Si Ye's little ancestor is really bad

Mu Xiuze felt that he was a bit strange.

Although he has thoughts about Yang Wanwan, but in the past, he would not be distracted by getting close to her.

The space in the back seat of Lincoln's car is not narrow, but his chest is stuffy and his breath is hot, and the faint fragrance of the person next to him seems to come over, disturbing his mind.

He thought he hadn't seen her for too long, and he was dying of illness.

"looking at what?"

"I'm talking about work with my manager, and I'm going to Xiangcheng next week." Yang Wanwan replied with downcast eyes.

Mu Xiuze stared at her delicate side face, and the pronunciation of the words was obscure, "Going on a business trip again?"

"Actors, they often run around."

After a moment of silence, the man looked for a topic, "Do you know about Xu Qingchan and Qi Si's marriage?"

"I know." Yang Wanwan raised her eyes to look at him, her heart was blunt, "Your two brothers are both married. Didn't you say that the family is already urging the marriage? It's time to hurry up. They will have children in a few years."

The eyes are clear, the tone is calm, and it is true that the words are spoken with the most calm posture between friends.

Mu Xiuze's knuckles were slightly bent, and his throat was vague for no reason, "I don't want to get married."

"why?"

Looking at her clear eyes, as if angry with himself, he said, "A person like me is only suitable for one person, not for marriage."

His tone was low, with self-abandonment.

Yang Wanwan paused for a moment, "I can't say that, not everyone has the talent to handle the marriage relationship perfectly, don't these people deserve marriage? Let it be, don't be overly repulsive, maybe the one introduced by your family You just met the right person.”

In the dark, the man smiled self-deprecatingly, and said in a low voice, "Yeah."

The wine that he drank during the banquet burned like a flame, and he ran and fled, his chest, throat, brain and body surface were all scalding hot.

Taking a deep breath, he leaned against the seat and tilted his head to blow the air, intending to dispel the heat, but it didn't work, and he was very depressed.

His mind is messed up, he thinks about everything, yearns for her and thinks about her ruthlessness and chicness at the same time, wants to take her by force and keep her by his side for a while, and is worried for a while, and doesn't want to see her indifferent and alienated eyes.

A voice in his heart told him over and over again that she had let go, and he was the one holding on to the past.

I can afford it but can't put it down, it's extremely twitchy, and it's not free and easy at all.

Maybe this relationship was broken long ago with Yuelao, and forgetting each other might be the best result for each other.

The car was parked outside the villa, but the person was already unconscious. Yang Wanwan yelled a few times and he didn't respond. Only when he turned on the lights inside the car did he find that there was a lot of sweat on his forehead.

"What's wrong with you? Mu Xiuze?"

The man opened his eyes, and the person in his sight was beautiful and fair, and those desperately suppressed desires rose up.

Mu Xiuze pushed her hand away, got out of the car, and told the driver: "Send Miss Yang back to her residence safely."

"Yes."

His voice was hoarse, his walking steps were chaotic, and he would fall down at any time, as if he was very drunk.

After watching for a while, Yang Wanwan felt worried and got out of the car to help him.

"No, it's late, you go back to rest." Mu Xiuze wanted to shake off her and walk forward, but his steps faltered, Yang Wanwan insisted on helping him upstairs.

"Which one is your room?"

"It's still the same as before."

As soon as she entered the room, Yang Wanwan pursed her lips, she was no stranger to this room.

After all, I lived there before, and the sweetness of that time was not entirely fake.

Mu Xiuze's mind is so chaotic, he is too stupid if he still doesn't understand what's wrong with him.

He is drugged.

"Let's go." As soon as he entered the room, he tried his best to restrain his impulse, and purposely kept his voice stiff to drive people away.