Chapter 9

Take out the mobile phone and mu Qianlian sends a message to his grandfather.

The content of the information is very simple, just a few words.

"Old man, excuse me, am I your own granddaughter?"

This is the content of the information.

And I don't know if Mu Lin has been watching his mobile phone for a long time. Mu Qianlian just sent the message. Within a few seconds, Mu Lin returned the message.

The message replied, "it must be pro. Don't worry."

Her face was dull. Mu Qianlian put away her mobile phone. This time, she was too young and accidentally went into the pit dug by her grandfather.

Then mu Qianlian quickly wrote some words on the cardboard to Bai Huang.

"Only this empty room is available?" It says on the cardboard.

"OK." The white wasteland should go down.

Although he is an outsider, Bai Huang also sees something fishy. It seems that in order to make up his relationship with mu Qianlian, the old man didn't waste his mind in private.

And this is only because there are many fonts in the regulations, so mu Qianlian couldn't write it on his smart board. So mu Qianlian found a piece of white paper to write it on.

Immediately, without waiting for Bai Huang to express anything, mu Qianlian withdrew from the room and took the door with him.

She has lived on the second floor for so many years. Now there is suddenly one more person, and she is still of the opposite sex. She needs some time to adapt.

Especially in the middle of the night, once you vaguely see a heterosexual at home, you must beat him as a thief with her reflection arc.

In the room.

Now there is only white wilderness left.

I didn't see much when I came in just now. Now I look carefully and find that even clothes are ready in the wardrobe. I don't need anything. It's like returning to my own home.

He went into the bathroom to take a shower, then lay in bed thinking about what had happened in the past two days. Bai Huang unconsciously fell asleep.

I was speechless all night.

The next morning.

At more than seven in the morning, Bai Huang, who had finished washing, left the room. Today, Thursday, I have to go to school.

Originally, Bai Huang was going to call mu Qianlian to get up, but after thinking about several regulations mu Qianlian wrote yesterday, he didn't call and went downstairs.

"What smells so good?"

Walking to the entrance of the stairs, Bai Huang was surprised. He smelled such a sweet smell when he woke up. Who can stand it.

At this time, master Mulin came out of the kitchen.

"Yo, your boy is awake. I don't have to call you. Come down and have breakfast. It's just made." Mu Lin shouted at the stairway where Bai Huang was located.

"OK." Bai Huang quickly went downstairs.

When I went to the kitchen, I saw mu Qianlian holding several bowls of breakfast porridge, which was fresh shrimp and mushroom porridge.

The next picture is an old man and two young people drinking porridge around the table.

As far as Baihuang is concerned, because there is only one person in the family, the experience of eating breakfast with others like this has really been gone for a long time.

"Xiao Huang, Xiao Lian, I'll send someone to take you to school later." Murin preached.

Hearing this, mu Qianlian seemed to have no response at all, that is, he neither objected nor agreed. In short, he acquiesced in his grandfather's decision, or was too lazy to refute it.

"OK." He nodded. Bai Huang had no other opinion. If he took a ride, he would probably be late. At that time, he would have to be killed by the head teacher.

After more than ten minutes, after breakfast, Bai Huang and mu Qianlian got into their driver's car and went to Wentian high school under the arrangement of Mu Lin.

Driving all the way, the atmosphere in the car was quiet and strange. Mu Qianlian's line of sight always fell out of the window and never looked at the white waste.

At a place not far from Wentian high school, the driver stopped.

"Miss, here we are." The driver in the front row preached.

Then, taking his schoolbag, mu Qianlian got out of the car and chose to walk on.

"Young master Baihuang, don't mind. Miss usually gets off here. It has nothing to do with you." The driver explained.

Mu Qianlian's behavior is easy to be misunderstood. She dislikes Bai Huang, but the truth is not. Mu Qianlian always got off here before. She doesn't want to be too ostentatious and park her car at the school gate.

"Oh, I see. I'll get off first. It's hard." With that, Bai Huang got out of the car.

At present, it is not far from Wentian high school. Bai Huang doesn't want to get off at the school gate with a Maserati. Otherwise, he has to become the focus of public opinion. This is not his favorite living condition.

Five or six minutes later, Bai Huang and mu Qianlian successively entered Wentian high school. They were only five or six meters apart.

Obviously, it is easy to see that since mu Qianlian was close to Wentian high school, countless students stopped on mu Qianlian by the side of the road.

This can be said to be an ordinary phenomenon. As one of the two school flower goddesses of Wentian high school, influence is never a joke.

However, in addition to admiring thousands of pity, Baihuang is undoubtedly the biggest focus.

You know, Bai Huang is a few meters behind mu Qianlian at the moment. If it were normal, the big guy would certainly regard Bai Huang as a stalker, that is, tracking mu Qianlian.

But after some things after school yesterday afternoon, people can't think so!