Mr. Chu, don't you hate me?

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Mu Nian picked out one of them, peeled off the light pink wrapping paper, and put the red candy inside into his mouth.

The candy kernels melted in the warm mouth, bursting out the sweet and sour taste of strawberries.

He stretched out the tip of his tongue to lick the remaining sugar stains on his lips, leaving some moist luster on his soft lips.

Chu Liangze, who had been watching Mu Nian all this time, suddenly looked away, and a candy-like color appeared on his earlobe.

Mu Nian put the remaining candies into his shirt pocket, and with a smile on his face, he raised his head and asked Chu Liangze, "Brother, are these candies really a gift?"

Chu Liangze replied: "Well, I never buy these."

His expression was indifferent and serious.

If Chu Xiya was present, he would definitely be able to see that he was lying.

Some people are like this, they get nervous when they lie, and the more nervous they are, the more serious they become.

Mu Nian nodded doubtfully.

After returning to the dormitory, Mu Nian asked his roommate to borrow a transparent glass bottle and put all the leftover candies in it.

Then he couldn't wait to take a photo and sent it to Chu Liangze.

Mu Xiaonian: Brother, do you look good?

Random: Not good looking.

Mu Nian pouted.

I really don't understand the mood.

Mu Xiaonian: Anyway, I think it looks pretty good.

Random: up to you.

The few short and dry texts sent by Chu Liangze made Mu Nian feel that the conversation would not last this day, so he quickly changed the topic.

Mu Xiaonian: Brother, did you find inspiration today?

Chu Liangze looked at the sketch in front of him, and replied with a hmm.

At this time, the phone rang, it was an unfamiliar number, Chu Liangze would not answer it normally, but today he was in a good mood, so he clicked to answer it casually.

Sitting next to Shen Jiani was Gu Zichen. She held the phone in one hand, and ran the other hand through the pet cat's hair in her arms, and said softly, "Is that Aze? I'm aunt."

Chu Liangze didn't expect Shen Jiani to call him, and his self-cultivation forced him not to hang up directly, but replied flatly: "Well, it's me."

When Shen Jiani heard the clean voice on the other end of the phone, she pretended to be softer.

"Aze, are you still used to living in school? Do you feel uncomfortable%3F"

Chu Liangze didn't want to talk nonsense with Shen Jiani, so he said impatiently, "I'm very busy, if I have nothing to do, I'll hang up."

Shen Jiani could hear Chu Liangze's impatience, and she stretched her hands along the cat's fur, tearing off a bunch of white fluff, and the cat screamed, and ran away from her embrace.

Shen Jiani shook her fluffy hands in disgust, and continued: "Ah Ze, your father misses you, please take time to go home and have a meal this weekend, I know you don't want to see me and Zichen, but you can't see your father .”

Chu Liangze was silent, and Shen Jiani, who did not wait for an answer, quickly hung up the phone.

"Mom, your current identity is his aunt anyway, and he just talks to you like this%3F If he doesn't come back, he won't come back, so what the hell is he doing!" Gu Zichen raised his eyebrows in dissatisfaction.

Shen Jiani picked up the coffee on the coffee table, took a sip, and put it back again. Even though she had lived a wealthy life for more than ten years, she was still not used to drinking this bitter thing.

Shen Jiani wiped her mouth with a silk handkerchief and said, "Isn't it good to talk to me like this? The more he behaves like this, the less Gu Liang likes him, and the less he likes him, the more he likes you. When he comes back, you can talk to me in front of Gu Liang." Liang mentioned that he wanted to meet Wan Qianyi under the guise of a competition, wouldn't it be more beneficial for you to anger Gu Liang? You just do it obediently."

"But I don't need to be like this at all, I'm what I am," Shen Jiani held back Gu Zichen's words before he finished speaking, and he kicked the legs of the coffee table as if venting his anger.

[The author has something to say: Today is short, sorry, I wrote this in a hurry. 】