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

People seem to become fragile when they are fragile.

Mu Yanchen hesitated when she opened the door and put Lanxi in. She didn't know whether she should take her home under such circumstances. How to explain to Mu Mingsheng, especially the strange thing is - how could they be together so late.

His thin lips closed tightly. He held his breath, got up and closed the door.

Ji Yao looked at the situation of Lanxi by sticking to the window glass with worry. He covered his head and endured the violent chestnut just knocked on her head by Ji Heng. He didn't forget to cast doubt and disbelief on mu Yanchen, who had a strong aura.

"Cough... Well, she's not feeling well. You want her to drink more hot water..." Ji Yao said with a red face.

Mu Yanchen didn't answer. He opened the door and didn't look at them.

He will know this.

He knew that the fundamental way to prevent such things from happening was to stop her from stepping into such a chaotic and erosive place. He didn't want to waste more words with outsiders. His eyes were as cold as ice, so he sat in.

Ji Yao was shriveled and looked back at Ji Heng helplessly.

"Hey, brother, do you know when there was such a man in Lanxi's family? She didn't say it herself!" Ji Yao scratched his head.

Ji Heng's eyes were deep and he didn't know what he was thinking.

***

With the strong aftereffect of alcohol, Lanxi felt uncomfortable and tore his clothes with his little hand.

Mu Yanchen caught a glimpse of such a scene in the rearview mirror. Jun's face was suddenly cold, and his low voice warned: "wear it."

——Who taught her to wear so many kinds of lace up cool skirts under the windbreaker? The place to be wrapped was tightly wrapped, but the beautiful and exquisite shape was so obvious that he saw that the green veins on his forehead were slightly violent.

Lanxi couldn't hear the same. She pulled the windbreaker off her body and felt much cooler.

Mu Yanchen stepped on the brake with a squeak.

His eyes were so cold that he threw her half wet windbreaker car on the back seat, took off his suit coat, shook it vigorously, leaned over and wrapped her half tightly. She struggled and didn't cooperate.

Mu Yanchen's face was more gloomy. With a powerful big hand, she grabbed her reckless slender wrist and pressed it in the seat, wrapped it in a suit. Her voice was low and calm, and asked coldly, "do you know how old you are? Just wear this kind of clothes?"

Lanxi was blocked, out of breath and oppressed. She couldn't move a trace. She frowned with a trace of tears and protested: "I'm hot..."

With that, the little hand pushed and struggled again.

Mu Yanchen made this disobedient little thing a few times, bent his head, firmly against her sweat wet forehead, frowned and warned: "don't move!... I turn on the air conditioner."

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

Sure enough, Lanxi raised her eyelashes wet with tears, looked at him, and spit out two words: "... Hungry."

Mu Yanchen took a breath and felt that he was sweating inexplicably just after tossing for a few times. His cold eyes lightly swept over, but his voice was soft: "what do you want to eat?"

"Cake." her voice was soft and sober again.

Mu Yanchen just felt good to deal with, nodded to get up, and heard her confused voice, "birthday cake."

His face suddenly darkened again.

In the roadside car, he was silent for a long time. For a long time, he whispered, "sit down. Wait for me."

Get out of the car and lock the door.

Mu Yanchen had such a cold confusion in his heart. He was sure that he was not so easy to be soft hearted. Was the patience and compromise at this moment because of her vulnerability to him just now?

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