Xue Mu found that He Qian, who was holding her hand, increased her strength, which made her not break free at the first time.

The black-haired man in white stood in front of them with a beautiful face.

His cold eyes covered by the mist drooped indifferently, and landed accurately on He Qian's hand.

Xue Mu pursed his lips, a little irritable in his heart.

"Teacher Teng, why are you here?" He Qian took a step forward and stood in the position that prevented Teng Mo from getting closer to Xue Mu, that is, in the middle of the two people.

Xue Mu was not petite, but his slender figure was mostly blocked by He Qian.

She stuck out her tongue again and licked her lips, and her desire to hit was even stronger.

"Pick up people."

"Who?"

Teng Mo's eyes shrank suddenly, as he noticed that there was an extra bracelet on the wrist of the hand that Xue Mu had hidden in his pocket.

One, he seriously Xue Mu would not buy an obsidian bracelet to wear by himself.

The suppressed cold aura in his body rolled up a violent whirlwind, almost bursting out of his body, and the chill in his eyes was like an arctic glacier, cracking out the cold blade of the storm, enough to hurt everything in the eye into powder.

"Xue Mu." Teng Mo's pale lips opened and closed, and he said these two words coldly.

He couldn't bear it anymore, raised his hand and waved He Qian away, shook his hand away, and gently held Xue Mu's hand in his hand.

Xue Mu's eyebrows frowned, feeling Teng Mo's terrifying aura, and couldn't help but move.

She dared to promise that if she refused, the people around her would definitely do something with her.

But just because she doesn't move doesn't mean others don't move.

Xue Mu exhaled in his ears, and He Qian, who was not afraid of death, had already smashed his fist into Teng Mo's face.

The fist wind shook Teng Mo's slightly long broken hair, and it stopped less than a millimeter away from Teng Mo's cheek, unable to advance again.

Teng Mo stood in place, his loose white shirt couldn't puff up, the ink flashed in his eyes blocked by the mist, and He Qian's body suddenly arched and fell backwards, as if there was an invisible huge force pushing him.

Nearly five meters, he was able to stop.

In front of him, there were long marks left by his shoes slipping on the ground.

Xue Mu's long hair finally stopped flying indiscriminately.

Teng Mo looked at her, raised Ruyu's hand and gently lifted the hair from her ear, helping her hang it behind her ear.

It seemed to be a very gentle action, but it made Xue Mu's heart tremble.

No, it's so wrong!

Teng Mo's face was like ice slag, there was no warmth at all, and in the depths of those eyes, all of them were furious, without the smile she could find in the past.

He...... Angry?

This realization made Xue Mu want to escape for the first time.

Her wrist was clenched very tightly, and as soon as the idea of Xue Mu wanting to escape came to mind, her body was vigorously pulled into Teng Mo's arms.

Xue Mu pursed his lips, no longer passively suffering, but directly attacking.

Scold.

A chuckle and a mockery.

The temperature under Teng Mo's eyes was a little colder.

Just now, when He Qian held her hand, she was reluctant to do it, but now she is ruthless to him.

The possessiveness hidden in his heart that he constantly suppressed with reason completely exploded, the sour and cold feelings were completely released by him, he suppressed it with his moves, and after Xue Mu stopped it, he pushed her into the car.

Bang, the door closes.

"Drive." Teng Mo didn't even look at He Qian, who wanted to catch up outside the car, and ordered in a cold voice.

Mu Chen stepped on the accelerator slipperily, and the black car was gone.