Chapter 534
Wan Dapeng: "..."
Oh no, Mu Ge's brain must be fried. He even dared to hang up on Wen's phone. Is he destined to be single for life?
But clearly, he was overthinking it.
Less than five seconds later, click, the villa door was opened.
At that speed, Wan Dapeng was dumbfounded and seriously suspected that Brother Mu had jumped directly down from the second floor of the bedroom.
Holy crap, is his injury alright?
The once arrogant Mu Ge now... Wan Dapeng felt he was somewhat like an animal, a "simp".
Cough cough cough, he wasn't thinking about anything.
Wan Dapeng glanced nervously at the ground, afraid that Brother Mu would see through his thoughts and beat him to death.
However, he was overthinking it again.
Zong Mu has no time to pay attention to him.
He was wearing black pajamas, his hair was a bit messy, his face had an unhealthy red tinge, and there were bloodshot eyes. He had a fierce and decadent look about him, but even when he was injured or sick, he remained sharp.
However, his eyes widened slightly as he looked at the girl in front of him in disbelief.
Because it was the weekend, Wen Xin wasn't wearing her school uniform. She wore a light blue dress with a hem that reached her knees, revealing her long, fair legs. She wore canvas shoes, and her hair was half tied up and half down her shoulders. Her small, delicate face was pretty and beautiful, and she exuded a pure and youthful aura that attracted him like a moth to a flame.
Zong Mu's Adam's apple bobbed. "Why are you here?"
Wen Xin held the strap of her crossbody bag and said softly, "I heard you were injured, so I came to check on you. Did I disturb your rest?"
"No."
Zongmu denied it without hesitation.
Wan Dapeng, now relegated to the background, felt even more bitter.
Does Brother Mu have to treat people differently?
Zong Mu ignored Wan Dapeng's glance and said softly to Wen Xin, "Come in first."
Then, when Wen Xin walked into the villa, Wan Dapeng, who wanted to follow her in, heard a loud "bang" and saw the door completely closed in front of him. His nose was almost flattened from the impact.
Wan Dapeng: "!!!???"
Brother Mu, we're brothers, are you really going to be so cold and ruthless?
To prioritize romantic relationships over friendships to this extent is simply outrageous!
...
Inside the villa, Wen Xin was also startled by the sudden slamming of the villa door.
"Student Wan, he..."
"Don't worry about him, he lives in this neighborhood too."
Wen Xin guessed it, but wasn't it a bit inappropriate to just lock the person at the door?
No matter what, Wan Dapeng genuinely cared about him.
Zong Mu gave a nonchalant twitch of his thin lips. "My old man gives him a lot of salary every year."
People are realistic; otherwise, no matter how good the relationship was, it wouldn't have made Wan Dapeng give up the prosperity of the capital and follow him to Qingdao.
Despite being surrounded by admirers, Zong Mu is extremely cold-hearted, and no one has ever truly caught his eye.
In other words, he doesn't actually have any real friends.
Except... Zongmu's gaze fell on the girl.
She is the only special one.
Wen Xin was still processing the information he gave her; she really didn't understand the thoughts of wealthy people.
However, since it's a boss-employee relationship, that's a different story.
Just as she was about to ask him something, Zong Mu suddenly trapped her against the door.
The boy placed his hands on either side of her, lowered his head, and stared at her with his dark eyes. "Little rabbit, you're really bold to come to my house alone. Aren't you afraid I'll do something to you?"
Wen Xin: "..."
Have you forgotten about Wan Dapeng again?
besides……
Wen Xin raised her hand, placed the back of her hand against his forehead, and frowned, "You have a fever."
He must have really messed up his brain, otherwise how could he have become so audacious again?
She grabbed his hand and pulled him into the house.
Whether it was because she touched his forehead or held his hand, the boy seemed to be under some kind of spell, obediently following her and no longer making a fuss.
Wen Xin felt as if she were leading a Tibetan Mastiff that appeared fierce and large, but was actually loyal and docile.
He was so well-behaved that she almost wanted to break her persona and pat his head.
However, her worry for him outweighed everything else in her heart.
His hands were so hot, how high was his fever?
Wen Xin pushed him onto the sofa and made him lie down. Then she noticed that his ears were bright red, his eyes were so bright they were almost frightening, and he seemed a little shy.
Wen Xin's head was immediately filled with countless question marks.
Seeing her walk towards the restroom, the school bully blushed even more, acting as shy as a young maiden, "No, I don't need to wash, I can do it anyway."
Wen Xin: "???"
"Zong, are you alright?"
Zong Mu shook his head. He's fine! He can do it!
Even with a back injury, it doesn't affect his performance.
Wen Xin belatedly realized what was going on, her lips twitching instantly, and she glared at the crazy boy who was using illness as an excuse to cause trouble.
"Lie down, I'll go to the bathroom to get a towel. Oh, and is there any ice in the kitchen fridge?"
ice?
Do we really need to play this exciting game?
It's not that he can't do it!
The school bully, whose IQ had plummeted from a high fever, had eyes that sparkled brighter than ever, just like a big dog's.
Wen Xin: "!!!"
Forget it, she won't bother arguing with a brain-damaged idiot.
Wen Xin found ice cubes in the kitchen refrigerator, but when she saw that there was nothing in the refrigerator except for ice water and beer, her brow twitched involuntarily.
How did this person survive at home?
I know many guys live a rough life, but this is too much! This is practically like cultivating immortality!
It wasn't until Wen Xin placed a towel soaked in ice water on his forehead that Zong Mu finally regained some clarity.
He was instantly devastated.
So the little rabbit didn't actually want to play with him!
Why?
A man and a woman alone together, such a wonderful atmosphere.
Is he not handsome enough, or is his physique not good enough?
Young Master Zong lay on the sofa, questioning the meaning of life.
Suddenly, he felt his clothes being lifted.
Hmm? Hmm? Hmm?
Zong Mu's eyes immediately brightened considerably.
"I heard from Wan that you were injured? How is the wound?"
The girl's soft voice was sweeter than honey, but Zong Mu felt as if the excited little man in his heart had fallen off a cliff and died.
He knew there was no such thing as a perfect life.
If Zong Mu hadn't still had some sense, he would have been pounding the sofa by now.
That would be too stupid. No, I can't ruin his noble image in front of the little white rabbit. Hmm.
Wen Xin: "..." Should we still send him to the hospital?
Judging from this, his brain might be fried to a crisp. I'm worried.
Zong Mu's wound was on his side, probably from a sneak attack. Although he reacted quickly and dodged in time, he was still scratched.
The wound was bandaged, making it impossible to tell how deep it was, but Wen Xin stared at the area around the gauze, frowning. "Did your wound get wet last night?"
"I don't think so?"
Zong Mu's eyes flickered, clearly showing his guilty conscience.
Wen Xin laughed in exasperation, "Does it or not?"
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