MTL - Secret Love-Chapter 53 (2)

After sorting out the mask on his face with his mobile phone, and after sorting out his own image, he complained in a slightly hoarse voice: "Yi Wulan, did you do it on purpose?"

Isn't it just discovered by fans? Is such a big reaction necessary?

And they have gone out so many times, when did they meet a large number of enthusiastic fans?

Don't think she doesn't know that Yi Wulan pressed the mask so **** purpose just now, is there any reason for it?

Mu Yanxi asked a few more questions, but no matter how much she rambled on, Yi Wulan didn't respond.

It was like treating her like air.

Mu Yanxi was immediately annoyed, and threatened: "Yi Wulan, if you ignore me again, believe it or not, I'll kiss you here!"

Yi Wulan stopped, and suddenly reached out her hand in her direction.

Mu Yanxi backed away in fright, fearing that she would be choked by Yi Wulan's action again.

But as soon as she moved, Yi Wulan grabbed her arm and pinched her face with the other hand, "What nonsense are you talking outside?"

Her fingertips were a little cold, and she squeezed it before retracting her hand. But behind a mask, Mu Yanxi's face seemed to be getting hotter and hotter.

Mu Yanxi followed Yi Wulan's footsteps unconvinced: "Why are you so fierce, what if my face was torn by you?"

"Knowing that you are delicate, pay more attention to your body and don't get sick again."

Mu Yanxi smiled and said: "I see, I want to live a long life."

She paused, and couldn't help reminding, poking Yi Wulan's hand: "Yi Wulan, don't forget, you are with me."

Yi Wulan was silent for two seconds, looked at the withered trees along the road, and said calmly: "But, winter is coming."

She didn't know whether Mu Yanxi understood the meaning, and there was a faint anxiety between her brows.

Mu Yanxi was stunned for several seconds before realizing the deep meaning in Yi Wulan's words.

Since Yi Wulan snubbed her in the study last time, she hasn't heard Yi Wulan's emo for a long time.

Yi Wulan was still looking at the trees in a daze, and the bodyguard and Chen Xu stood behind them like a wall, blocking the sight of others.

Her eyes stayed on the fallen leaves for a long time, until the assistants who went in had completed the pre-boarding procedures and sent messages, Yi Wulan looked away.

It was as if looking at this tree reminded me of my own fate of premature aging in the future.

Suddenly, a cold hand stretched out from the side and took Yi Wulan's hand.

Yi Wulan was taken aback for a moment, then raised her head in a daze.

Before going out, Mu Yanxi deliberately curled herself into a beautiful shape with a disposable curling iron. Now that the wind blows, it immediately becomes a mess. A few fallen leaves are still hanging in her hair, and the beautiful little flower peacock is in a mess. .

She was supposed to be very irritable and dissatisfied, but for some reason, her mood was unexpectedly calm, and the eyes she looked at Yi Wulan seemed extremely gentle.

If the group of black fans on Weibo saw Mu Yanxi's appearance, their jaws would drop in shock. The arrogance and arrogance they usually treat them seems to be a fake.

Mu Yanxi held Yi Wulan's hand, and led the person to another flower bed, where clumps of small white daisies were planted. Even at the end of autumn when everything is withered, flowers are still blooming vigorously.

Yi Wulan was a little confused, but Mu Yanxi just pulled her forcibly without saying a word, and took her fingertips to poke forward bit by bit, "Look."

Yi Wulan turned her head slightly, and her eyes fell on Mu Yanxi, "What?"

But not long after she looked at it, she felt a moist and slightly cool touch on her fingertips.

Yi Wulan looked along her fingertips.

Mu Yanxi took her hand, touched one of the little daisies, and said softly: "Yi Wulan, the flower is blooming."

In late autumn, not to mention the delicate flowers, even the tall trees are left bare by the wind. But after the little daisy under him was blown by the wind, it only moved slightly under Yi Wulan's fingertips.

The autumn wind is bleak, but the little daisies in this altar are struggling to take root. It is difficult to use this fragile life to face the sun and bloom their own beauty.

The law of blooming in spring and falling in autumn seems to be broken by this cluster of flowers.

Flowers can break through the winter, and so can people.

Some things don't need to be said clearly.

Mu Yanxi finally let go of her hand, shrank her fingertips a little coldly, and stuffed her hand into Yi Wulan's untied windbreaker openly, covering Yi Wulan's waist to keep warm.

After covering for a few seconds, Mu Yanxi looked up slightly as if she had noticed something.

Yi Wulan was looking at her.

Those usually indifferent eyes seemed to be tinged with life again, and there was a bit of a hidden smile.

"What are you looking at? If it weren't for you, I wouldn't be blowing the cold wind here, so what if you cover me." Mu Yanxi said sleepily, but she didn't forget to stretch her teeth and claws, "Okay, go in quickly, Later, the wind will blow you ill and delay Rong Jia's business, I can't afford it."

Yi Wulan responded, but still looked at her.

"Oh, don't you know the way?" Mu Yanxi pulled Yi Wulan and walked towards the airport, "Yi Wulan, your brain injury shouldn't affect your hearing. Let me tell you, I don't like to follow A deaf man stays together."

Yi Wulan paused, then looked straight at Mu Yanxi: "Then if I'm deaf, will you divorce me?"

Mu Yanxi was stunned, and pinched Yi Wulan fiercely: "Yi Wulan, don't even think about it."

Seeming to be out of breath, he threw Yi Wulan away and walked forward on his own.

After walking a few steps, he still didn't forget to turn his head and add viciously: "Unless you compensate Rong Jia to me, there will be no talk."

The corners of Yi Wulan's lips curled up slightly, and she stepped forward to hold Mu Yanxi's hand.

"Why, please contact my lawyer if you want to transfer the shares."

Yi Wulan raised her eyebrows: "Do you have a lawyer?"

Mu Yanxi stammered and retorted: "I...my sister's is mine, why don't you just find her?"

Yi Wulan took Mu Yanxi's hand, and gently put the things down in his palm: "That's not okay, your Xinyu's lawyer deals with money all day, I can't afford it."

"If you can't afford to offend me, don't attack me. Be careful that I will steal your money someday." Mu Yanxi looked down at her hand, "What the **** are you..."

The voice stopped abruptly after seeing something clearly.

In her palm lay a small daisy quietly.

It was stained with a few drops of morning dew, and also carried a few traces of residual warmth from Yi Wulan's hands.

Mu Yanxi was startled, the hand that was about to throw away, but couldn't.

When she came back to her senses, a chuckle came from her ear: "Is that how you like it?"

As soon as Mu Yanxi looked up, Yi Wulan had already walked to the security checkpoint holding her other hand.

If it wasn't for wearing a mask, Mu Yanxi really had the urge to rush up and bite Yi Wulan.

But after all, she cared about her own face, and ruthlessly stuffed the little daisy into Yi Wulan's windbreaker pocket: "Who cares about your broken flowers."

It's just that the little daisy in her palm was not put into Yi Wulan's pocket, but quietly stuffed into her own clothes.