The car drove smoothly on the driveway.
The night was dark, the prosperous city was illuminated by all kinds of neon lights, the bright moon hung in the dark sky, Mu Yan lowered the car window, and the evening wind blew in, gently lifting the young man's clean hair.
The director couldn't help complaining while driving.
"I didn't say you, buddy, go back to sleep after drinking in the middle of the night, what kind of university do you want to go to? I remember that you were not a student of that school before, you are a hammer of literature and art?"
"..."
He said a long list, Mu Yan seemed to have not heard at all, lay quietly on the seat, closed his eyes, his thick dark eyelashes were illuminated by the light, and the shadow hit the fine and delicate bridge of the nose.
Soon to Huayang University.
The director stopped the car at the door, he sighed lowly, glanced at the person in the passenger seat, and snorted coldly.
"Here we are, can you get out of the car? Why do you want me to run around the playground with you? Or let me go in with you for a class?"
Regarding his teasing, the young man still showed no expression on his snow-white and beautiful cheeks, he bit his slender lips, and said calmly.
"Dormitory Building No. 15, Huayang University... You have come to the wrong place."
The director was puzzled, he stretched his neck, lowered the car window and looked at the sign at the door, puzzled.
"That's right, this is Huayang University."
The boy pointed out his mistake to him, so he said coldly.
"Why didn't I see the dormitory building No. 15?"
"..."
The director felt speechless for a while, he took a deep breath silently, emphasizing in his heart that he should not reason with a drunk, so he started the car silently.
When he drove into the school and was about to turn a corner, Mu Yan pointed out his mistake again.
"It's a left turn."
"Fuck! Can you please stop talking!"
He cursed excitedly.
The young man's cold and deep pupils glanced at him without emotion, he did not appear to be shocked at all, on the contrary he remained calm and calm.
"I kindly pointed out the mistake to you, you are really unreasonable."
"..."
The director shut up.
Until he found the dormitory building No. 15, he lay down on the seat in frustration: "Is it okay now?"
The boy glanced at the school where only the street lights were on, and the room in the girls' dormitory was also turned off. He slowly took out the mobile phone in his pocket, found Mu Mian's mobile phone number, and handed it to him.
He lay back on the driver's seat quietly, and said in a muffled voice: "Call her and tell her I'm drunk."
"Ah?" The director was taken aback, and he looked at the name on the phone note—Mianmian.
Who is Mianmian
Who is Mimian
The director was puzzled: "Why don't you fight yourself?"
Hearing this, the young man glanced at the corners of his beautiful lips indifferently, and said in a disgusted and cold voice, "You can hit me if I want you to."
So, the director dialed the phone, and the atmosphere in the car was quiet. The other party hadn't connected yet. Second after second passed, and he felt inexplicably depressed and nervous.
After ringing for a long time, the director thought he couldn't get through, but the other party picked it up suddenly.
"Hello?"
The voice from the mobile phone was sweet and soft, as if woken up, with a hint of hoarseness and softness.
The director was stunned for a moment, his brain suddenly short-circuited, he blinked quickly, and then looked at Mu Yan.
Only then did he realize that the man had already sat up.
He quietly closed his eyes, slightly bent his white and slender fingers, pressed against his thin and beautiful lips, and listened carefully to the voice of the phone.
The director opened his mouth, not knowing what to say for a moment.
There seemed to be some doubts over there, and after a few seconds, the girl called out again tentatively: "Little brother?"
(end of this chapter)