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Lan Xi didn't raise his eyes and went out.

The corridor of the teaching building is very open. It's time for class. In the left ear is English, and in the right ear is the old man in class 6 who is lecturing. She looks up. At the end of summer and the beginning of autumn, the sky becomes very high.

More than ten minutes later, mu Yanchen came out of the office, and the aura of ink spread.

"Wang Jianjian" said goodbye to him with a smile even more brilliant than before he went in.

"Gone." Mu Yanchen's deep voice brushed her ears.

Before reaction, his hand had been held by him and walked forward. Lan Xi was stunned. He looked back at the teacher and looked at him again. He said, "don't I have to go back to class?"

"I asked for leave." In front of him was a faint sound.

He drove the car quietly, but he didn't want to drive steadily.

"Why don't you scold me?" She asked suddenly.

The cold little face is suffused with pale wave light. Lan Xi looks at him from the side and asks clearly: "why don't you educate me to read well and be responsible for myself? Don't you love to take charge of me?"

Mu Yan Chen's eyes gradually cold up.

Holding the steering wheel in his hand and turning around, he said in a cold hoarse voice, "your father should have said that many times. I don't need to say it."

"You said it. Aren't you my elder? "

It's like a soft blow on the chest. It's not heavy, but it hurts badly. Mu Yan Chenjun's face tightened.

Lanxi nose sour, do not know why a burst of grievances, cold eyes also soft, powerless to rely on back.

When she got to the place, she didn't move. Mu Yanchen stabilized her mind and got out of the car. Yu Guang glimpsed that she didn't mean to get off the bus. His eyes sank and he went to the opposite side and opened the door.

Ready to be hurt by her simple but sharp words, he leaned down and said in a low voice: "Lanxi..."

But before the words were spoken, she was pale and sad, and her nose and eyes were red.

Moment twist eyebrow, Mu Yan Chen subconsciously close, low voice do not know soft several degrees: "how?"

Lan Xi put the back of his hand on his eyes and covered it: "39 points, my mother would be sad if she knew it..."

There was a lump in my throat and my voice trembled.

She doesn't care about nothing. After the mischief, she will feel very bad, very bad. She really had people and things that she cared about, but in the end, one lost and one deteriorated.

Mu Yanchen's heavy hammer fell down again and attacked him with sullen pain.

She never breathed, and her face was not even sharp, and her voice was not even sharp Lan Xi, don't cry... "

Don't know when to kiss it, his thin lips wrapped around her hair, gently rolling, in the sense of Lanxi, boiling tears covered everything, she didn't notice when he hugged her, only felt a light body, he had taken her out of the car, like a intimate object in the chest.

He brought her to his private apartment in C City.

When she woke up, Lanxi didn't know that she had been lying on the sofa for a long time, and her tears had soaked a small part of her pillow. Her eyes were red, and there were one or two tears hanging in the corner of her eyes.

She looked at it. If the back of the sofa was put down, it would make a bed soft and thick enough.

After lying down for a while, I didn't want to get up.

After a long time, she couldn't hear anything about her. Then she got up and went down. Her face was like a green hill after the rain. She began to look for mu Yanchen.