Mu Ziyun sighed, didn't say anything more, stood up, patted Mu Jingshen's shoulder gently, and walked out with his feet raised.

Mu Jingshen didn't raise his eyes, he looked at the tea cup in front of him, the corners of his mouth hooked up a wry smile, and after a while, he took the tea in front of him and drank it all, with such a heroic appearance, as if he was drinking a glass of wine.

Mu Ziyun walked out of the room, turned her head to see the person standing in front of the door, a light smile on the corner of her mouth, and did not call out to the person, but walked outside.

Yun Molan clenched the shirt in his hand, looked through the window, glanced at the young man in the room, and after a while, he went to chase Mu Ziyun.

As if sensing something, Mu Jingshen raised his eyes and saw the departing figure, still holding the **** coat draped over her in her hand.

For a long time, he looked in the direction she was leaving, stunned.

"Ziyun." Yun Molan shouted Mu Ziyun.

Mu Ziyun stopped, and when she caught a glimpse of the coat in Yun Molan's hand, she raised her eyebrows and smiled: "Isn't this a coat with depth of field?" Is Lan'er here to give a coat to Depth of Field? ”

Yun Molan glanced at Mu Ziyun: "Why do you want to ask Hou Ye such a question?" ”

"It's just out of a sister's concern, let him recognize the facts as soon as possible, I don't want one day the depth of field to lose himself because of ****."

"I think you obviously asked me on purpose." Yun Molan said angrily.

Mu Ziyun chuckled: "How does Lan'er feel now?" ”

"If you feel guilty, it's okay."

"Is it just guilt?" Mu Ziyun's eyes were a little inquisitive.

Yun Molan looked away and ignored her.

Mu Ziyun looked at the woman in front of her, for a moment, she really wanted to see, if she said Ning Qi's situation, how would the person in front of her choose, should she look for him without hesitation, or pretend to know nothing and ignore it?

However, she was suddenly a little afraid to know the answer, because of her brother.

Mu Ziyun's eyes deepened a little.

"Lan'er, let's go on a trip to the outskirts of the city tomorrow." After a pause, she added: "With depth of field." ”

Yun Molan's face darkened, and he didn't notice that Mu Ziyun was a little strange today.

Regardless of whether she agreed or not, the next day, she was still thrown into the carriage, well, it was indeed thrown, when she saw the person sitting beside her, Yun Molan was a little embarrassed, and scolded Mu Ziyun thousands of times in her heart.

How could she throw her and the Hou Ye into a carriage?

Mu Jingshen glanced at the uncomfortable woman beside him, put down the book in his hand, and said lightly: "If Sister Yun doesn't like to be with Jingshen, Jingshen can go and talk to her sister and let you ride in the same carriage with Sister A." ”

"No, I'm in a cold war with your sister, absolutely ignore her." Yun Molan refused without thinking about it.

Mu Jingshen coughed lightly: "Then I-"

"No need, it's good for me to ride with you." Yun Molan said, a light smile appeared on her face, she told herself in her heart, the person in front of her was not a flood beast, what was she afraid of?

Mu Jingshen nodded, picked up the book in his hand and continued to look at it, his face did not show the slightest joy.

Yun Molan secretly observed the person beside her, and suddenly thought of the picture of **** sending her home, and in a trance she felt that that scene was just her illusion, how could the young man in front of her like her?

Yun Molan shook her head and chuckled, just thinking about it, when suddenly the carriage swayed, stopped suddenly, she accidentally crashed into the arms of the person beside her, and the faint fragrance of tea came, her breathing stagnated, and her face turned red instantly......