Beloved of Bossy President

The black car still followed Mingke leisurely. Mu Zijin in the car looked at her. After a long time, he suddenly said, "get on the bus. I'll take you back to school."

Mingke ignored him at all, walking on the inside of the road, still walking forward.

Just walk a few minutes to the station. She doesn't want to get on his bus. Who knows where he will take her.

She was still so defensive against him that she didn't feel the need to deal with him at all.

The driver is still driving on the road slowly sliding, to keep up with her pace, Mu Zijin cold voice slowly spread: "if you really want to take the bus, then I accompany you, but this time the bus is probably not much."

Mingke still ignored him. Seeing that the station was coming, she quickened her pace and strode to the other side of the station.

The black car finally stopped. Just as she was relieved, a slender figure behind her kept up with her.

A turn head then see Mu Son Jin walk in her side, big palm a scoop, took the bag in her hand in the past: "I help you take."

"Mu Zijin, what's the matter with you?" Don't you have to pester her when he has so much leisure? "I thought I had made it clear to you yesterday. If you have something to do, you should go to Beiming night instead of me."

"Who are you looking for?" Mu Son Jin a little don't approve of, the vision falls on her because of angry and cover up a little dizzy red face, the eye ground is still no wind no wave, even the voice is also calm no wave: "that piece of cold stone won't even say a few words, with him together a little fun all don't have, as well to come to you to play."

Play with her! Young master: "I don't have enough time to play with you."

"I'm not a young master." His thin lips almost invisible hook hook, showing a little bit even did not pay attention to their own smile: "I am the second young master of Mu family, you remember wrong."

Mingke is so angry with him that he just wants to kick him out. However, he is so tall that if he really wants to start, he will suffer losses. Besides, it's not far from her community. Who knows if he will meet someone familiar with her?

And he is such a good-looking and handsome man here, if people see, there are always rumors.

She tried to calm down, looking at the bag in his hand, even the voice reluctantly softened a bit: "give the bag back to me, I really want to go back to school, don't stop me, I will miss the bus."

"Didn't I have a car coming? If not, I'll take you back. " He was not nervous at all, and he had a leisurely attitude.

But she was really in a hurry. She took out her mobile phone and saw that it was nearly six o'clock. At six fifteen, it was the last bus. She couldn't buy the ticket. She really had to take a taxi back.

How much does it cost to take a taxi for such a long distance? She doesn't have so much spare money to spend on such things.

"Mu Zijin, how do you want to let me go?" She asked helplessly.

Mu Zijin picked eyebrow, only a pick eyebrow action, and attracted a few girls whispered exclamation, fundus blossoming peach blossom in full bloom, but the name can not be in the mood to appreciate his handsome.

"Mu Zijin, will you go to Beiming

"I said he was a stone, not funny."

Mingke took a deep breath and tried to suppress his anger.

Beiming night is not fun, so he came to play with her, right? All these rich people should be very busy. How can they be as leisurely as him?

"You're right. I'm a dandy. There's a popular saying that I don't have much work to do in the company. I'm only responsible for playing." He picks his eyebrows and talks frivolously.

Mingke took a deep breath, because if she didn't, she would kick it.

He has money. He doesn't need to work. He only plays. That's his business. What does it have to do with her? What do you do to influence her?

However, she did find that today's Mu Zijin seems to be particularly much, do not know is in a good mood, or what other reasons, anyway and the past two times to see Mu Zijin really cheerful many.

However, what does such a cheerful have to do with her?

"I really have to go." She was so anxious that he was still here to chat with her. She went over and wanted to get the bag back from him.

Mu Son Jin but put that bag toward after death, the name can go over, he also one step welcomed up.

Mingke accidentally bumped into his arms again. She was startled. She stepped back and turned pale: "I'm not those women. If you want to play, don't look for me."

See her fundus suddenly rise of fear and that piece of pale face, Mu Son Jin eyes deep don't know to drip what, for a long time vision just soft come down: "well, you like to take a bus, I accompany you to."

Then he picked up the bag and walked to the station.

Mingke has no choice but to follow him closely. It's better to take a shuttle bus with him than in his private car, because I really don't know where he will take me when I get in his car.Fortunately, there are still several tickets, but there are only a few left. After Mu Zijin has bought the tickets for both of them, the girls behind all buy the tickets, and the others who can't get the tickets are dejected and sad. Some of them look like students.

"If you don't grab these two tickets, they'll have a place to sit." Mu Zi Jin looks at the name can, clearly didn't smile, but the name can clearly see his eyes that smile, she sank a face, simply ignore him.

In the waiting room to find a place to sit down, just sit down beside the chair a sink, Mu Zijin tall body has been sitting down beside her, close to so close, incredibly and she close together.

Mingke is still a little resistant in her heart. She wants to sit a little bit, only to find that he actually sits on her skirt. She can't hide.

"Excuse me." She gave him a push.

Mu Zijin's eyes fell on the students who couldn't buy tickets outside: "you see how poor they are. Most of the people who live in Hualan Street are not rich people. It should be very expensive for you to take a taxi back to school from here?"

Mingke looked up at him and couldn't help complaining: "then you can let your ticket out, so that you don't have to take a taxi? You have a private car anyway. "

"You do, too. Didn't I say I'd send you there?" He looked at her and saw that she still wanted to pull out her skirt. His eyes moved slightly, his thighs moved gently, and he pressed her skirt corner to a bigger piece: "you follow me, let's give them the ticket."

"Let yourself do it." It's not that she is cruel, but there are always people who can't get on the bus every time. She has been used to it for a long time. She doesn't have such a good heart and hurt herself in order to help others.