Luxurious family does not accept the love: Mr.Mu, please respect yourself！

She had a big tongue. When she finished, the blush on her little face burned badly.

Mu Yanchen's eyes shrouded her head. Lanxi didn't dare to look. Her long eyelashes hung down and lost the battle.

For a long time, the extremely cold voice slowly came from the head: "don't report to me."

——He has no obligation to know what she is doing and how rebellious she is. Those things have nothing to do with his admiration for Yan Chen.

He turned and walked into the box. His back was cold and desolate.

Lanxi licked her lips, held the wall with her small hand, and dared to follow him. Her high-heeled shoes were unstable and shook a little. In addition, the burning alcohol in her stomach came up again. She wanted to vomit, so she quickly covered her mouth and dared not vomit.

Who would have thought that she made a faux pas and bumped into his wide back.

Mu Yanchen only felt that his back was warm, and the impulse almost brought him down together. His eyes were cold and cold, and his heart coldly stretched out his arm backward. As soon as he fished out the strong arm bend, he pulled her half and half into his arms.

Lanxi's small face was confused. Looking up at him, he was a little afraid. Just when he wanted to apologize, he saw mu Yanchen's eyebrows twisted, his big palm fastened his small chin, and bowed down with a trace of cold anger——

Lanxi was stunned and subconsciously shrank back, but the back neck was fastened by another palm and vigorously fished back!

She closed her eyes and turned her bloody face away.

But mu Yanchen's cold face just hung his eyes and gently smelled the breath on her lips. Then he slowly raised his eyes and said in a cold voice, "have you drunk?"

Lanxi's long eyelashes trembled open and looked at the handsome face close at hand.

"Or baijiu. You have been successful in Mu Lan Xi."

His voice dropped several octaves, freezing the air around him. It was slow and low, making his scalp numb. Lan Xi bit his lips, frowned painfully, and grabbed his shirt.

"Mu Yanchen... I want to vomit..."

Her thin soft voice, with a trembling helplessness, tightly grabbed people's heart.

Mu Yanchen's eyes were suddenly bright and dark, and her thin lips were cold. So close to her, she could almost count her semi wet and trembling eyelashes. Her small face without powder was naturally red. Before she could scold her, she retched and fell soft in his arms.

Mu Yanchen turned black.

But when he felt that she couldn't vomit at all, just stomach spasm. Contracture shrank in his arms, climbed his shoulder and retched, his cold eyes eased. At this time, he noticed that he had been holding her waist tightly to prevent her from paralyzing. Her thin body was trembling and twitching slightly, and his small hand grabbed his suit full of wrinkles.

Ji Yao's eyes almost fell out when he saw this scene when he hurried to find it from the other end of the corridor!

"You... You..." it's a teenage high school girl. Seeing this situation, you can really rush up to fight with people, but you won't. "you let go of Lanxi, do you hear? You don't want to do anything to her! Hooligan! Brother! Brother!"

Ji Yao jumped his feet and shouted.

Mu Yanchen settled the people in his arms, raised his cold eyes and glanced at Ji Yao.

At the moment, Ji Heng has also searched all over the two floors. He heard Ji Yao's cry rush up from the bottom. His always warm and soft expression became tight and solemn. Jun's face was slightly red and pressed his fierce breathing, and stood still in place.

"Let her go first. She looks very uncomfortable." Ji Heng said coldly, maintaining his cool elegance.

Mu Yanchen could know who these two people were, but he didn't want to pay attention to them.

He hung his eyes and put them on her ears. His indifferent and low voice said slowly, "stand well."

The man in his arms frowned and sweated heavily. He didn't know whether it was pain or smoke in his stomach. He was so uncomfortable that he couldn't speak.

Mu Yanchen's face sank. He took a breath and exhausted his patience. His voice was slightly severe: "Mu Lanxi, stand up."

A pair of soft arms wrapped around his neck and buried his head in the nest of his neck. Lanxi bit his lips and spoke with a trembling voice full of sweat, with a trace of poor crying: "my stomach hurts..."

It really hurts. It's killing me.

"Mu Yanchen... I miss my mother..." her dumb voice fell down with a drop of tears.