"When did Mr. Mu know that I had escaped?"

"Telepathy."

He was serious.

Ren Jia stopped talking nonsense and rolled his eyes at him brightly.

"If I didn't do that, you wouldn't be so rash."

Ren Jia turned his head to look at him, waiting for the following.

"You don't have any evidence, I can sue you for defamation."

"I just underestimated how shameless Mr. Mu is."

"Seeing is believing, hearing is false, I can show evidence, what about you?"

Ren Jia was speechless.

"I can only say that you were lucky today and were not discovered by my people."

Otherwise you won't be able to get out of the mall at all.

"I advise you, be obedient lately."

Mu Han's tone was less of a threat, but rather a heartfelt admonition.

"How?"

"I swallowed a batch of goods, and the other party has nowhere to spread fire."

Ren Jia really wanted to hammer Mu Han to death.

He got into trouble, why should he ask her to pay.

"Mr. Mu can't even protect a woman?"

"Well, I didn't pay attention to it after all."

He put his arms around her, but in an intimate posture he said affectionate words.

"Mr. Mu's words are really hurtful."

"Each other, each other."

The car fell silent again.

Ren Jia felt that the two of them were the best interpretation of not speculating for more than half a sentence.

That person always has the ability to talk to death.

Half an hour later, the car drove back to the estate.

It was still early, and the sky was still bright.

"Let's go, I'll take you around."

Ren Jia nodded.

For the few days she was here, she just stayed in the house.

No one invited her to visit the outdoors, so she naturally didn't take the initiative to look around.

The manor is located on the outskirts of the city, covering a large area, with a guard box at the entrance and a heavily guarded area.

In front of the detached house is a large garden facing the fountain.

These are all familiar to her.

She also knew that there was a training ground on the side of the villa, where they would run laps sooner or later.

Mu Han took her to the back of the villa, where there was also a small two-story building.

"They all live here?"

Mu Han was noncommittal.

"You're so stingy, three people live in a big villa, let a group of people live here."

"If you want to live well, you have to make yourself stronger."

"What's so good about that Scar?"

"Simple."

"What an insult to the word."

"You're not pure."

"Passing the prize."

"Good thing you're smart."

Mountains stretch in the distance, and the setting sun turns the sky purple red.

Their figures were infinitely elongated, getting closer and closer.

Night is coming.

The evening was full of coolness, and Ren Jia shrunk his shoulders.

"Let's go back, it's windy."

Mu Han said, taking Ren Jia into his arms.

For some reason, he inexplicably liked the feeling of holding her in his arms.

She didn't struggle and leaned obediently on him.

For things that don't matter, she doesn't fight for trouble.

Dinner was just the two of them.

I don't know if Yu Li is deliberately avoiding her.

Mu Han opened Liu's mother and cooked herself.

After about half an hour, the kitchen stopped sounding.

"Come here."

Mu Han put on an apron and turned around to greet her, he really looked like a family cook.

"You're here, fireworks?"

"Want to do it, can you manage it?"

Of course, she doesn't care, as long as it's delicious.

Ren Jia's eyes fell on the cooking table behind him, a little surprised.

She figured it wasn't a coincidence.

A few simple home-cooked dishes, but all of them are what she loves to eat.

She looked up, and Mu Han hung the apron she had taken off next to her with a calm expression.

"Why are you stunned, you want to eat standing here?"

He urged her to bring the food to the table together.

Ren Jia finally came to a reasonable conjecture: this man is better at slapping and then giving a sweet date to eat.