"Ah......h

As soon as Wen Miao looked up, he saw a figure standing at the top of the slope, and subconsciously called out.

Soprano, it can be described as earth-shattering.

Seeing the person above against the light, Wen Miao was shocked, but her eyes lit up.

Isn't this the man she had in mind? What a surprise.

The man stood upright like a green pine, with his hands behind his waist, and he couldn't see the look on his face clearly, but the whole person exuded a touch of unapproachable breath.

The one standing on his shoulder was the one who was supposed to be the little squirrel who had just left.

The white T on Wen Miao's body was already black and yellow, her hair was messy, her originally fair and clean face was also stained with mud marks, and her straight legs under her shorts were full of small scratches, which was completely different from the appearance of the second time she appeared in front of him with careful dressing.

She just stood below with a full body of embarrassment and watched the man she admired walk towards her step by step, he was like a hero, falling from the sky.

She probably understood the so-called life-saving grace of the ancients...... There is nothing to repay, well, she also has to promise herself.

Mu Yanjiu walked in front of Wen Miao in silence and glanced at her injured foot.

Inexplicably, Wen Miao read a hint of mockery from his expressionless face.

Wen Miao: "......"

Mu Yanjiu bent down slightly, Wen Miao watched his movements stunned, and his heart thumped as if he was about to explode his ears.

He's going to ......

Wen Miao thought he wanted the princess to hug her...... Mu Yanjiu bent down slightly, his hand ran through the crook of her foot, pressed her body on his shoulder, and then directly carried her up.

That's right, it's to treat her like a sack and carry it on your shoulders.

Wen Miao's blood rushed straight to the door of her head, and she felt that her head was about to explode, and she didn't know if it was because of her anger or the action of carrying the sack to him.

She lay on his shoulder, and went to his mother's princess hug in a heart.

But what she said was: "Big brother, can we change to a move that is not so difficult?" ”

He didn't make a sound, and walked silently carrying Wen Miao.

When Wen Miao thought he wouldn't answer, he spoke, his voice as cold and ruthless as ever, and he didn't have any emotion.

"You can choose to walk back."

Wen Miao: Is there a third option for "......"?

At this time, if Wen Miao has a little backbone, she will not be carried back like a sack.

Wen Miao has a backbone and a proud body, but she seems to be ...... for this man You can't be tough.

So, she can only ......

"Slow down, I'm going to vomit ......"

"Ah, I'm really going to vomit, don't blame me for spitting on you......" As soon as Wen Miao's words fell, Mu Yanjiu stopped.

Wen Miao thought she was saved, but she heard his cold voice.

"I threw up, and I crawled back."

Wen Miao: "......" I hold back. She likes a fairy, and she's tired.

After Mu Yanjiu finished speaking indifferently, he kept carrying her, looked directly at the front and continued to walk expressionlessly.

Wen Miao's legs hanging on his shoulders kept kicking, and Bai Huahua's thighs flashed in front of his eyes from time to time, and he looked at the road ahead, walking steadily.

Being in such close contact with him, but in such an uncomfortable posture, this is probably sweet torture. Wen Miao lay on his shoulder, her face was a little red, and she thought stupidly.