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

The sound of her cry in the dignified night stirred people's heartstrings.

"Next time you're barefoot, don't come to see me -" a low and cold voice sounded over her head. Mu Yanchen swept his black eyes and stared at her. His voice was low but clear and calm. "Not every time, I'll take care of you so patiently."

If he lost control in the middle of the night, now he is sober as never before.

Crazy to say that to her.

It's just that he likes it too lowly, so even getting out will hurt as if he had died once, so he should restrain, start to restrain bit by bit, and maybe he can get out.

Such mu Yanchen is different from just now.

Lanxi was shocked.

It was like cool water pouring down from her head all night. For a moment, she didn't understand what was going on, but she didn't dare to ask any more. She put on her shoes, took his wrist and led him to the bed. In a soft voice, "brother, you sleep. I'm leaving early in the morning. I'll watch you here at six o'clock. You sleep."

It was because she shouldn't have slept so dead that she was held by him from the chair to the bed without feeling at all.

Obviously, mu Yanchen's body was slightly stiff.

His eyes were blue with cold. Don't open your eyes: "put on your clothes."

Lanxi was stunned. She looked at her left and right shoulders in amazement. Most of her chiffon shirt was torn off in her restless sleeping position. She was dazed and didn't notice at all. She quickly covered it with her hand, pressed the unnaturalness on her face, and turned her head to pull the belt on her shoulder.

Last night, she actually ran to the chair, curled up inside, grabbed the blanket and covered herself.

"Elder brother, can you sleep at night like this?" he showed his head. Lanxi's sleepiness, which had just been quenched by hardness, began to spread again. He asked softly that the chair was really not comfortable with the bed, but she couldn't watch him stay up late again.

Mu Yanchen put his arms on the bed and his back was cold, as if he was suffering something.

After a long time, he got up and walked towards this side. The tall and straight figure surprised people a little. Lanxi, who had boiled a little sleepy, woke up again. His water eyes widened slowly and looked up at him.

"Why not be cruel?" he asked coldly.

Lanxi's face turned white.

"Do you know the principle of detoxification?" Mu Yanchen leaned down slowly, grabbed the handle of the chair, stared at her with slightly scarlet eyes and enunciated clearly, "In fact, be cruel every time. Don't give it to a drug addict no matter how much he asks. Over time, he can always quit. But if he can't hold on to the end every time and can't help it, give him some sweets, he can't quit all his life, you know?"

Now, he is like the person who has a drug addiction. Maybe she has walked clean and thoroughly. After a period of time, he may be all right.

But she came and gave him a little hope.

Is she too simple, or does she just know how to hook his heart?

Lanxi quietly leaned back on the chair and didn't speak. For a long time, his dumb voice trembled and asked, "don't you say that the detoxification method is too fierce and will die?"

A word as light as a feather fell on his heart and aroused thousands of waves.

Mu Yanchen was pale and stared at her. For a long time, his lips overflowed with a sneer. He looked desperate and powerless: "woman..."

He forgot that she was a woman. She had a soft nature common to women.

What's more, she was so small and simple. As soon as his eyes were red, she felt uncomfortable.

Squat down slowly, hold her by the handle of the chair with both arms, and close to the danger: "Lanxi, if you don't want me to die, one day I will drag you to hell, and you will regret that you can't bear it, and regret giving me such a chance. One day I will touch you and kiss you again. You know that the way is wrong, and you won't have the heart to refuse."

Like just now.

Just on the balcony, he hugged her wholeheartedly and kissed her. Little by little, she felt how he swallowed her tongue. He kissed so carefully and carefully. In the way of men to women, from tenderness to fierceness, from shallow taste to strength, to he completely owned her. She cried and trembled. She knew it was an infringement, but she was reluctant to hide.

Her face burned badly, and an overwhelming array of sins and evil thoughts flooded her. Lanxi grabbed the blanket and covered herself, biting her lips in pain: "I won't..."

She wouldn't do such a wicked thing.

She won't mess. Lun.

She will not accompany him to indulge in the dark hell of sin.

Mu Yanchen quietly looked at a small group curled up in the blanket. She was still shaking. She innocently wanted to hide her fear, fear, panic, sour and pain... His eyes grew darker and leaned over to burn a kiss on the back of her hand holding the blanket.

"Lanxi... Don't hate me."

If there is such a day, please don't hate me.

***

In the propaganda room, the old teacher on duty was reading the newspaper with glasses and took a sip of the tea cup next to him from time to time. When the door was pushed open and a girl came in, the old teacher looked at people from his glasses.

"Mulanxi in class 9 of senior three?" the old teacher asked.

Lanxi actually saw someone as soon as he entered the door. At this time, he recovered from his stupor and nodded to the teacher.

"Your mother is here. She should send things. You can sit inside or go to your dormitory. Whatever." the old teacher waved his hand as if the work of transmitting the message had been finished.

——It should be a delivery.

Lanxi's face is black. No wonder the teachers in the propaganda room always talk like the warden. Isn't their school the same as the prison?

She got up and went to the small room next to her. She saw Mo Ruqing sitting in front of the cup of warm tea.

"I'm afraid you'll be wronged in school. I'll send you some daily necessities and food," Mo Ruqing said softly, holding the table. Her beautiful face was as calm as water. She took something from her bag and pushed it on the table. "And the money. I know Mingsheng gave a card, but it's not easy to get out of school. Where can you let a student swipe the card everywhere? Let's take cash, don't you say?"

The old teacher looked up outside the door, only feeling strange.

——On weekdays, there are also mothers to visit, which is not as cold as the two inside.

"I have enough money." she looked up and said.

Mo Ruqing smiled and turned the chain of the gold watch in his hand: "I know you're enough, but who gave it to you? Yan Chen?"

Lanxi's eyelids suddenly jumped!

"Why don't you sit?" Mo Ruqing raised his eyebrows. "We are at least women. Don't look so divided even on the way. Do you think I blame you for Yan Chen's car accident last time? Oh, Yan Chen told me that it has nothing to do with you."

At the moment, Lanxi can finally understand why mu Yanchen always has that kind of calm and cool atmosphere.

It turns out that there is a saying of heredity.

Sure enough, he was young and didn't have much concentration. Lanxi walked over and sat down obediently. Shuimou looked down at the table.

Biting her lips, she argued for a long time: "he didn't give me money."