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Mu Yanchen slender fingers, in the continued crackling knock for a while before stopping.

Lanxi breathless, leaning on the side of the car, waiting, behind Ji Yao saw her suddenly stopped like a little daughter-in-law, curiously and looked at the man in the car. Suddenly, she was shocked by the cold air pressure, so she quickly withdrew, put on a "self-help" expression, patted her shoulder and left with her bag on her back.

Put the computer on the side, the tight and cold expression eased a little, he got off the car.

Lanxi wants to carry the mountaineering bag on his back. Under his long eyelashes, he has a little trouble in his eyes. I don't know where all the tapes are going to be wrapped, but I still don't know. The bag has been taken.

"What does she teach?" He asked faintly.

Lan Xi looks up, Mou son is more confused, do not understand.

"Your head teacher," Mu Yanchen raised her eyes and swept her face, "what did she teach?"

The small face of Lan Xi turns white.

“…… English. " She bit her lip.

Mu Yanchen took a faint breath and continued to ask, "why don't you like her?"

Lan Xi did not want to answer, but the suffocating air made her uncomfortable. Her little eyebrows gradually twisted up, thinking for a long time, and really complaining: "her perfume is too strong!"

"Obviously it's very choking. She always feels fragrant and feels good about herself."

"She also likes to answer questions by roll."

"I also like to wear silk stockings under denim shorts, so ugly!"

Think over carefully, it seems that there is really nothing particularly annoying, Lan Xi thought of all the reasons, only think of so many, but this is enough to hate.

Mu Yanchen quietly stares at her, the deep indifferent eye light seems to be to see through her.

Lanxi lowered his head and his face was red and white.

"So you don't take her class well, you don't care about your grades, do you?" His tone was still light.

“……”

"Lan Xi, who are you learning for?" He maintained a calm tone.

“……”

Lan Xi bit lip, small face burns badly, fast cannot hold on.

Mu Yanchen gazed at her for a long time, drooped his eyes, and took out a hand to pull her to his side. His palm was big and powerful. Her hand was caught like a small fish inside. Then he raised his feet and walked towards the direction of the old woman in front of him without expression.

Smart as Lanxi, nature instantly understood his meaning.

“…… No.... " She frowned and weakly resisted.

"I don't want to..." Lan Xi raised a small face, eyes with begging, voice beg him.

Mu Yan Chen Mou color slightly cold, loose her hand, she a small stagger, almost fell back in the past, but an arm at the moment like a cage like tight confinement of her, even if her eyes again pitiful, also allow her to move.

Mu Yanchen droops her eyes, slightly cold eyes staring at the man in his arms, and his chin touches her soft hair.

"Be obedient." His voice was as cold as ice.

Walking in front of the students to tell jokes, laugh very loud "Wang Jianjian" is really did not expect that there will be students "parents" to look for her, especially the most noble and most awkward parents of the little girl, her face smile into a flower, surprised and happy.

Lan Xi is like swallowing a fly. His face is chatting with mu Yanchen's quiet tone and communicating with this flower maniac.

After a long time, the arms that bound her tightened and motioned for her to speak.

Lan Xi small face raises, suppress bend to recognize plant again, water Mou looks at teacher way: "teacher, I am wrong."