Realizing that the danger was approaching, Mu Wanqing reacted reflexively. However, before she could turn around to defend herself from the attack, she was dragged into the dark safety passage with a strong force and a "whoosh" sound...
There was a violent spin, and before Mu Wanqing could recover, her entire body was pressed against the wall by the opponent.
Along with it, there was an earth-shattering sound of the thick wooden door being hit hard.
Mu Wanqing clung to the cold wall, feeling that her eardrums and heart were about to be shattered by the harsh sound of the door closing.
While she felt creepy, chills ran down her spine.
The black shadow was restrained, evil was rampant, and it turned the tide, making it impossible for her to move at all.
There were no lights in the emergency passage, only an extremely dim light green safety light was on. The black figure had his back to the light, and she could not see his appearance clearly.
In the darkness, she opened her eyes as wide as possible and could only see the outline of a tall and cold figure. The other person's face was blended into the shadows and could not be seen clearly at all.
At the same time, she could clearly feel an invisible sense of oppression, pressing towards her inch by inch.
Mu Wanqing's breathing was rapid, and her chest rose and fell violently.
When she was trying every possible means to break free from the opponent's grasp and turn defeat into victory, a gust of wind suddenly surged through the safe passage, and a delicious smell that she was so familiar with suddenly poured into her mouth and nose.
The moment she smelled the other person's scent, Mu Wanqing was so shocked that her eyes almost rolled down, and she couldn't help but whispered: "Mu Fan, is that you..."
She could never forget the smell of Yang Mufan in her life.
It is quiet, indifferent, unique and good-smelling, without losing any masculine flavor.
Yang Mufan, who was standing against the light, immediately frowned deeply when he heard her shout out his name without thinking.
Unlike him, Mu Wanqing was facing the light green light, so he could clearly see every subtle expression on her face.
The moment she recognized his identity, her big round eyes were filled with excitement and surprise. The previous panic and fear had long since disappeared.
He was condescending, looking down at her for a long time, and she asked questions one after another:
"Mu Fan, why are you here?! Are you here for dinner with your friends?!"
"Why don't you speak?! Are you unhappy?!"
"By the way, you pulled me in, is something wrong?! I was scared to death just now!!!"
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Yang Mufan was silent for a long time, and then in a hoarse voice, which seemed calm but was actually turbulent, he asked in a low voice: "Tell me why you and Tang Moyu came to this restaurant to eat..."
During the twenty minutes when Yang Mufan disappeared, Wen Xiaorou was in extreme panic and uneasiness.
When she was looking at her phone for the twelfth time, she finally couldn't calm down anymore and grabbed her bag to go to the bathroom to check...
Relying on a woman's frighteningly accurate sixth sense, she always felt that if Yang Mufan hadn't come back for so long, something must have happened, or Mu Wanqing had called him back.
However, as soon as she stood up, she caught sight of Yang Mufan, who was wearing a cold and proud black suit, walking towards her direction with slender legs...
