The Fairy in Fast Time

"Master, where have you been?"

"..."

Holding the phone, Wen Han silently supported the tree and stood up, and replied hoarsely to his driver brother: "Ah, I have something to do at school and I should come back later, I forgot to tell you before... You should go back first."

"Master, Master Mu is in the car."

"..."

"He wishes to see you at once."

"Oh, I'm in the forest south of Starlight Park."

"Okay, please wait where you are."

The phone hung up with a snap.

Wen Han stared at the blacked-out phone screen, and ruthlessly pressed down the mud horses that came out of his mind to graze one by one, sinking into his dantian.

[System: By the way, why didn't you fight back against Mu Nian just now? 】

Wen Han: Oh, I want to create a great image that endures humiliation for my father and doesn't want to annoy my father, so no matter how wronged he is underneath, or how much he is disliked by Mu Nian, he will not show it.

[System: Please answer me positively :)]

Wen Han: He is my elder brother after all! As a well-behaved younger brother, how can he fight back against his elder brother—! ?

【system:……】

Wen Han: My wish is family harmony and world peace.

"Master."

A man's voice suddenly sounded, Wen Han looked up and saw his driver's face.

After Wen Han nodded to the visitor, he walked towards the black Lamborghini parked not far away.

Sitting in the car, the engine started, and it was as quiet as a chicken.

There is such a slight pain in the egg and a little bit of embarrassment.

The space in the car is actually quite large, but sitting next to Mu Ziyuan, Wen Han realized for the first time in his life what it means to be on pins and needles.

At this time, the afterglow of the setting sun fell on the man's face through the slightly open car window, but he lowered his eyes and flipped through the documents spread on his lap, and his light-colored thin lips faintly raised a tiny smile. Curved, and the exposed collarbone looks more sexy against the black shirt.

This is a man who exudes hormones in every gesture.

"Where are you going crazy?"

A deep and magnetic voice sounded in this small space, breaking the silence of the car.

Hearing this, Wen Han blinked his eyes hidden under his bangs, and said in a low voice: "...the forest in the south of the city."

Mu Ziyuan stopped flipping through the documents, and he raised his eyes to look at the young man beside him, his dark pupils were bottomless, like a dangerous whirlpool.

"What are you going to do there?" The man's thin lips parted slightly, and his gaze was extremely oppressive.

"The college entrance examination is stressful, so let's relax." Wen Han answered fluently, causing the system to privately spurn him for 10 minutes.

Mu Ziyuan put the document aside, crossed his hands on his folded legs, and said in a hoarse voice, "Sit over here."

Wen Han was startled, but still silently moved his butt towards the man.

In the next second, Mu Ziyuan's hand gently clasped his chin, and the distance between the two suddenly narrowed.

"What's the matter with the wound on the face?"

The man's slightly cool index finger gently rubbed the left half of Wen Han's face, while his thumb inadvertently brushed across the slightly parted lips.

Wen Han's heart skipped a beat.

"say."

The man clasped his warm and cold jaw and pulled it a little closer. His dark eyes locked tightly on the face of the person in front of him, and his warm breath slowly blew out, unscrupulously splashing on the young man's face.

"... I accidentally walked and hit a tree." Wen Han said softly.

Hearing this, Mu Ziyuan seemed to be delighted, he laughed twice and slowly moved closer to Wen Han, putting that beautifully shaped lips to the corner of the young man's lips, and said in a hoarse voice: "Lie."

Wen Han couldn't say anything now.

"Master Mu, young master, we're here."

The timely insertion of the driver's voice broke the suffocating atmosphere in the car.

Mu Ziyuan let go of Wen Han slowly, closed his eyes slightly, put the black windbreaker on his shoulders, and got out of the car first.

So, Wen Han also got out of the car with his head down and followed behind the man.

"Father, you are back!" Mu Nian's cheerful voice sounded, and he walked quickly to Mu Ziyuan, looking very well-behaved, but when he saw Wen Han who was following the man, the smile on his face suddenly It froze for a moment.

"En." Mu Ziyuan responded lightly.

"Ah Han is here too." Mu Nian tilted his head to look at Wen Han, and said with a smile.

So Wen Han nodded slightly.

