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

Girls began to snicker, boys began to coax, and some even applauded and shouted "Mulanxi! Mulanxi!"

Lanxi's small face flushed, ignored their coaxing, and only focused on the small mouth of the condom.

But after waiting for a long time, the vending machine didn't move. She was stunned!

"Shit, it's a lie!"

Can make a bear! It was placed on the roadside but pretended. Where did it automatically?!!

Lanxi's wine was strong, and he was already depressed and sad. He patted the automatic selling machine and shouted, "spit out the money and give it back to me!!"

At this time, she didn't notice that the students were silent and didn't dare to go out. She just put her long, white and tender fingers in and took them out. She was indignant until a generous palm rested on her shoulder.

"Lanxi." the loving voice sounded with a trace of worry.

She couldn't bear to look back. Her sweaty little face glowed in the night. After a trance, she saw that her loving face was the uncle who loved her most from childhood to adulthood.

Her heart "cluttered!" for a moment, then turned slightly and saw several cars parked on the side of the road. Her beloved aunt leaned against the side of the car with an embarrassed face, and in another car, her iron faced father and several of the most important top political officials.

She didn't need to know that her father must have made an old face for Mu's precarious situation. With his relationship in the army, he grandly entertained all key figures in politics and business.

——So at that moment, what she lost was not her own face, but her face of admiring her family!!

Thinking of this, Lanxi's small face was hot, a glimmer of crystal was shining under her long eyelashes, and she hung her head and didn't speak.

"I really don't want to see this disappointing thing!" Mu Mingsheng got angry, covered his chest and endured his beating heart, turned to the gentle woman next to him, "when will Yan Chen arrive?"

As soon as the woman heard this, she looked much softer and just said, "Yan Chen, he......" the sound of the motor stopping came from the door.

The slight sound made the woman look very happy and said in a low voice, "coming!"

What a joyful thing it seems.

I saw the dazzling morning light scattered on the floor of the living room waiting quietly. In a trance, I saw that it was broken by a shadow. He came calmly. The sound of leather shoes seemed to step on people's heart steadily and slowly, and the tall, straight and handsome shadow like a knife was highlighted a little. The housekeepers accompanying him seemed to be a little shorter. They obviously led him in, but it seemed that he was the master of this luxurious palace, and his aura deterred him from a distance.

Lanxi wasn't interested, and he looked up lazily at the moment.

The man also carried his luggage. When he came to the living room, his steps slowed down more and more. When his cold eyes swept here, they obviously softened. Then he hung his eyes, put down his luggage, and said in a low voice at the moment of lifting his eyes: "Mom."

The woman smiled softly, even tears in her eyes. She was so excited that she didn't know what to do. She clenched Mu Mingsheng's palm and replied excitedly: "Hey, Yan Chen, you're here. Come and see me..."

The man's hand was inserted into his trouser pocket. His deep eyes stared at the woman faintly and interrupted her: "I'm a little tired. I'll stay here for ten minutes and go back to settle down later. Ten minutes, no hurry."

Some words are simple and easy to say. A few minutes is enough.

The woman's face was embarrassed.

Compared with her, Mu Mingsheng was more excited, but decades of experience in the battlefield and shopping malls made him still calm as a mountain. His eyes trembled with a trace of blood. He clenched the woman's hand and said in a low voice: "Ruqing, it's really not urgent." in order to calm Mu Yanchen's mood, he said in a deep and thick voice, "Lanxi, get up and meet Yan Chen first. He is the son of your aunt Ruqing. He is 27 this year and has been abroad, so you don't have a chance to see him. In theory, you should call him brother, you..."

But mu Mingsheng could not help frowning when he saw her little body squatting on the ground——