could it be...

Scared by her own thoughts, she opened her eyes suddenly and asked, "You... who are you, and how do you know my name?"

The corner of the man's mouth moved, and asked:

"You should be Su Mumu, right?"

Su Mumu looked at him defensively and didn't answer.

The man smiled when he saw her reaction, and introduced himself:

"I'm Mo Fan, from the XX Fine Arts Department of University A."

Su Mumu shook her head: "I don't know."

The corner of the man's mouth twitched, surprised: "You don't know him?"

"You are a University A, so I must know you?" Su Mumu also looked puzzled.

When Mo Fan saw her reaction, he even swallowed his shit, "I'm Mo Fan, Mo Fan, if you think about it carefully, don't you remember?"

Su Mumu searched in her mind, but she really didn't remember it.

Mo Fan took a deep breath and forced himself to be calm: "Miss Su, can you move your noble legs, your feet have been galloping on my shoelaces for 15 minutes."

Su Mumu blinked and looked down. It was obvious that what Mo Fan said was very conservative. Not only the laces of his high leather boots were trampled on by her, but even the uppers of the boots were trampled by her.

She immediately retracted her feet, looking at a footprint on the black shoe, she smiled a little embarrassedly:

"I'm sorry, I thought I was stepping on..." Jian Jian, she stopped in time and just smiled dryly at him.

Mo Fan didn't bother with her, he took out a tissue from his bag, and wiped the places she stepped on very, very carefully.

The corner of Su Mumu's mouth twitched, as for it?Unable to bear it, he turned his head and looked out the window without speaking. [

That Mo Fan over there finished polishing his shoes, he was reluctant to let go, and chased Su Mumu and asked:

"You really don't remember me?"

Su Mumu was irritated by him for a while, "Why should I remember you, are you my mother or my lover, I must remember you?"

Mo Fan was taken aback by the yelling, and blinked:

"I thought that since you have confessed your love to me, you should remember me!"

Confession?This time, Su Mumu was stunned. When did she confess her love to a man?Her world is very simple! ! !