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Lan Xi woke up vaguely and felt that his stomach was hungry and began to ache.

Her little brows began to wrinkle.

“…… I don't go back there at night. I don't have to clean up the room and come out to me. I'm not used to it for the time being. " Mu Yanchen's deep voice is like the dense smoke in the air. It is surrounded by magnetism, but it shows a suffocating indifference, polite and alienated. Then his dark eyes glanced at her and said in a low voice, "as for her I'll take her back later. "

You, touch the LAN brook of oneself, raise frown gas

Mu Yanchen eyes deep color, looked at her for a few seconds, straight figure then slowly got up, clenched the key: " Take you home. "

Lanxi got off the sofa to tidy up her skirt: "I won't come tomorrow!"

When she said this, she obviously had a little temper and was really aggrieved. She couldn't do anything like a wooden man all day long. She had no electricity in the middle of the way with her mobile phone. Now, in order to wait for him to finish his work and go home for dinner, her stomach is aching!

Mu Yanchen has the side of the past tall and straight figure, pause.

As if brewing a strong aura, he slowly turned around, and his eyes were right on her drooping head. Lanxi was nervous again, biting his lips, but it was clearly her grievance. Did he dare to get angry?

"It's your business whether you come or not. It's also your business to wait and wait. You have hands and feet. I should not serve you."

His deep, magnetic voice was quiet, like a lake, with no ripples.

Lan Xi choked at once!

The expression on her small face is very wonderful, a burst of red and white, bright eyes looking at him, finally understand that this man is not only arrogant, but also hopelessly cold-blooded!

Her small face cooled down, patted the folds of her skirt and went out.

Passing by, mu Yanchen's thick eyelashes droop, quiver slightly, and then the whole body indifference elegant gas field stretches out. Lanxi just felt that her arm was caught by a hand. She staggered for a moment, and she almost stood unsteadily. Then she heard a low and calm voice coming from her head accompanied by warm breath --

"I will forget the time when I work, so I have to wait for you. I'm sorry. Next time you encounter this kind of situation, you can tell me directly, don't be silent. "

That deep but sincere voice, faded the cold sense of oppression, and actually had a feeling of being superior to ten thousand people and being good at inducing.

Before Lan Xi returned to God from his dismay, his hand had already been released.

"Your father is waiting for you at home. I'll take you back." Mu Yanchen takes back his eyes, grabs the car key beside him and goes out.

Lan Xi stupidly, until his tall and straight figure has gone to the glass door, has not responded.

Mu Yan Chen frowns and turns back: "how?"

He was patient enough to waste his breath to explain to this young girl what she was not satisfied with?

Lan Xi's expression has a trace of trance, slowly walked to the door, small hand holding the glass door, Na Na way: "I don't want to go home."

God knows how much she doesn't want to go back.

She used to be such a happy family of three, like a honeypot, is now falling apart. There are strange and cruel relatives who somehow step in and occupy half of her original happy life. Oh, no, No.

The woman who supported her from the third party, as well as her son, whose father's love was gradually disappearing and deprived, was almost nothing.

Mu Yanchen of course know what she is thinking, a handsome face, a trace of cold pale.

He pressed the anger in his heart, put his hands into his trouser pocket and turned coldly: "I can't help you."