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"I'm Yan Nuan, but not Yan Nuan."

Mu Zeshen let go of Yan Nuan, and his face had already returned to his usual cold appearance.

He glanced at Yan Nuan lightly, as if the gaffe just now had never happened: "In this case, I don't want to hear it from your mouth a second time." ”

Yan Nuan squinted her eyes, a little puzzled, and whispered, "...... Be. ”

The car stopped in front of a hotel in the city.

The uniformed doorman outside the hotel was well-trained, and he recognized it as Mr. Mu's car at a glance, and hurriedly trotted over to open the door.

Yan Nuan got out of the car first.

The doorman didn't expect to get out of Mr. Mu's car, a little girl in simple clothes, and was slightly stunned.

Yan Nuan smiled at the doorman.

This hotel is famous for its French restaurant on the top floor, and when Yan Nuan was still in Mujia, it was here that he came the most.

Mu Zeshen then got out of the car. The doorman hurriedly led Mu Zeshen inside.

"Mr. Mu, please come here."

Two years have passed, the hotel is still a revolving wooden door, into the lobby, the lobby roof hanging crystal chandelier, bright light and shadow, bright as day.

Yan Nuan's expression was in a trance, as if she had returned to the time when everyone regarded her as Miss Mujia.

Even if two years have passed, for her, it has only been a month.

A man like Mu Zeshen carries a powerful aura wherever he goes, and he is the focus of attention. In the past, she could walk beside him as a daughter, and others took it for granted, but now with Yan Nuan's identity, others seem to have a little more self-evident charm.

Mu Zeshen walked straight ahead, his steps were steady, and Yan Nuan followed behind, absentmindedly following.

Her current dress was incompatible with here, and she was following Mu Zeshen's side, and the eyes around her fell on her, which made her unbearable.

The waiter took Mu Zeshen and Yan Nuan to the pre-determined box and respectfully handed over the menu.

In French restaurants, the menu is all in French.

Yan Nuan flipped through the menu and casually reported a few dish names to the waiter.

Mu Zeshen heard Yan Nuan's fluent French, and a trace of surprise flashed in his eyes.

The dishes came up soon, and Yan Nuan silently ate what was in front of her, just thinking about going home as soon as she finished this meal.

Compared to the things here, she still misses the pork rib soup that Shan Yuzhu stewed for her more.

After the two of them finished eating a meal quietly, Yan Nuan proposed to go home: "Mr. Mu, thank you for your hospitality, but my mother is still waiting for me at home, I want to go home first." ”

Mu Zeshen's dark eyes were bottomless, looking at Yan Nuan's hands, which were weak and boneless, white and tender like a baby's skin, but they were handy with Western-style tableware.

A child from a poor family, lying in the hospital for two years. This is the information obtained by Mu Zeshen's investigation, and there is nothing special.

Mu Zeshen suddenly said slowly: "You speak French very well......

“……”

Yan Nuan was shocked, secretly annoyed that he hadn't noticed these small details, and sure enough, because he was with Mu Zeshen, he would always mess up.

In an instant, she had to make up an excuse, "I learned it in school." ”。