Madam Dihao is not good

He will forgive her unconditionally no matter what excessive things Nair has done.

But in recent days, all the deeds she has never forgotten about Su Shijie are like a small mountain, stacked on Mu Xicheng's heart, and every day more and more are piled up, and the pile is getting higher and higher, and it will overwhelm him.

Anger this time is nothing more than accumulated to a certain degree of venting

How could he be willing to be angry with Chanel?

However, he also understands that if he doesn't express his emotions, Chanel will probably continue to do so. [

He was deliberately cold to Chanel, and asked her to restrain her behavior a little, but after a while, Mu Xicheng's peripheral vision from the corner of his eye did not catch the figure following behind him.

Mu Xicheng's jaw tightened, he turned his head abruptly, and the bookshelves were empty.

"Young Master Mu, don't worry, our people are guarding the door, Miss Xia must have gone to study elsewhere." The bodyguard explained.

Because of Mu Xicheng's star face, even though the hospital is only a short distance from the bookstore, he still came by car.

Before getting out of the car, let the bodyguards clear out the people in the bookstore, and set up a "Closed Business" sign at the door of the bookstore.

Even if he is not a big star, as his current important status, he must stay away from the crowd...

Lonely, as if born to be with him.

Mu Xicheng nodded, and wandered among the bookshelves indifferently.

For the first time, he let Chanel go without taking the initiative to ask her for peace...

Chanel was walking in the shopping area next to Muxi City, listening to the sound of Muxicheng's wheelchair sliding on the ground, she followed the sound and walked forward.

When the wheelchair stops, she stops.

Finally, a book loosened a little and was about to be pulled away by the hand next door.

Chanel handed the paper in her hand along the drawn gap, and handed it over:

【sorry. 】

Mu Xicheng was stunned for a moment, and a strange look suddenly flashed across his dim eyes.

One by one, he pulled out all the books in that position.

Finally, I saw Chanel's increasingly clear face, looking at him guiltily across the bookshelf.

Chanel bit her lip, quickly wrote something on the paper, picked it up and showed it to him: [I'm really working hard, give me some time, please...]

She was trying hard to forget Su Shijie. [

But she is a person, not a cold-blooded animal, and she can't just forget it.

She is also trying to change