Mu Xueyi suddenly mentioned it, and there were a few more big words on the paper, revealing five points of coldness and five points of freedom and uninhibitedness.

The moment she put down the pen, Mu Tingwei snatched the paper, but at the first glance she saw it, her lips twitched, and she said helplessly.

"That's the word...... It's a good job, and the poem is good, but can you write a poem that doesn't match a little bit? ”

This is definitely not her Mu Tingwei's sister, it's just a lump of wood, although this poem is really well written, but it can't be adjusted at all!

What others write is to describe how beautiful people are, but the poem written by the wood in front of me is simply ...... 108,000 miles away!

"Yes, if you want to see it."

Mu Xueyi's voice is still indifferent, with a trace of magnetism, people can't help but indulge in it, this poem was written by her temporarily, and it was just written casually, writing about the scenery.

Mu Tingwei's lips twitched again, could she pretend not to know the angry person in front of her.

The answer, of course, is......

No!

"Buckle up."

There was a knock on the door, Mu Tingwei stepped forward and opened the door, it was a delicate-looking little guy.

"Is there something wrong?"

"This young lady, may I ask if you have written poetry? If there is, you can give it to the slave first and present it to the son. ”

"Hmm." Mu Tingwei nodded, took out the poem written by Mu Xueyi and handed it to the little girl, and said, "It was written by the young lady inside." ”

"Slave knows."

The little girl nodded, put away the verses, and moved her eyes to Mu Xueyi inside, it doesn't matter if you don't look at it, you will be stunned when you look at it.

This young lady is really good-looking......

"You go down first!"

Mu Tingwei's voice brought him back to his senses, his face couldn't help but blush, he glanced at Mu Xueyi shyly, and then retreated.

Mu Tingwei saw that the little ones inside were all looking at Mu Xueyi, and couldn't help but be depressed, do all men like this year?

Mu Tingwei waved her hand depressedly and said, "Go down!" ”

"Yes!"

Several people responded at the same time, and reluctantly glanced at Mu Xueyi before retreating.

Mu Tingwei was even more depressed, staring at Mu Xueyi's incomprehensible face, what else was there besides being a little better looking than her?

She was cold, expressionless all day, as if someone owed her a million taels of gold.

Is it okay to be far worse than her? Mu Tingwei thought very narcissistically.