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People seem to begin to become fragile when they are vulnerable.

Mu Yanchen hesitated when he opened the car door and put Lanxi in. He didn't know whether to send her home or not. How could he explain to Mu Mingsheng when he did this? How could they be together so late.

With his thin lips pressed, he held his breath, got up and closed the door.

At the same time, Ji Yao looks at the situation of Lanxi by sticking to the window glass anxiously, while covering his head and enduring the violent shudder just knocked on her head by Ji Heng. He also does not forget to cast doubts and disbelief at mu Yanchen, who is a powerful gas field.

"Cough Well, she doesn't feel well. You want her to drink more hot water... " Ji Yao said with a red face.

Mu Yanchen did not answer, but opened the door without looking at them.

He would know that.

He also knew that the fundamental way to stop this kind of thing was not to let her step into this chaotic and erosive place. He did not want to waste more words with outsiders, and his eyes were cold as ice, so he sat in.

Ji Yao eats shriveled, looks back helplessly at Ji Heng.

"Brother, do you know when there was such a man in Lanxi's family? She never said it herself Ji Yao scratched his head.

Ji Heng but eyes deep color, do not know what to think.

***

with the strong aftereffect of alcohol, Lanxi felt uncomfortable with burning all over his body, so he pulled his clothes with his small hands.

Mu Yanchen glimpses such a scene in the rearview mirror. His handsome face is suddenly cold for a moment, and his deep voice warns: "wear well."

Who on earth taught her to wear such a colorful lace up skirt under the windbreaker? The place to be wrapped was tight, but the delicate and exquisite shape was so obvious that he took a look at it, and the blue veins on his forehead were slightly violent.

But Lan Xi couldn't hear the same. He pulled the windbreaker from his body and felt much cooler.

"Zhi --!" You have to put on the brakes.

His eyes were so cold that he threw her half wet windbreaker car over to the back seat, took off his suit coat and vigorously shook it open. He could not help but lean forward to wrap her half tightly. She struggled and did not cooperate.

Mu Yanchen's face was more gloomy. Her powerful big hand held her slender wrists and pressed her in the seat with a suit. In a low voice, she asked coldly, "do you know how old you are? That's what you're wearing? "

Lanxi was blocked, breathless, oppressed, unable to move, with a trace of crying cavity frown protest: "I'm hot..."

Then the little hand pushed and struggled again.

Mu Yanchen a few times will this disobedient small thing control, bow, firmly against her sweat wet forehead, frown warning: "don't move!..." I turn on the air conditioner. "

He's still wondering, isn't it a stomachache? Why are you so happy?

Sure enough, Lanxi raised his eyelashes wet with tears, looked at him, and vomited out two words: " I'm hungry. "

Mu Yanchen spits out a breath, feeling just toss a few times, then inexplicably sweat, cold eyes light sweep past, voice is light: "want to eat what?"

"Cake." Her voice was soft and clear again.

Mu Yan Chen just feel good to deal with, nodded to want to get up, and heard her voice, "birthday cake."

His face turned black again.

In the car beside the road, he was silent for a long time and said in a low voice: "sit down. Wait for me. "

Get out of the car and lock the door.

Mu Yanchen has a trace of cold confusion in his heart. He is sure that he is not so easy to be soft hearted. Is the patience and compromise at this moment just because she just did not wake up to his vulnerability?

But when she got back to the car with the cake, she had fallen asleep against the cool window.