Kuai Chuan is saving the mad villain every day

Chapter 142 The Soft and Sweet Little Poor

"Young Master Mu is not trying to save him, is he?" Liu Ying put his hands on his hips.

Young Master Mu pursed his lips, as if he had finally mustered up his courage, "Can you let him go?"

"Haha!" Liu Ying laughed loudly, "Let him go, yes!"

Mr. Mu frowned slightly, and the next moment, Liu Ying walked up to him and said maliciously, "I think Mr. Mu is very beautiful, why don't you take care of the fourth princess instead of him?"

Mr. Mu's face turned pale for a moment, he took a step back, "No, I have a marriage contract with Princess Six..."

"Cut, little boy." Liu Ying snorted, she always looked down on men in the world, "What's so good about the sixth princess, how can it compare to our fourth princess."

Seeing Liuying's refusal, Mr. Mu looked up at the shivering young man in the corner of his eyes, as if he had finally made up his mind.

"How is Mr. Mu thinking, do you want to serve him, ah—"

The girls were knocked unconscious by the surprise attack.

"Come with me."

The boy shrank in the corner, looking at the slender and white hand stretched out towards him.

The boy looked at the owner of the hand, and saw a nice smile on his slender lips, and under the long and curved eyelashes was a gentleness that could melt three thousand weak waters.

The boy stretched out his dirty hand and placed it in his generous palm.

The palms were closed together, warm as fire, the young man couldn't help but approached him, and then approached him again.

The faint fragrance of the man's body came from the tip of his nose, which was extremely alluring.

Such a clean young man did not refuse his approach.

The young man bit his lip, a sly look flashed in his eyes.

"It hurts, son."

The boy was walking, but couldn't move anymore.

He freed his hands, squatted on the ground, rolled up his trousers, exposing his red and swollen ankles, frowned and blew, tearing from the pain.

Mr. Mu turned his head, and the movement of his side face made his eyelashes look longer and curled up into a charming arc.

Seeing the boy's ankle injury, he frowned slightly, "It's a bit serious."

"I can't walk anymore." Pressing the boy's ankle, the boy hissed in pain, and Mr. Mu said, "I'll carry you on my back."

"Ah?" The young man was stunned for a while, and then said guiltily, "Isn't that right, the young master's clothes are so clean, I... too dirty."

The young man grabbed his ragged clothes, looking inferior and pitiful.

Mr. Mu bent his lips, and reached out to touch his head, "There is no distinction between high and low, and there is no difference between clean and dirty."

"Master Mu, you are so kind."

The teenager grinned.

"Okay, don't cry." Mr. Mu took out a silk handkerchief embroidered with bamboo and wiped away the boy's tears, then carried it on his back, squatted down, and exposed his generous and steady back in front of the boy.

The young man climbed onto Mr. Mu's back, and hugged his slender and beautiful neck with his slender hands, "Mr. Mu, when I get better, I will definitely repay you well."

A boy's breath came from his ear, gently, like a feather brushing against his heart, bringing a numb itching.

Mr. Mu didn't understand why there was such a weird feeling.

"What's your name?"

"I... I can't remember my name." The voice of the boy on his back weakened.

Assuming he didn't want to talk about it, Mr. Mu looked at the boundless night, the moonlight was bright and clear, and the stars seemed like dreams and illusions. He hooked his lips and said, "From now on, I will call you Mu Meng!"

Looking back at the night, it is like a dream.

Gu Meng didn't expect that Mu Zhi would use his surname to name her after this trip. This is really...fate!

(End of this chapter)