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The students ran to the ticket window again. They didn't know what they had discussed with the conductor, but they didn't care. Instead, Mu Zijin kept leaning her head to see her carefully trying to pull her skirt back.

But because he was too heavy, she couldn't pull it. In the end, she had to give up. As soon as she looked up, she looked at him with a smile. She was stunned and finally reflected that this guy was intentional.

She wanted to ask him what he wanted to do, but knowing that there was no answer to this question, she had to suppress her anger and ignore him. Anyway, she would drive soon.

The car really started soon. When checking in, because someone had been leisurely, Mingke wanted to get on the bus as soon as possible, but he was blocked by his thigh pressing his skirt. When they checked in, they became the last two people to get on the bus.

They took their tickets to look for seats. Unexpectedly, there were two people in their seats. At first sight, they were the people who couldn't buy tickets just now.

"This position is mine." Mingke looks at the girl sitting by the window and sinks her face.

The girl nodded her lips and clearly didn't want to give it to her: "the ticket seller's aunt said she could sit at will, but everyone didn't sit by seat."

It's true that you can take this bus at will, but usually you can sell as many seats as you like to ensure that everyone has a seat. But today, you bought more tickets. Do you mean they don't care about the last bus?

The girl sitting in another seat looked up and shrugged: "who can blame you for walking too slowly?"

"This is clearly where I am." Name can ignore her, staring at the girl sitting by the window: "give me back the seat."

"How can you do that?" The girl frowned, a pair of unhappy attitude: "I came first, you find a place."

The car has been full for a long time. I don't want to embarrass her if I have a seat name. However, I have to stand here for at least one hour when I go back to school. She's not seventy-eight, old and weak. If she is, she can give up her seat.

They are all fine. Why should they give her a hand?

But the girl just didn't leave. Mingke took a gamble on her chest. She looked up at the driver and said in a deep voice, "she took my place and asked her to give it back to me."

The driver didn't want to pay any attention to this kind of thing. He dropped a sentence and asked her to find a seat by herself. Then she began to drive again.

Mingke really felt that he had bad luck today. Where could he come across such a thing? Such unreasonable people are still rare.

A mu Son Jin has already let her upset, now again make such thing

Turn head to stare to stand in the side all the time don't talk of Mu Son Jin one eye, anger really want a foot to kick to go to him, if he isn't intentionally sit her skirt, she already got on the car, where can get to this kind of situation?

"What? You can't take it out on me if you're not happy. " Mu Zijin walked past, long arm put on her shoulder, name can also want to struggle, but hear Mu Zijin cold voice light ring out: "this is our position, please get out of the way."

As soon as the two girls looked up, they didn't expect to meet such a super handsome guy in such a car. Just one look, they were immediately stunned. Their mouths were wide open, and they couldn't close.

Mu Zijin pursed the lips of tight finally Yang Yang, the voice softened down: "give the position back to my girlfriend, she is not in good health, can't stand so long."

It turned out to be his girlfriend. The two girls had a lost face. They didn't want to let him. But with his faint smile, they stood up and walked away.

Name can want to all don't want to, break away Mu Son Jin's big palm, walk to rely on the position of the window to sit down, turn a head to look out of the window, ignore the person behind.

Mu Son Jin sits beside her, tall body leans toward her body: "see what? Is the view outside better than mine? "

Mingke closed his eyes and told himself to calm down and never pay attention to what he said.

She didn't know what tricks the man was playing. Because she didn't know, it was best to ignore him. He wanted to play tricks. He played by himself. She ignored him, that is to say, she ignored him.

Did not expect Mu Zi Jin to press on her body again, big palm already fell on her shoulder even, want to pull her to oneself: "you say, the scenery is really better than me?"

"What on earth do you want to do?" She deliberately suppressed her voice, but she couldn't hold down her anger. She punched him on the chest and said angrily, "don't play with me anymore. I'm not worth your effort. Don't bother me any more. If you want to play with me, find someone else."

Don't want to Mu Son Jin just hang Mou to look at her, the eyes suddenly then serious rise, the vision is so hot, straight see get a name, can in the heart a burst of hair, don't know what he is thinking again.

A man who has only known for three days, in order to prevent her from being with Beiming night, he really spent a lot of time.

There are so many people in the car that she doesn't want to have too many disputes with him here. Even if his eyes are getting hotter and hotter, she just can't see them. Don't look out of the window at the scene flying past, and she won't hum any more.The scenery along the way is constantly changing, and I don't know how long it will take, but I'm so confused that I fell asleep when my head tilted.

The tiny head kept leaning towards the window. From time to time, because the car was turning or bumping, her head and the wall of the car were kissing and making a "Dong Dong" sound. She was also awakened by the pain, but every time she just frowned and didn't even open her eyelids, so she fell asleep again.

She looks, it seems, really tired.

I went to Hualan street last night. Did I also go to find her?

Mu Son Jin's vision locks on her face, don't know to see how long, just adjusted own sitting posture, no longer pay attention to that still from time to time hit head, oneself side head closed eyes to rest.

More than an hour later, the bus entered the station and stopped slowly.

Those people who fall asleep in the car also wake up one after another. When Mingke wakes up, Mu Zijin around him is still keeping his eyes closed.

Sitting so straight, I knew that I just closed my eyes and didn't fall asleep.

Looking at everyone getting off one after another, Mingke gently pushed him: "it's time to get off."

"There are so many people on the bus. What's the hurry?" He didn't even move his eyelids. "Take a rest."

Mingke didn't speak. Although she only knew him for a few days, she seemed to feel a trace of his temperament unconsciously. This man It's a bit wayward.

Probably rich people are like this, capricious, conceited, arrogant She sat quietly back in her seat and waited.

After all, she can't help but let a few people get on and off the ca