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"Yes!"

She didn't know why he would suddenly ask this question, so she could only answer honestly.

"Oh? Who did you learn it from? "

He raised his eyebrows, his slender fingers caressing the cigarette butt as he pressed it into the ashtray on the bedside. Then, he asked in a seemingly casual manner.

She didn't know if he was intentionally asking this or if he was just asking by accident. Riding a horse, this kind of aristocratic sport was something that only the rich and rich like Lin Wen Cheng could afford to entertain her with, so it was naturally Lin Wen Cheng who had taught her this.

Gu Mo Cheng stood up and walked toward her like an agile cheetah in the early morning sun. He immediately squeezed away the warm sunlight around her.

Standing in front of her, he lifted her chin up with his bony fingers and leaned over her slightly. The faint scent of tobacco seeped into her nose, and he slowly spat out three words.

"Lin Wen City?"

A trace of pain flashed across her face. Why did he insist on forcing her into a corner? Since he knew, why did he have to force her to speak up? So she just looked at him and went on silent.

He seemed to be very dissatisfied with her. With just a little bit of force from his finger, her head was forcefully pulled over. It was so hard that she could hear the cracking sound coming from her own neck.

"Then let me see your riding skills!"

He gave her these words and turned and went into the bathroom, leaving only Mu Ran smiling wryly. Her riding technique? How could a disciple taught by such a serious and patient man like Lin Wen Cheng be weak?

Not to mention that she was his most beloved woman at that time, so he wished he could pull out his heart and stick it onto her body. In the past, whenever she was sad or unhappy, he would take her to the racetrack to run a few laps.

This was because Lin Wencheng knew her personality. She wouldn't argue, she wouldn't confide in others, she wouldn't complain. Everything would just be hidden deep in her heart, so this method of venting through sweat was most suitable for a person with her personality.

Why did this man choose to ride a horse when he had so many ways to amuse himself?

She recalled the beautiful times, drying her hair and changing her clothes.

Gu Mo City came out and opened the suitcase that Mu Rong Yan had brought with him to find clothes to wear.

The more he turned, the uglier his face became. Finally, with an ashen face, he stood up and coldly accused a certain lady who was already dressed neatly and looked very pleasing to his eyes.

"Woman, your taste is really terrible!"

The clothes this woman brought him didn't have a matching outfit. They were a mess of colors and styles, and all of them were casual as there weren't even any formal suits.

Did she bring him all the clothes he owned in the cloakroom? Her deep eyes couldn't help but shoot a cold glance at her. At this moment, her black, light blue, grinded jeans with wine red hair was tied up high on her head.

He looked fresh and clean, but also faintly exuded a little handsome aura. His brows furrowed even deeper. Seeing how she usually didn't wear such low taste clothes, he couldn't help but suspect if she had deliberately made his clothes look like this.

The look of regret on his face made Mu Yurou feel very good. Didn't he ask her to help him pack his luggage? Then she would give him a "good" clean up, and there would be a bunch of "mixed together".

However, on the surface, she still pretended to be innocent.

"What's wrong?"

"Look at the clothes you brought me."

Gu Mo Cheng's anger rose when he saw how undressed she was. He had always cared about his appearance and appearance. If she wanted him to dress like this, she might as well just let him die!

With an innocent expression on his face, Mu Wenwen spread his hands.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Gu. I've never been good at matching a man's clothes. I'm really sorry!"

"And you didn't even bring me an official suit?"

As Gu Mo Cheng spoke, he kicked the huge luggage in anger, but forgot that he was only wearing slippers. He immediately grimaced from the pain coming from his toes.

He lowered his head and pretended to be very sorry as he muttered in a low voice,

"Aren't you out on vacation? What's the point of bringing a suit? "

Seeing how she wanted to laugh but didn't dare to, Gu Mo City was completely enraged.

"Don't you know that when a man goes out, there may be a social interaction?"

"How should I know? I'm not a man! "

Mu Ran was stunned by his shout. Wasn't it just wearing clothes? Did he have to get so angry? Moreover, with his figure and temperament, any piece of clothing that he wore would definitely be different.

However, how would she know that he was actually only angry at her for not putting him in her heart and just fooling him around? Perhaps, even Gu Mo City didn't know that his sudden rage was because of this.

Gu Mo City had no way to deal with her because he was the one who had ordered them to clean up their things. Now that they were tidying up like this, he couldn't blame anyone else.

The two of them were in a stalemate. After a while, Gu Mo Cheng fretted and crawled his hair. He cursed under his breath as he grabbed a few pieces of clothing from the suitcase and carried them into the bathroom.

However, the moment he came out, she immediately became embarrassed, because he was wearing the exact same clothes as her. Although the black T-shirt and pale blue jeans were of a different quality and his expensive civilian attire, they matched well with each other and matched well with each other.

However, he had to admit that this man was not some ordinary clothes rack. Such a simple design and ordinary colors made him look extraordinarily attractive on his body. The pure black made him look even more thin and cold.

She suddenly regretted her mischievous act. If she had brought some formal clothes for him, she wouldn't be in such a sorry state. After all, her clothes were mostly comfortable and she didn't have any formal clothes.

Seeing her awkward expression, the displeasure on Gu Mo Cheng's face finally dissipated. He walked up with large strides and put his arm around her shoulders, then brought her along with him as he walked out.

"Let's go out for a stroll!"

She was not used to being intimate with him at all, so she shook her shoulders in an attempt to get rid of his arms.

"Gu Mo Cheng, don't hold my shoulders like that, I can't even walk!"

She really couldn't walk anymore. When his arm covered her, her entire body stiffened. How could she walk? She was practically dragged along by him as she walked.

On the other hand, he was obedient. He obediently let go of the arm wrapped around her shoulders, and his big hand held onto her small hand. Then, he charmingly whispered into her ear.

"Do you know how to walk?"

"…"

Her face reddened slightly. She wanted to say, Why don't you put your arm around my shoulder, at least so that there won't be a tight contact between the palms, so that there won't be a wave of heat coming from the palms.

She only felt that her palm was wet. His steps were too big, causing her to be held by his hand, but her body was a step behind him. Such a distance seemed like the sweetest distance to an outsider.

The step that wasn't too close to her made people feel sick of her, and the step that wasn't too far away made people feel as if a man was carrying everything in front of him, while the woman was always protected in the wings behind his back, freely soaring in the sky he propped up.

And so, a scene like this happened in the lobby of the hotel. A pair of lovers walked forward hand in hand. The man had an outstanding temperament, while the woman lowered her head in shyness and charms.

However, when they pushed open the door of the hotel, all the sweet harmony came to an end. The hotel they were staying in was an ancient castle of the middle world. The entire hotel was surrounded by a dense sea of purple lavender flowers, giving it a sense of ease that made it seem like it was isolated from the rest of the world.

Only, that sea of dense and dazzling purple flowers instantly caused Mu Biao's face to turn deathly pale. A burst of laughter that sounded like silver bells emerged in his mind:

"Brother Wen Cheng, when we get married, we must go on our honeymoon, okay?"

A young girl with a purple ribbon tied around her wrist was hugging a man who was engrossed in reading and studying from the back. She was mischievously acting coquettishly, and her small white porcelain face was filled with a happy smile.

"Good!" Of course! My little princess says we will go wherever she goes! "

Lin Wen Cheng pulled her head down and kissed her lips. His warm eyes were filled with love.

"If you like, I'll buy a house there, and we'll settle there from now on!"