Fiancé is domineering

Chapter 98 No, I Have a Fiancee? ! 10
When I copied it the last time, the phone rang, and I remembered that I forgot to tell Mu Yingmo.

I connected, and immediately said to the other side, "Wait for me for another 10 minutes, I will definitely appear in front of you within 10 minutes, that's it for now, bye."

After I finished speaking, I hung up immediately. I had to finish it within 10 minutes, and I had to run from the classroom to him. It was very tight, and I couldn't waste a second.

Finally got it done, I packed up and stepped on my backpack and ran out.

"Exactly 10 minutes, I'm not late." I said while panting in front of Mu Yingmo.

He didn't ask much, but said, "Get in the car."

This guy is indifferent to everything, and he doesn't ask why I am so late. I don't know if he is too reassuring to me or too indifferent to me.

If the former is better, if the latter, then I don't understand even more, why are you still with me if it doesn't matter?
When I got in the car, I fastened my seat belt and started rubbing my wrists. It was really sore and painful.

"What's wrong?" he asked.

"I copied fifty times as a penalty, and if I did it secretly in one afternoon, of course my hands would be sore." If there was only copying between classes, how could it be done so quickly? painful enough.

I won't be distracted in class next time, and I don't want to do it fifty times again.

Mu Yingmo glanced at me sideways, and suddenly asked, "Why were you punished?"

"Don't mention it, I'll be annoyed if I mention it, and a husband and wife will come out after all, it's really..." Speaking of this, I stopped immediately, complaining, I even forgot that Mu Yingmo was by my side.

Turning my head, I looked at Mu Yingmo, and his gaze was fixed in front of him, as if he was driving seriously and didn't hear what I said.

But it's impossible. Although my voice isn't very loud, it's not too soft either. I should be able to hear it.

Or does he even care about that?
Just as she was thinking, Mu Yingmo suddenly said, "What fiancé?"

"Aren't you indifferent?" I said angrily, not knowing whether he was slow to respond or on purpose, it always took me to think for a long time before he would speak.

He didn't mind my words, but asked, "What's going on?"

(End of this chapter)