Kuai Chuan: The cold Lord God always acts like a spoiled brat to me

Chapter 4 She went out of business to move bricks (4)

Like a furry rabbit.

Such inappropriate thoughts appeared in Mu Junchen's mind. He only felt that the ponytail was shaking his head. Seeing the girl trying to run away, he unconsciously clenched the kite with his fingers, his knuckles turned white, and said coldly, "Stop."

Ruan You'an really wanted to slip away, but she was reluctant to part with the kite. In addition, this man threatened her, so she stood there in a dilemma for a while, her eyes stopped on the kite, hesitated, and cautiously tried: "You are mine!" ...Is it black powder?"

"Black fan?"

Mu Junchen's side face melted into the light and shadow, half of it fell into the shadow under the sycamore tree, the lines were sharp and clear, the skin was extremely white, and the lip color was extremely bright, so that it formed a strange sense of bewilderment. Character.

"Aren't you?" Seeing that Mu Juanchen didn't answer for a while, Ruan You'an breathed a sigh of relief, her brows were a little happy, and she just said, what kind of black fans are you with this face, and just go out and become an idol.

Mu Junchen's icy fingertips slowly rubbed the edges of the kite, more or less feeling that the word "black powder" was a bit ridiculous, and his eyes kept falling on Ruan You'an, never moving away, revealing a sharp aggressiveness.

Those eyes were too dark, as if they could easily cut through flesh and blood, Ruan You'an always felt that this person looked at her strangely, but couldn't tell.

But she didn't do anything, she just dropped a kite, and she didn't hit the man on purpose, Ruan You'an felt that she was really wronged, as if no one knew how to stare at people, so Ruan You'an also stared at he.

For a moment, the eyes met, and the atmosphere was delicate, Mu Junchen suddenly laughed, he seemed angry even when he smiled, which was hard to figure out.

Ruan You'an lost her memory.

She forgot about him.

Mu Junchen realized this very clearly, staring at the girl's clear and translucent almond eyes, so clean that you can see the bottom at a glance, completely different from him, and tightened his fingertips on the wheelchair for a moment.

"Yes." He spoke contemptuously, his voice was low, and he couldn't tell whether it was indifference or sarcasm: "I'm your black fan."

At that moment, Ruan You'an didn't know whether she was out of her mind or what, she stared straight at the person in front of her, and asked seriously, "Can I ask you a question?"

Mu Juanchen narrowed his eyes and said nothing.

"Are you gangsters committing crimes, or are you acting alone?" Ruan You'an looked around, moved closer to the man, leaned over nervously, and deliberately lowered her voice, adding a bit of serious suspicion to the atmosphere, " Do you have any plans for me next time?"

"..."

What is she being a black fan?
She got a little closer, Mu Junchen could even see her eyelashes clearly, her skin was porcelain white and delicate, the next second Mu Junchen mercilessly pushed her away, and said in a cool voice, "I'm sorry, we are like black fans Do not sell information."

When Ruan You'an approached, she smelled a nice light fragrance from the man's body. It was moist and slightly cold, like a handful of fresh snow. She was pushed away before she had time to research what the smell was, so she could only let it go for the time being.

After deliberating for a while, he proposed a compromise, and said sincerely, "I can buy it with money, do you think it's okay?"

Mu Junchen was expressionless.

"You don't come from Pengci, do you?" Ruan You'an looked at him suspiciously, a guess slowly formed in his heart, the more he thought about it, the more likely it became, and he frowned and accused, "You're not professional at all."

Mu Junchen nodded slowly, with an inexplicable tone: "I touch porcelain?"

"I don't even have money if you touch porcelain. I'm poor."

His tone sounded a little proud.

Mu Juanchen hummed, his expression expressionless: "I'll just touch porcelain."

Ruan You'an stared at him, a little convinced that this person was really a black fan, and felt that the words were mocking her, so she mocked back.

"Are you a little princess?"

The man was sitting in a wheelchair, with a stern and delicate appearance, and a thin figure. The shirt always made people feel thin, like the moon in the night sky. If it weren't for those legs, he would have been handsome.

When he heard that sentence, he didn't react at all. His long eyelashes cast shadows, his eyes were dark, and he looked at her as sharp as a piece of gold.

Standing like this, Ruan You'an was much taller than Mu Junchen, her eyes swept across the man's legs uncomfortably, she didn't say anything excessive, did she?

After hesitating for a few seconds, the girl simply squatted down, leaned against the tree, and looked at Mu Junchen with her face in her hands. She felt that it was necessary to change the subject, but she couldn't help but ask, "What is it on you?" Fragrant? It smells good."

As soon as the voice fell, the face of the person who hadn't responded all this time suddenly darkened for some reason, the hostility in the corners of his eyes and brows was a little frightening, his long fingers were clasped on the wheelchair, his color was white, and he called out in a moderate voice: "Lu Jiu."

Lu Jiu was standing not far away watching the play, when he heard his employer's voice, he quickly packed up the sunflower seeds and came over.

"Let's go." Mu Juanchen spat out a word, and did not give Ruan Youan a single look from the beginning to the end.

Well, just from this expression, one can tell at a glance that the two of them have not talked well.

Lu Jiu was used to it, and nodded to Ruan You'an with a smile, then numbly pushed the wheelchair and walked out.

Ruan You'an: "..."

Conscience, she just wants to know what brand it is!
She didn't say anything bad!
"Why are you like this?" Ruan You'an couldn't believe it, "Can you make some sense!"

Mu Junchen sarcastically, with a hoarse voice: "What reason are you talking about with black fans?"

"..." Yes, it makes sense.

Ruan You'an didn't think of anything until Lu Jiu pushed the man away. She looked down at the only lines left in her hand. Where's her kite? ! !

The health-preserving pot was about to die of anger, and the resentment blew the cool wind in her ears: "Stop kiting, we finally met, and I didn't even get the contact information, what should I do in the future!"

"You let me save black fans, why don't you let me save the world?" Ruan You'an frowned depressed.

The health pot cheered her up: "To make a pot, you have to be self-aware. Don't be afraid, go forward boldly, break into the enemy's interior and disintegrate the black powder forces!"

"..."

Not only did he lose his memory when he woke up, but he also owed a black fan debt.

Poor life is so miserable.

At nine o'clock in the evening, Ruan You'an was writing a diary, she thought for a few seconds, and wrote stroke by stroke in the notebook——

I met a thief today and took my kite away.

He is my black fan.

It should be to take this opportunity to retaliate against me.

Ruan Youan snorted, and thought about it again. The stern face flashed before her eyes, hesitated for a long time, and finally added a sentence.

The thief looks a little good-looking.

"Ruan You'an, are you childish? You still write this kind of diary for elementary school students." Wu Nai had just returned from buying wontons when he saw the girl biting the cap of her pen and concentrating on writing something. He glanced at it and only saw the topmost That line: July [-], Monday, sunny.

This format is really... quite orthodox, Wu Nai couldn't help but speak.

Ruan You'an was so frightened that she subconsciously closed the notebook and slapped Wu Nai, very angry: "What's wrong with being childish! How can you peek at other people's diaries!"

Unfortunately——

(End of this chapter)