Mu Qingcheng stepped back in fright, but as soon as he retracted his arm, she was easily encircled in the crook of his arm, and her face was against his chest. "Let go of me!" She was ashamed and angry.

"Don't move!" The man spoke unhurriedly, "I messed up your hair, and I should be in charge of tidying it up for you." Of course, if you want to put on a good show for the people in the car behind you, I'm happy to accompany you. ”

Mu Qingcheng froze, she heard him chuckle and felt his hand ruffle her long hair. But where is the tidying up, it is clearly a trick. Her skin rubbed against the fabric of his high-end shirt, and the strange touch made her tingle from her scalp to the base of her ears, and her face was already hot from the sun.

The drivers of the cars behind were already extremely impatient, and after seeing that the horn was ineffective, they got out of the car scolding one after another, but were dumbfounded after seeing the scene in front of them. Next to the stinking garbage heap, an eye-catching man and woman are in an ambiguous posture, and the man leans over, as if smelling the fragrance of the woman's hair, and his hands are ruffling her hair. The woman was enveloped by his tall figure, appearing passive and delicate.

"Hey, buddy!" One driver couldn't help but shout, "You have to make love and go home and do it behind closed doors, don't get in the way of traffic here, get out of the way!" ”

"It stinks to death here, you are still in the mood, the taste is not ordinarily heavy!" The other driver scoffed, causing the others to laugh as well.

Mu Qingcheng was so embarrassed that she couldn't find a place to get in, she held back her strength, and was about to wait for an opportunity to push him away and escape, the man had already coiled up her long hair, took the hat from the female secretary, and put it on for her. took the mask again, covered her mouth and nose again, and then turned gracefully, opened the car door and sat in, a series of movements coherent and smooth. The female secretary followed and got into the car and closed the door.

The luxury business car disappeared, and other vehicles also left one after another, leaving only Mu Qingcheng standing in place. What happened just now does not seem to be very real, just like the unbearable encounter in Bosnia-Herzegovina in France, which is both real and illusory. Damn it! She cursed, how could she have been so unlucky lately, and she always met inexplicable weirdos. What vampires, what city lords, to hell with them!

She carried the broken mat and braved the scorching sun to return to the old building of the glass factory. After a simple wash, I had a humble lunch, changed into a white dress, combed my hair neatly, and set off again. In the afternoon, Xilin University held a press conference to announce the biological "invisibility suit" developed by Professor Yang Ru of the Department of Physics of the School of Science and his research team. Yang Ru is Mu Qingcheng's uncle, she has a deep relationship with her uncle, and her uncle's status in her mind far exceeds that of her father. For this reason, she specially asked Yu Qingsheng for half a day off to see her uncle's demeanor.

The press conference is scheduled to be held at 3 p.m. in the academic lecture hall of Xilin University, and Mu Qingcheng arrived at the scene 20 minutes early. She and her cousin, her uncle's daughter, Yang Xirou, made an appointment to meet at the door of the lecture hall at 2:50, but they came too early, so they had to find an inconspicuous corner and wait there.

There were more and more people entering, Mu Qingcheng glanced at her phone, it was almost time, she walked to a conspicuous place at the entrance, so that her cousin could see her at a glance.

It had exceeded the agreed time by 5 minutes, Yang Xirou had not yet appeared, Mu Qingcheng was a little impatient, and looked at the crowd.

"You're waiting for someone?" A voice suddenly rang out beside her. She ignored it. Then, the voice sounded again, and some familiar male voices: "Mu Qingcheng, I didn't call your name wrong." ”

She looked back in surprise, and the owner of the voice was the city lord she had just met at the junkyard at noon, still wearing a crisp white shirt and gray trousers. She looked at him with wide eyes and surprise in her eyes, "You...... How do I know my name? ”

"Not only do I know your name, but I also know that you are a cultural relics restorer at the Xilin City Museum, and you are not yet 22 years old." The man didn't answer her question directly, and those intimidating eyes stared at her, "For the sake of fairness, I should let you know my information." ”

He took out the business card holder from his shirt pocket, took out a business card, and handed it to Mu Qingcheng.

Out of politeness, Mu Qingcheng took the business card with both hands and glanced at it quickly: Cheng Yijie, general manager of Qikun Cultural and Creative City. "It turns out that you are the city lord of the Cultural and Creative City." She laughed very cutely, "I thought you were in charge of a city. ”