Chapter 971: Or, Do You Need Me to Hug You?

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The shouts in unison also made Meng Qianqian, who was stunned on the side, turn around, with a dumbfounded face, and somehow moved in front of those strong men, "This, this, this, you guys...... She......? โ€

The people who were originally going to hunt them down now knelt in front of Yan Nuo and begged her to accept them as junior brothers?

Oh my God, what happened when I was just out of my mind?

"Go back."

Mo Heng in the car commanded indifferently, his voice was cold and arrogant, but it was magnetic and beautiful.

Fusang, who was driving, received the order and drove away directly.

Meng Qianqian, who was on the spot, was dumbfounded, just watching the cronies of the national teacher drive the carriage in front of her, and her legs, as if they were glued to super glue, were motionless.

The six strong men were stunned.

Just watched his 'boss' go farther and farther away in the carriage......

However, when he came back to his senses, although Boss Yan Nuo did not agree to their request, at the same time, he did not refuse!

Hope is still there!

Thinking of this, the six strong men looked at each other, and the meaning in their eyes was understood in an instant, and all of them smiled again.

got up tacitly, followed the carriage from a distance, and by the way, also walked away with Meng Qianqian, who was in a daze, well, this annoying woman is also a friend of their boss Yan Nuo.

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Yan Nuo, who was sitting on the wheel, pursed her lips, without the permission of the owner of the carriage, she didn't dare to drill into the carriage, and accompanied Fusang to drive the carriage outside in the sun, and her heart was stuffy.

Xu is, unconsciously, he cares about a person, he cares about every word he says, everything he does, and even, a look, which will inexplicably become more and more different from himself, such as Yan Nuo Now, according to her temperament, she used to drill directly into the car, who has nothing to do to bask in the noon sun outside to make fun of herself?

"Ahem."

With a light cough, Yan Nuo squinted at Fusang, "Stop ahead, I'm going to get out of the car." โ€

Fusang, a good boy, did not change his face, did not squint, and drove the carriage wholeheartedly, as for Yan Nuo's words, he directly ignored them.

Fusang has been following Mo Heng for the longest time and knows him well.

In this situation, Yan Nuo is a fuse, whoever provokes will be on fire, for the safety of his life, Fusang naturally chooses to be a good driver.

For Fusang's naked-naked-naked expression, Yan Nuo got up directly, it was a big deal to jump into the carriage, this oppressive atmosphere made her feel that she was suffering even when she breathed.

However, to Yan Nuo's consternation, she found that she couldn't move her body!

In addition to the astonishment, there is a feeling of grass-ni-ma-rushing in my heart, shouldn't it, Mo Heng, this guy is a little bit of a hole in the air, and he has given himself a frozen!

I didn't even notice it?

This damn it.

Yan Nuo moved his body vigorously again, and the result was a non-egg.

Yan Nuo's series of abnormal actions, looking at Fusang's eyes, were really puzzled, but curiosity was curiosity, he didn't want to ask the reason for death.

He knows very well what kind of person his lord is.

Maybe you can't see anything on the surface, but in your heart, you are very concerned and eat to death, you just don't say it, he is known to others who have no emotional experience, which also makes Fusang silently admire himself.

The so-called bystander is clear, that's what it's all about!

Soon, the carriage stopped at the gate of the National Teacher's Mansion, and Mo Heng's slender fingers with distinct bones lifted the curtain at will, got off the carriage, and strode towards the mansion surrounded by the subordinates.

Just as he was about to step into the threshold with his front feet, his long figure stopped.

"You, not coming down?"

Mo Hengliu's eyebrows were like silk, and the corners of his mouth seemed to have a smile that was eye-catching, "Or, do you need me to hug you?" โ€

Yan Nuoan sat quietly on the wheel, not because he didn't want to get down, but because he couldn't move.

As soon as he heard Mo Heng's words, needless to say, he must have done it!

"Hug, it has to be you."

Eyebrows raised slightly, since someone wanted to hug her, she happened to be too lazy to go, if she refused, it would become that she was a pretentious person.