717. Chapter 717 Suddenly I really want to hug you.
Undoubtedly, Yang Mufan walked faster than usual tonight and had no intention of caring about her and slowing down a little to wait for her.
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Mu Wanqing's four most intuitive feelings about black-r are: darkness, coldness, dead silence, and breathlessness.
Black doors, black walls, black floors, and black furniture. From the moment I followed Yang Mufan into the villa, everything I could see was a cold and harsh black.
As she walked upstairs, Mu Wanqing's slender eyebrows became more and more tightly knitted.
She didn't understand why Yang Mufan built a villa with no other colors except black, and she didn't understand when exactly he became so paranoid and crazy that he only loved black.
Although, since he was a child, his favorite colors have all been dark, and every time he buys clothes, they are either black or gray, but it has never been like this, only black.
You know, compared with black, gray is much whiter and more gorgeous.
It is said that what color a person likes can reflect the state of his inner world at that time and what kind of color he shows.
Every girl who is as beautiful as a flower always likes things with bright and rich colors. She has experienced this and knows it all too well.
When her world was at its most fantastic and gorgeous, her love for colors was so intense that every drink she drank had to be colorful.
Regarding this, he was often scolded by Yang Mulin and Yang Mufan.
But now, after experiencing too much, the colors she likes are becoming fewer and fewer, getting darker and darker.
In the corridor on the third floor, the pure black wallpaper with excellent texture, set off by the dim orange wall lamp, exudes a strange and evil aura that is so terrifying that it is so black.
Mu Wanqing followed Yang Mufan cautiously, biting her lip and looking up at him.
Looking at the man who was only one meter away from him, he was wearing a black suit. He was as tall, straight, arrogant and domineering as ever. He was filled with an innate noble aura of a king. But he didn't know why, maybe it was the surroundings.
Everything was too dark, and she felt that admiring Fan's back was lonely, gloomy, and extremely vicissitudes of life.
Her heart was stabbed so hard that it hurt: if a person is oppressed by the darkness for too long, he will become desperate and suffocate.
At that moment, Mu Wanqing felt that she must have gone crazy because her behavior was completely beyond the control of her brain: She rushed forward quickly and hit Yang Mufan hard on the back. Her slender arms wrapped around him skillfully and dexterously.
With her strong waist, she hugged him tightly from behind.
It was obvious that Yang Mufan was startled by Mu Wanqing's sudden move. He was stunned for a moment. When he came back to his senses, he lowered his eyes and looked at the small hands clasped around his waist. He instinctively held back Ying Ting's beautiful face.
Sword eyebrow.
He shouted in a low voice with a magnetic voice: "Mu Wanqing..."
The low voice, the displeasure, was obvious.
With that said, he reached out to pull her hand away.
But Mu Wanqing stubbornly refused to let go, and instead wrapped her arms around him with even greater strength.
Her little face was pressed against his back, and even through the thick suit, she could still feel his body temperature.
Mu Wanqing's choked murmurs, in the silent corridor, were hoarse, soft, thin, and begged: "Yang Mufan, don't push me away, Yang Mufan..." Suddenly
