Chapter 2249

But Nangong Mo at the moment is different from when she just put an ice bag on her. He neatly fastened his seat belt, engaged, stepped on the accelerator and adjusted the steering wheel... The whole process was smooth and natural, but he didn't turn around to look at her, as if he regarded her as negligible air.

Shu Muwan's fingers tightened and the ice in the ice bag "clucked", and finally he couldn't hold his breath first: "Nangong Mo, did you really ask someone to shoot?!"

It's unreasonable!

Besides, he asked someone to shoot. Don't you want to explain to her?

"Yes." He nodded, and a short, plain word was a response to all her anger.

If you don't avoid, Guangming Lei admits everything, but... No regrets! No guilt at all!

"Nangong Mo! Don't go too far! " No matter how good his temper was, he would break out. Shu Muwan couldn't bear to scold him, bit his teeth and directly smashed the ice bag in his hand——

Center side face!

It must hurt to be hit by the hard ice, because Shu Muwan clearly saw his eyebrows frowning heavily, and the plastic bag wrapped with ice rolled down, and finally fell on his embarrassing part and stopped steadily

Nangong Mo's face smelled to the extreme in an instant. Shu Muwan could almost imagine his storm.

Shu Muwan faintly regretted that although she was angry with him, she was not stupid enough to have a direct conflict with him. Nangong Mo was not a person she could figure out! If he can shoot for small things, it's hard to guarantee that he won't kill for argument

The two hands on the knee are tight. Shu Muwan doesn't open his face and is silent. He deadlocked in this silent way.

"Patter!"

The ice bag that fell on him was picked up by him, gently thrown in front of her: "press."

Shu Muwan didn't look at him, but he was surprised: isn't he... Angry? Doesn't he lose his temper first?

"I don't like to see you show off in front of me." At the time of Shu Muwan's random speculation, Nangong Mo's voice has faintly spread. His voice is still cold, but his tone is much more stable. "I have arranged a sniper today, and you don't need to do it."

He was still puzzled by the residual pictures in his mind - when she fell to the ground, there were many emotions in his mind, but he couldn't catch them! At that time, he just instinctively rushed to protect her first

Afterwards, he couldn't catch the fleeting emotion!

Therefore, he was confused and even more inexplicably angry.

"How do I know that you can deploy snipers..." Shu Muwan murmured softly, taking a soft approach to the matter, and felt a little guilty at the bottom of her heart: if she didn't make her own decision, those snipers would shoot anesthetic guns. Wouldn't that person have to... Jump off a building?

Of course, this idea is obviously that Shu Muwan muttered about Nangong Mo's bloodthirsty and cruel ability.

"I said I had plans, but you didn't listen." Nangong Mo's face was still cold. Thinking of what she said to the bandits, he couldn't help getting angry, "I made you limp and told you not to go, and you didn't listen... You're provoking me, so I asked someone to shoot."

"I annoy you?" Shu Muwan instinctively retorted, but he was stunned when he just opened his mouth - er, he said these, is... Explaining?

He'll explain?!

This sudden cognition made Shu Muwan a little difficult to adapt. She said it better, and even was flattered. She didn't open her face a little embarrassed, and her voice was almost as thin as a mosquito and a fly: "how did I know that the arrangement you said arranged for me to die with him..."

"Will I watch you die?"

This sudden cognition made Shu Muwan a little difficult to adapt. She said it better, and even was flattered. She didn't open her face a little embarrassed, and her voice was almost as thin as a mosquito and a fly: "how did I know that the arrangement you said arranged for me to die with him..."

"I need to come in person to die together?" The hands holding the steering wheel tightened. Because of his anger, the green veins on his arm burst, "I've made arrangements. Will you have anything to do?"

Nangong Mo blurted out angrily. His intention was to scold her for being a retarded idiot, but as soon as he spoke, the two people in the carriage were quiet at the same time——

"Will you still have something to do with my arrangements?"

It sounds like a promise or guarantee, which makes Shu Muwan's face change, and then unnaturally don't open his face, but his heart is confused with him. Obviously unintentional, but it has become intentional. In the silent carriage, they don't say a word, but there is an unspeakable ambiguity flowing in each other

"Ice bag... Press it yourself." After clearing his throat, Nangong Mo finally took the lead in breaking the silence and returning to the first topic.

"Yes." Shu Muwan answered faintly. After picking up the ice bag, he stopped again. Thinking of the place where it had just fallen, although it must not be dirty, but

An unnatural blush appeared on her little face. She quickly took out a few pieces of tissue paper, wiped it around the ice bag, and then pressed it on her forehead again - the cold touch dissolved the dull pain of congestion and swelling, and calmed the inexplicable heat on her face

When she returned to calm, Nangong Mo coldly took back the remaining light from the corners of her eyes.

However, because of her little action, his face still stinks - she thinks he's dirty? Hum!

Holding an ice bag in one hand, Shu Muwan looked out of the window and looked at the familiar scenery outside——

Because he was still in the campus, his speed was very slow, and she could even see the dead leaves on the trees on both sides of the Boulevard. Winter is coming, and it coincides with the winter vacation. A thick layer of fallen leaves have been accumulated on the road, and no one has cleaned it. The wheels roll up and make a "clatter" crisp sound

The basketball court next to it is also empty. The paint on the blue basketball frame has already fallen off for a few days, and it looks mottled.

Everything is different!

Unlike in the midsummer of that year, she sat in the back seat of his bike with her little hand around his waist. When she passed the bustling basketball court, senior students would always stop to whistle and coax them, and then she shyly buried her whole face on his back

The original precipitation for a long time memory, once remembered, the picture is still so clear.

She can remember his broad back, the T-shirt he wears, his slender arms, the clear blood vessels on the back of his hands... Shu Muwan's lips are slightly raised: she once rode his bike and passed the best 17 years old.

Now, he is still next to her, just

She slowly looked back at Nangong Mo: it's just... He's no longer him.

Shu Muwan slowly turned back and looked at Nangong Mo in the driver's seat. The lips that had been raised had added a few unspeakable bitterness - four years later, he was still beside her, but... He was no longer him.

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