Lan Mu's hand was held again, "Aren't you going back?"

Just then the driver brought the car over.

Before the driver could get out of the car and open the door, Lan Mu pulled the back door and forced Yan Zao in.

He followed him into the car and said, "Drive."

He gave the order, but the driver didn't dare to question it and immediately started the car.

Poor Zhou Sicheng hurried out and only felt a burst of exhaust from his car. Before he could shout, the car had disappeared.

He said 'fuck' and kicked the air.

You shouldn't have asked him to come out to play today. He didn't have all the fun and was left here alone.

Yan Zao was sitting next to the car door on the other side, separated by two people from Lan Mu. Her wrist was still feeling burning pain. She lowered her head and gently stroked the spot with her thumb.

The light inside the car flickered with the street lights and neon lights outside, and the red patch on her wrist was clearly visible even when the light was weak.

Lan Mu glanced at it, her hand trembled slightly, raised it a few centimeters, then suddenly seemed to wake up and put it down.

Only then did Yan Zao's aggrieved roar come to mind, 'Can't you be nicer to me?'

His voice couldn't help but become gentler, "You will have to get my permission when you go out from now on."

It was still the same unquestionably domineering tone.

After a burst of excitement, Yan Zao became much calmer. He had always been like this anyway. Compared to throwing her to the ground at every turn, what was this pain?

She doesn't have the energy to argue with him anymore. As long as she still likes him, no matter how she pretends to be stubborn or as if nothing has happened, she will lose in the end, right?

Yan Zao thought about it, and instantly lost his temper, and said coldly: "Put me down at the intersection ahead. I won't bother you and I'll see you off."

Lan Mu was startled.

Cheng Xingzhi used to ride his bicycle to take her home every day, and sometimes ride a motorcycle to pick her up from school. She accepted it so naturally, but when it came to him, being polite became a chore.

He put his hands on his legs and clenched his fists.

But then he caught a glimpse of Yan Zao's red wrist, and his temper was suppressed inexplicably, "Go get your luggage tomorrow."

Is he taking her back to his hotel?

Yan Zao was a little surprised. He turned to look at the man beside him and saw that he had closed his eyes and leaned his head on the car window frame. He didn't know whether he was tired or fainted from drinking too much.

The light from outside shone into the car and reflected on his handsome face, which was so gentle and soft.

The pride deep in my heart was defeated by this scene of greed.

She pursed her lips and tilted her head to lean on the car window.

The car windows were closed tightly. At this moment, it seemed as if the whole world was quiet except for the two of them.

Enjoying the quietness, Yan Zao couldn't help but curl her lips in a funny way, never expecting that she and Lan Mu would have such a peaceful time.

The two of them entered the hotel lobby without saying anything else. Lan Mu didn't stop to ask for another room, and Yan Zao didn't ask. He followed him, entered the elevator, and entered the room.

The presidential suite on the top floor of the hotel has an office, separate bathroom and dressing room.

Lan Mu entered the room and then entered the bathroom. When the door closed, Yan Zao entered the dressing room and opened the closet door. He only saw a suit and a white shirt hanging inside.

Not a single piece of women's clothing was seen.

Just as she was wondering, Lan Mu's voice suddenly came from the door, "I asked them to get you clothes."

Yan Zao was startled. He turned around and saw Lan Mu's tall figure standing at the door. He was wearing a hotel bathrobe and his hair was wet.
Chapter completed!