Everyone watched with dumbfounded eyes as Yang Mufan turned around gracefully, then picked up Mu Wanqing, who was also as dull as a puppet, and walked away.
After a long, long time, they finally came to their senses, and everyone screamed in panic:
"Killing people!!!"
"Hurry up and call the police, call 110!!!"
"He killed someone, Yang Mufan killed someone--"
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Although there are very few furniture and decorations in the dilapidated and narrow rental house, it is clean, neat and spotless. Under the dim orange light, it looks warm and comfortable.
Looking around, the most eye-catching thing is undoubtedly the vibrant potted plants placed on the window of the room.
The delicately blooming flowers swayed gently with the night wind that slowly slipped in through the window. They were very beautiful, very moving, and very exciting.
Mu Wanqing had just taken a shower. With her long wet hair, she was sitting on the edge of the bed obediently. She stared at her big round eyes and raised her little face to look at the man who was carefully applying ointment to the corners of her mouth.
His eyebrows were deeply furrowed and tightly knitted, like fleshy knots that couldn't be ironed out or stretched out.
Involuntarily, she raised her cold fingertips and pressed them gently: "Mu Fan, can you stop frowning?! Just like the little old man." She looked very nervous.
Hearing this, Yan Mufan's thick sword-shaped eyebrows suddenly tightened even more forcefully. He used a cotton swab dipped in ointment to smear the wound with secret pressure.
"Hi~, it hurts..."
Yang Mufan's attack was a bit harsh, so Mu Wanqing murmured softly and delicately.
Yang Mufan glanced at her coldly and said sarcastically: "Now you know it hurts?! If you had known earlier, why would you go?!"
"Mu Wanqing, I really realize: you are getting more and more brainless and stupid. How can you argue with a group of vulgar and uncultured shrews? Why are you doing to anger them?! You don't want to live anymore?!"
Fortunately, Zou Limei was the only one who took action. If everyone had taken action together, the consequences would have been disastrous.
It is estimated that Mu Wanqing has been trampled to a pulp long ago, and she cannot even pick it up.
After hearing his scolding, Mu Wanqing's mouth curled up instinctively: "But they called you a waste, but you are obviously not! As I listened to them calling you, I didn't know what was wrong with me at that time...
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As soon as his brain became hot, his rationality was completely lost, and he rushed forward boldly.
In fact, this is not the first time that I have fought for him.
When she was in elementary school, her classmates joked that Yang Mufan and Yang Muchen were garbage collectors, and deliberately hit them with drink bottles, so she got into a fight with them.
Although she was beaten extremely badly, her nose was bruised and her face was swollen just like now, and she was forced to stand at the door of the office and lie down in the corridor to write a self-criticism, but she did not feel wronged and could not even cry. She was vaguely happy and perverted.
Because that day, Yang Mufan was sitting in the school garden helping her apply medicine.
She remembered that the sunshine that day was very bright and brilliant, and the roses in the flower bed were blooming extremely beautifully, just like the world she lived in at that time.
As for Yang Mufan, he suddenly stopped applying the medicine. At that moment, he clearly felt that there seemed to be a warm current flowing slowly through his cold and temperatureless heart, just like that year...
When he came back to his senses, he glanced at Mu Wanqing's expression with cold eyes, and raised his hand to twist her mouth without politeness: "Mu Wanqing, you raised your lips again, take it back!!"