Immediately, Mu Nian stopped caring about him, and only happily told Mu Ziyuan about the interesting things he encountered today and some academic problems.

And Mu Ziyuan would say a few words lightly from time to time, although the words were few, they were extremely sharp, and every sentence hit the point.

Wen Han slowly followed behind the two of them, looking at the picture of fatherly kindness and filial piety, he raised his hand and pushed his glasses with his middle finger.

Wen Han: I think so, I look like a Pikachu now.

[System: Huh? 】

Warm and cold: a [-]-volt light bulb. [play dead.jpg]

【system:……】

Wen Han: Just now he was teasing me by pinching my chin, now he is flirting with another little black flower, ruthless, scumbag!

[System: To be honest, you are not much better :)]

Warm and cold: Lanshou, shiitake mushrooms.

Wen Han: Aggrieved, I want to howl.

[System: Mr. Gu, howl at you, shut up. 】

Just as Wen Han was fighting with the system daily, the phone in his trousers pocket vibrated, he took it out to check, and found that it was a text message from his little brother Zi Gui.

There is only one picture on it, which is a small and cute cat with folded ears.

Wen Han quickly returned to Zigui: Did you raise it?

Zigui: Well, didn’t you say you wanted to take a look before?

Wen Han: Yes, very cute.

Zigui: When we meet someday, I'll hug you and show you.

Wen Han: Let's do it tomorrow. Tomorrow is Sunday and I don't have class. Is it ok at three o'clock in the afternoon?

Zigui: Okay, I'll wait for you. [smile]

Wen Han's heart was flattered, and then, without looking at the road, he bumped into the man in front of him, and the phone fell to the ground with a "smack" when he lost his grip.

Then Wen Han was stunned for a moment, and just as he bent down to pick up the phone, he saw a slender white hand pick it up first.

As a result, Mu Ziyuan took in the page on the phone screen, and his eyes instantly became dark.

"Zigui?"

The man raised the corners of his lips after asking a soft question, then just walked towards the sofa in the hall with his mobile phone in his hand, and sat down.

Seeing this, Mu Nian sneered to himself and went upstairs consciously. He could tell that this was a sign of his father's anger.

Wen Han and Mu Ziyuan were the only two people left in the huge hall, and the atmosphere was unreasonably depressing.

Wen Han stood silently in front of the man, lowered his head and said nothing.

On the other hand, Mu Ziyuan supported his chin with one hand, and played with the young man's cell phone with the other, a faint smile appeared on his lips.

"[The edge] the top male publicist Guan Zigui..." Mu Ziyuan said softly, his eyes seemed to be frozen, and he lowered his voice: "You are also capable, huh?"

"...He is my friend." Wen Han pursed his lips and said.

"Friend?" Mu Ziyuan smiled, with a fickle and cruel smile, "Have you got my consent?"

Hearing this, Wen Han looked up at the man in surprise, and said very puzzled: "Father, I'm just making friends, there's no need..."

"Shut up." Mu Ziyuan's voice was cold, and the darkness in his dark eyes was terrifying.

The overwhelming sense of oppression thickened the air, and the man's huge aura was strong and domineering, making it almost impossible to breathe from the oppressive temperature and cold.

"On weekends, you are not allowed to go anywhere." Mu Ziyuan tapped his fingers lightly on the armrest of the sofa, he closed his eyes slightly, and said in a low voice: "Stay at home obediently, do you understand?"

Hearing this, the young man clenched his hands hanging from the hem of his trousers into fists. He mustered up his courage and tried to persuade the strong and authoritarian man in front of him.

"Father, I think you seem to be too lenient on this point." Wen Han said word by word, "It is true that Zigui is a male publicist, but he is not the kind of casual and frivolous person. He is knowledgeable and funny. , we can talk very well..."

"Boom."

The phone flew over the boy's cheek, and hit the ground behind him hard, the screen cracked several times.

Mu Ziyuan withdrew his hand gracefully, then he stood up slowly and approached Wen Han, and suddenly stretched out his hand to grab the boy's neck and pull him towards him.

But seeing the man's dark eyes, there was no light in them.

The man put his lips close to the boy's ear, and a hoarse and magnetic voice sounded slowly——

"Don't disobey me, eh?"