Fake is true

Mu Zhou was watched by Yan Fangsheng to get into the taxi. The young man seemed to be taken out of his mind, and he seemed to be preoccupied. Yan Fangsheng kept steering the wheelchair and walked in front. On the top, the thin chin is tucked into the neckline, and the bangs in front should have been scratched a few times, hanging loosely in front of the eyes.

When the car came to the front, Mu Zhou didn't move, he was carrying his bag alone, and said hoarsely, "Brother, what are you doing?"

"The driver is waiting."

It was inconvenient for Yan Fangsheng to travel, so he contacted the company's driver when he went out. The driver worked overtime temporarily and was still waiting in the parking lot.

"Okay." Mu Zhou nodded.

Putting his hand into his coat pocket, the taxi driver lowered the window, showing a hint of impatience, Mu Zhou didn't intend to get in the car yet.

Yan Fangsheng watched him keep silent for a long time, wondering whether the way to deal with it was inappropriate.

He wanted to see Mu Zhou's feelings clearly, and he also wanted Mu Zhou to recognize him clearly, but it was not Yan Fangsheng's original intention to push him too hard.

"if……"

"Brother," Mu Zhou said.

Yan Fang stopped talking, and waited for Mu Zhou to finish speaking.

"I'll give you an answer tonight."

"Hurry up, I'm starting to play the watch!" The driver lost his patience completely.

If Yan Fang didn't say what he said, Mu Zhou opened the car door and sat in the back row.

After entering, he lowered the car window and looked at Yan Fangsheng outside the car door. Yan Fangsheng saw that his eyes were a little red, which was too faint, like an illusion.

"Brother, I'm leaving."

"Yeah." Yan Fang said slowly, "Send a message when it's time."

Mu Zhou blinked and answered vaguely.

The driver kicked the accelerator, and the car galloped out, leaving an afterimage.

Tian Muzhou didn't send a message. When he arrived at the institution, everyone was already there, and he went to the teacher to make up for it. When he returned to the dormitory, he was alone.

"Didn't you send a message early to say that you are coming? Why are you here later than us?" Chen Dong threw the dirty socks piled under the bed into the basin, and poured a small half bag of washing powder into it.

"I have something to do on the way." Mu Zhou put his schoolbag on the table, and went into the toilet in a low mood.

"What's wrong with Xiao Chuaner?" Chen Dong sensed something was wrong, and asked Zhou Hao.

Zhou Hao was reading the novel with his hands in his hands. Hearing this, he raised his head, "What's wrong?"

"Xiao Chuaner, I see he has a sullen face."

"Holiday hangover."

Chen Dong thought about it, he felt like he was going to a funeral before he came to school, and he immediately felt that what Zhou Hao said was absolutely right.

When Mu Zhou came out of the toilet, the three people in the dormitory had already chatted, four people slept, and one person was not in their class, and there was an extra person from the other school who was assigned to their dormitory. Living together all day long, it's hard not to be familiar with each other, so the four of them have become familiar with each other within a week.

The new roommate is called Chen Tian. His name is a bit feminine, and he looks very masculine. He hangs out on the sports field all year round. According to him, he can run ten kilometers in a row without stopping.

Chen Dong didn't believe in evil, he compared his wrist with him, and when he saw the forearm muscles exposed by the man taking off his coat, he was scared, and refused to do so.

The dormitory agreed that this buddy is a talent for studying art, and it is more suitable for him to do sports.

The masculine man immediately became shy and said that he was chasing love.

After asking many times, he took out the trace of love from his mouth. He said that the other party was in the class downstairs. He came to study art, and he followed Pidianpidian, but he was still in the stage of unrequited love. After half a year, I didn't even catch a tail hair.

"Is my method wrong?" Chen Tian just went to get glasses fitted this week, and the black frames on his face looked a little funny.

"How did you chase?" Chen Dongheng, who claims to be a master of love, interjected.

"There's nothing to chase..." Chen Tian blushed, "Just send her a message..."

"What's her attitude?" Chen Dong continued to ask.

"Few replies, she is very busy."

Chen Dong frowned: "Then be careful, don't be too proactive, you make people feel burdened, they probably run away immediately!"

"Is it a burden to send messages?" Chen Tian scratched his head.

"No, if she doesn't like it, it's a negative—"

"Hey, why are you kicking me!" Chen Dong yelled, clutching his leg.

"Kick the water in your mind." Zhou Hao slowly turned a page of the novel.

Seeing Chen Tian's troubled expression, Chen Dong also felt that he had made a slip of the tongue, and immediately comforted him, "You are so handsome! You may be really busy!"

Zhou Hao rolled his eyes while looking at the book.

However, Chen Tian was comforted, and he hooked up with Chen Dong, and the two brothers seemed to smile.

Mu Zhou passed them and sat on the bed, lowered the curtains and shrank into the bed.

Zhou Hao glanced at him sensitively.

He put down the book, went to the table and took the washed nectarines, reached into the bed curtain and handed them to Mu Zhou, "My mother asked me to bring them before I came here, and they ate them both, they are very sweet."

"Thank you." Mu Zhou didn't show his face, "I'll eat later."

Zhou Hao left.

The two brothers surnamed Chen crossed their shoulders and went to the balcony to look in the mirror to find out how handsome they were. Mu Zhou turned to the top of the chat by accident, and found that the back and forth news records were exactly the same as what Chen Tian said.

I used to think that Yan Fangsheng was really busy, and he was grateful to Dade for replying with one or two words. resistance.

Will it be so?

How long has Yan Fangsheng been aware of it, and how long has he endured it, will he always feel that the news sent in the past is annoying.

Will the news sent out with trepidation be a burden to him?

Mu Zhou hugged the pillow and flipped through the chat records to the top, but there weren't too many of them, and they didn't have many chances to chat by communication.

After reading all the records, they all confirmed Mu Zhou's conjecture.

He was suddenly very tired, and stared at the note to Yan Fangsheng for a long time, before blinking his sour eyes stimulated by the light source.

If he is asked to move out, it is Yan Fangsheng's special warning to him.

that--

Mu Zhou clicked on the chat box and typed.

The message was hesitantly typed, and then sent out in an instant.

A boat: brother, I will not move.

He didn't care about Yan Fangsheng's warning.

If you don't fight or surrender yourself, Mu Zhou can't do it.