Silent.

The screen seemed to be frozen.

Everyone was dumbfounded as they turned around gracefully, and then picked up Mu Wanqing who was also as dull as a puppet, and walked away.

After a long, long time, before they realized it, everyone screamed in panic:

"Killed!!!"

"Quickly call the police and call 110!!!"

"Killed, admired Fan killed—"

……

**

In the dilapidated and narrow rental house, although there were very few furniture and decorations, it was cleaned and tidy, and the first floor was not stained. Under the dim orange light, it looked warm and comfortable.

Looking around, the most eye-catching thing is undoubtedly the vibrant potted plants placed on the windows of the room.

The delicately blooming flowers swayed gently with the night wind that slowly slipped in from the window, very beautiful, very moving, very exciting.

Mu Wanqing just took a shower, with long wet hair, she sat obediently on the edge of the bed, staring at the big round eyes, looking up at the man who was carefully applying the ointment on the corner of her mouth.

His brows were deeply wrinkled and tightly locked, like a pimple that couldn't be ironed out.

Involuntarily, she raised her icy fingertips and pressed them softly: "Mu Fan, can you stop frowning?! Just like the little old man." She was very nervous watching.

Hearing this, admiring Fan's thick sword-shaped eyebrows, she abruptly drew back even more forcefully, using a cotton swab dipped in ointment, when applying the wound, secretly exerting force.

"Hiss~, it hurts..."

Yang Mufan's hands were a bit heavy, Mu Wanqing whispered softly and slenderly.

Yang Mufan glanced at her indifferently, and said sarcastically, "Now I know it hurts?! If I knew it earlier, why did I go?!"

"Mu Wanqing, I really found out: You are getting more and more brainless and stupid. How can you compare yourself with a group of vulgar and uneducated shrews? What are you doing to piss them off?! Don't want to live anymore?!"

Fortunately, only Zou Limei did it. If everyone did it together, the consequences would be disastrous.

It is estimated that Mu Wanqing has been trampled into meat sauce long ago, and she can't even pick it up.

Mu Wanqing listened to his scolding, her mouth curled up instinctively: "But, they called you trash, and you obviously weren't! I heard them scold you, and I didn't know what happened to me at that time... ..."

As soon as his brain became hot, his sanity was completely lost, and he rushed forward with arrogance.

In fact, it was not the first time to fight for him.

When she was in elementary school, her classmates laughed at Yang Mufan and Yang Muchen for picking up trash, and deliberately hit them with a drink bottle, and she fought with them.

Although she was beaten up terribly, just like now, her nose was bruised and her face was swollen, and she was punished to stand at the door of the office and lie down in the corridor to write a self-criticism, but she didn't feel wronged, she couldn't even cry, she was faintly perverted and happy.

Because, that day, Yang Mufan was sitting in the school garden helping her to apply medicine.

She remembered that the sun was very bright and brilliant that day, and the rose flowers in the flower bed were blooming extremely gorgeously, as beautiful as the world she had at that time.

As for Yang Mufan, the action of applying the medicine suddenly stopped, and at that moment, he clearly felt: There seemed to be a warm current flowing slowly from his cold and temperatureless heart, just like that year...

When he came back to his senses, he glanced at Mu Wanqing's expression coldly, and unceremoniously raised his hand to pinch her mouth: "Mu Wanqing, you pouted your mouth again, take it back!!"

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