The Wife Is Like Fire: the President of Hidden Marriage Is Sultry!

In the youth's blue eyes, there were light and elegant misty stars, and the petals of cherry blossoms were slightly pink.

He lowered his eyes, and his feather eyelashes trembled slightly.

"Here you are." He took off his jacket and handed it to Mu Wanqing's hand, but his eyes kept falling on the clavicle chain.

The girl looked down at the angel's pupil in wonder.

"Do you like this?" Mu Wanqing pointed to her neck.

Shaoyoung bit her lower lip, lowered her eyes, and cast a faint shadow, "Fate, put it on."

Mu Wanqing: "..."

What a mess, where is this evildoer!

She waved her hand and refused, "Thank you, no need."

She will go back to the Rose Garden to serve Ye Yuchen in a while. Since she has decided to love him for the rest of her life, she will naturally not accept the kindness of other men.

Mu Wanqing still has this desire to survive.

"You... hate me." The young man's fingertips were slightly stiff, and his eyes gradually dimmed by two points, still a little gloomy.

That gloomy look was completely different from the appearance of the little milk dog just now, and it seemed to be a different person.

Mu Wanqing felt a little big head, "Sao Nian, we are not familiar, and I really don't need your clothes."

As soon as her voice fell, the young man raised his head faintly.

A pair of clear blue eyes gradually stained with a faint mist, "You hate me."

Still the same sentence, he repeated.

Mu Wanqing: "..."

This person is too weird.

But she can understand it completely. After all, there must be only one reason for the boy to do this!

"Do you like my face?" Mu Wanqing tilted his head.

After all, she did blind a lot of people today, and did not choose to be low-key on the first day of school.

The teenager hesitated.

He stared at her blankly, slapped his curled eyelashes twice, then shook his head, "No."

"Not as beautiful as me." The boy replied seriously.

Mu Wanqing: "..."

This **** actually hates her for being ugly, and how can a man argue with a woman who is more beautiful?

Okay, she doesn't want to talk to people who have no vision.

"Put it on." Just as Mu Wanqing was frantically complaining in his heart, the boy passed the jacket over again.

He seems to be obsessed with this matter.

"Forget it, little brother." Mu Wanqing sighed lightly, "Quickly go home and find your mother, I have to leave too."

This boy may not be mentally normal.

When the voice fell, Mu Wanqing pushed the jacket back in the boy's hand and sat in the driver's seat of the Rolls Royce.

The young man frowned slightly, his eyes feeling cold.

However, the chill was quickly taken away.

He gracefully put his jacket on his elbows, and tapped the car window twice with his distinct fingers.

"Jianxi." The boy's thin lips lightly opened, "Senior."

His name is Jian Xi, not a little brother, but a senior.

Mu Wanqing glanced at him suspiciously, always feeling that this persona was more like a younger brother.

However, she is a freshman, and there is no such thing as a student.

"Senior, just go ahead." She curled her lips, "Then... Senior, I'll go now!"

She was really afraid of Jian Xi getting into her car if she didn't leave.

Rolls-Royce started slowly and drove out of the gate of the Royal Academy of Art, but Jian Xi's eyes remained on the luxury car, and he did not move away.

After a long while, Jian Xi's eyes were a little erratic, as if thinking of some long-distance story, he uttered four words.

"Angel...the eye."