When Mu Ziyang heard this, the smile on his face became even cleaner: "It seems that you are making trouble with me, right?" ”

After Mu Ziyang finished speaking, he glanced at Leng Bingling, and then turned around and left without looking back.

Leng Bingling stood in place, watching Mu Ziyang's figure disappear completely, and his face was gloomy.

Secretly biting his lip, Leng Bingling squeezed his hands together fiercely, not feeling the pain of his nails piercing his palms.

Leng Bingling's eyes gradually became fierce: "Zhang Zhitao, I won't let you get your wish, you wait!" ”

Mu Ziyang was in a bad mood, driving around T City, and zuihou stopped in a scenic spot.

This scenic area is not a high mountain, the scenery on the mountain is pleasant, and there are vaguely two or three villas, all of which can be afforded by some rich and noble families.

Mu Ziyang sat in the car for a while, his mood became more and more irritable, and Leng Bingling's words hovered in his mind from time to time-

Ziyang, I feel like you like her.

Hopefully my feelings are wrong.

Ziyang, you really fell in love with that, right?

Thinking back to what Leng Bingling said, Mu Ziyang only felt that his chest was very uncomfortable, as if he was about to explode.

Leng Bingling said it well, he was in love with Zhang Zhitao, and he already knew this cognition.

Maybe it was Zhang Zhitao's tenacity and perseverance that reminded him of his childhood self, with similar experiences and the same despair, so in such a situation, it was extremely easy to be moved.

Or maybe it was Zhang Zhitao's true and unpretentious, which made him see the truth he wanted in this materialistic society, so he felt that he was very special, and he was moved unconsciously.

Or perhaps, there is no need for any reason at all, not weishenme, just like.

However, even if you like it, you can't say it at all, and you can't say it.

Because there is no result.

Mu Ziyang's hand holding the steering wheel seemed to be very strong, and even his knuckles were slightly white.

"What the hell am I going to do?" Mu Ziyang muttered to himself, but there was no answer.

Like the peach of the previous chapter, that kind of faint worry, faint like, and faint satisfaction, all of which are feelings that have never been felt before.

What's more, he does not reject that feeling, and even hopes to have further in-depth and development.

He hopes that Zhang Zhitao will also fall in love with him.

"No, you can't!" As soon as that thought came to mind, Mu Ziyang immediately shook his head and denied it.