C8

The things that marked his Gu Mo City, even if he did not hate nor have any feelings, he could not tolerate being humiliated like this. He had always been proud and honorable, and even everything around him became arrogant.

He didn't know if this habit of his had angered him, or if her casual attitude had angered him. In short, he had never felt this kind of anger before.

Mu Ran was shocked by his inexplicable anger. He pursed his lips.

"Mu Xi Yan!"

He glared at her maliciously, then let her go and got back in the driver's seat and started the car.

Mu Xiyan? If you dare to touch my people, I will make you die an ugly death!

Because of this small incident, the originally cold atmosphere between the two became even more suffocating, with some depressing factors flowing in the air.

After a long time, she suddenly turned around to break the deadlock. A pair of bright eyes sized him up from head to toe.

"You want to touch the Mu family?"

Although her words were a question, her tone was extremely certain.

There was a flash of surprise in his deep eyes, and then, after a moment, he said with a half-joking smile,

"Women who are too smart won't be liked by men!"

"Be careful not to bet wrongly!"

She looked at him with a complicated expression before replying with a few cold words, falling silent once again.

Towards him, she could only point it out to the limit. There were some things that she needed to know for herself.

He didn't think that she would be able to see through him so thoroughly. What was even more unexpected was that after she had seen through his intentions, she was actually able to say it so calmly.

He had never expected that she would throw him such a ridiculous sentence. The sharp eyes that looked forward slightly narrowed. This little girl from the Mu family, what kind of person was she exactly? He couldn't help but be curious …

Thus, he took advantage of the conversation she had started and began to chat casually.

"What major did you study in college?"

After asking, he realized that from the moment they had met, he had always been the one in the lead. She had always been neither salty nor cold, neither hot nor cold, and she had always been standing guard over her own world. Now, besides knowing her name, he had gained nothing else from her.

Hearing him ask her what she was studying, she slouched back in her chair, cocked her head, and said with some uncertainty,

"Maybe it's the Chinese department?"

From the corner of his eye, he could see her upturned nose, her delicate profile, and the slight frown that made him feel something lovely. However, her reply made him instantly give up on that idea.

"Could it be?"

He felt a headache coming on. Could it be that she didn't even know what he had learned? She was truly strange!

"En!"

Facing his surprise, she merely gave a nonchalant "En" and turned her head away, no longer saying anything. She clearly didn't want to continue any topic of conversation.

It suddenly occurred to him that talking to her was a difficult and tiresome task, and he was frustrated by the feeling that everything was out of his control. He felt that if he continued the conversation, sooner or later he would go crazy, and so he fell silent as well.

Anyway, he was willing to marry, she was willing to marry, it was obviously a very simple matter, why did he have to be so exhausted?

His business was to let those who ruined his family receive their retribution one by one! Thinking of this, a gloomy look appeared on his handsome face. He exerted some force with his feet and the silver-gray car whizzed past, bringing with it a cold chill.

Towards his abnormality, Mu Ran could only slightly turn his head and glance at him before continuing to remain silent.

In fact, she really didn't know what major she was studying. In any case, she wasn't interested in it at all. In the past two years, she had skipped more classes than she had before.

That year, when she submitted her aspiration form, she completely copied that of her high school friend Luo Xintong. At that time, the girls were always a bit sentimental and sentimental, plus they came from the liberal arts class, so Luo Xintong's wish was to be a talented female student of the Chinese department.

Walking on the shady path of the ivory tower with her long hair fluttering in the wind and elegant white clothes, the boys all whistled loudly. Now, the "talented girl" Luo Shintong had already done it and was always number one in each test.

So there was Luo Xintong, who was not so miserable every time she took the exam.

"Long hair fluttering in the wind, white clothes fluttering in the wind"... Remembering Luo Xingtong's face as the president of the Student Union, with his short hair and swift movements, she couldn't help but sigh in her heart.

Just as she was lost in her thoughts, the car had already arrived at the entrance of her school. She gave a faint "thank you" before turning around to leave, but her small hand was grabbed by him.