"You rascal! Brigand! You, you, you, dare to rob the people's daughter! Mu Xingchen threw Mengjun in the co-pilot's seat, and Mengjun began to scold angrily. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

Mu Xingchen first ignored her, and was scolded by her in a hurry, so he suddenly forced her over, his handsome smile showed a bit of charm and evil spirit against the warm orange lights of the carriage, such a strong pressure instantly silenced Mengjun. She stared nervously at his handsome face, which was getting closer and closer to her, and felt as if her will was gradually detaching herself from her body.

"Do you know what a rogue is?" Mu Xingchen casually twisted the switch of the stereo, and a melodious and soothing music instantly filled the carriage, and the flow of music with this warm light made this small but warm carriage full of demagogic ambiguity.

Mengjun wanted to open his mouth and continue to scold him, but found that his tongue suddenly wooden. She could only stare blankly at this demonic man.

Mu Xingchen stretched out his slender fingers and gently stroked her face, as if he was caressing an extremely precious work of art in the world. Then his lips came to her ear, and her round white earlobes were as lovely as being carved from white jade, and he couldn't help but peck them there. This immediately caused a powerful vibration in her body.

"Do you know what a rascal would do to a beautiful girl like you? You don't know how cute you are! And how demagogic! His damn magnetic voice still rang in her ears, and every sound, every word caused her body to vibrate intensely, a vibration that was not controlled by her own subjective consciousness. This shock made her even more shy and self-conscious. How could she do that? How could she be so shameless?

Could it be that today, the chastity she has cherished for eighteen years is going to be destroyed by this black-bellied man? Two crystal clear tears involuntarily slipped down her cheeks. Like two pearls gently rolling on a white jade plate.

Mu Xingchen hurriedly stretched out his hand to catch the two teardrops. He slowly held it in front of his eyes, looked at the two drops of crystal things, his heart was tightened in vain, and he didn't say anything more, but sat up straight and concentrated on driving.

Mengjun's tense body like a bow slowly relaxed, and she couldn't help but secretly look at the silhouette of Mu Xingchen driving. Immediately, there was an exclamation in my heart: Oh my God! How can you make a man so perfect? His full forehead was as shiny as marble, his dark brows were like swords and axes, and his eyes were as radiant as any gem in the world, and his lips were ...... Thin and moist, she couldn't help but blush and heartbeat when she remembered that it was just when these lips were pecked on her earlobes.

What's wrong? What's wrong with her? How could she be deceived by this black-bellied man? What kind of person is he-the son and brother who is high up in the world; What kind of person is she - an ordinary and ordinary poor girl who does her duty. No matter what kind of situation it is, she and him will not have anything to do with each other. His so-called attention and care is just a kind of child's inherent curiosity, how could he really fall in love with her? He's just playing, but why should she be forced to be his doll against her will?

In today's era of money worship, I don't know how many girls are so hopeful and eager to be the girlfriend of such a rich and handsome man, even if it is only a girlfriend for a month or even a few days, but that person will never be her - Zhuo Mengjun. Her ordinary but beautiful rose should only belong to those boys who agree with the ordinary but duty, such as Du Mingfeng.

Mengjun thought about it like this, and fell asleep unconsciously.

Mu Xingchen turned his face slightly and glanced at her sleeping position. It was evident that she had slept restlessly, her brows still frowning tightly. It's so uncomfortable to watch. Her discomfort also made him uncomfortable.

Mu Xingchen slowly parked the car on the side of the road, got out of the car, took out a Xia Liang quilt from the trunk in the back, and gently covered her body. Seeing that there were still unwiped tears in the corners of her eyes, he couldn't help but feel another heartache. He kissed her without thinking about it, but the movements were very light and very soft, lest he would wake her up in his dream.

Her tears were salty, and in this life, he had tasted only her own tears, but he felt that her tears were much saltier than his own. When he was a child, he once heard his grandmother tell him that if people's tears are very salty, it means that his heart is very bitter. He sat quietly beside her, feeling a throbbing pain in his heart, eighteen years old! She's only eighteen! Is there so much pain in my heart?

He stretched out his hand slowly, and without hesitation, lovingly, and tightly took her hand in his palm, and swore in his heart that he would never let her cry again; Even if it's crying, he's going to turn her tears into sweet.