Don't make trouble!The villain can't be this cute

Song An'an stared blankly at Xia Zitong and was speechless for a while, not because she really repented after being given the blow, but because she didn't know how to answer this question.

In her opinion, Jiang Mu's status and status are not lacking, so it is impossible to rob his house. Although his temper is sometimes irritable, he will not kill innocent people indiscriminately.Subconsciously, she even thinks that Jiang Mu is a talented person. If she thinks about it better, she might be able to punish evil and fight crime in the future, and become an awesome dark hero.

Although Song An'an couldn't help but slap her ears when she thought of this naive idea a few months later, but at this moment, she really had this beautiful hope to protect Jiang Mu.

"I have nothing to feel guilty about." Song An'an responded indifferently: "If you think she is a supernatural being, go and check her. I really don't know anything."

Xia Zitong's deeply furrowed brows relaxed because of despair, and his eyes dimmed and lifeless.She sighed deeply, looked at Song An'an with a compassionate look, and said in a deep voice, "Think about it carefully, put away the business card, and contact me anytime."

After speaking, he left without looking back.

Song An'an's whole body was tense and motionless, and she didn't relax until Xia Zitong walked out of the room. She unconsciously closed her eyes and let out a sigh of relief, only to realize that her palms were soaked in cold sweat.

The boss and Gu Yao rushed into the room quickly, and they were relieved after checking that Song An'an had not been tortured.The boss wanted to ask, but before he could open his mouth, Gu Yao's hungry stomach started to growl. Seeing that it was almost time for the afternoon class, the three of them had to rush to find food first.

Song An'an was really heartbroken, she stayed up all night because of Sister Xiong, and today she has nothing to eat because of a jerk.Without touching a few chopsticks, she hurried to the classroom with the boss.

During the class break, she took the phone and told Jiang Mu to go to the toilet, and went to report to Jiang Mu by herself.

She searched like a thief, and hid in a corner of the corridor, making sure that no one was there before dialing the phone.

The ringing lasted for a while, and when it was connected, the person on the other side said, "What are you doing?"

The tone was so impatient and impatient, Song Anan wanted to hang up the phone in an instant and ask Xia Zitong to confess, but she still patiently covered her mouth with one hand and whispered into the phone: "I'm Song An'an."

The other side was silent for a while: "Hello Miss Song, I'm Jiang Mu, do you want me to transfer you to the mentally handicapped department?"

Song An'an didn't even bother to argue with her, so she quickly got to the point: "Some special commissioner seemed to suspect you, and just interrogated me for a long time."

"Oh?" Jiang Mu's tone was unhurried, still teasing: "Then when will you catch me?"

"I didn't say anything." Song An'an replied seriously: "I called to remind you that they have already found out your identity. That person is Xia Zitong, who is..."

"why?"

The tone on the other side finally became more serious, and Song An'an also knew that she was asking herself why she wanted to help her, but she couldn't say that she was optimistic that she would become a pillar of society in the future, so she couldn't answer for a while.

In the empty corridor, there is only the sound of the warm wind whizzing by from time to time, which makes the hearts of those who listen it itchy.

"You helped us last time, this time..."

After Song Anan found the reason, she spoke halfway confidently, but was interrupted by the other party domineeringly, and said a conclusion that she was unwilling to admit——

"You're worried about me."

Jiang Mu's magnetic voice was still gloomy and gentle, but his tone could not tolerate any doubts, which instantly made Song Anan's heart beat like a drum as if he had done something wrong.

"I'm not worried about you! Go to hell!" Song An'an started cursing with the demeanor of jumping over the wall.

"Don't talk nonsense." Jiang Mu immediately resumed the stance of a jerk and teased: "How sad is your sister when I die?"

Song Anan felt that this bastard was forcing her to join Xia Zitong's organization. She originally wanted to put the main responsibility for Gu Yao's affairs on her sister, but she didn't expect this bastard to confess on her own initiative, confirming that she deliberately let Gu Yao take the bait .

She touched Gu Yao's cheek that day, and that ambiguous "Petty control" was definitely intentional.

Song An'an was trembling with anger, gnashing her teeth so that she could not speak. Just when she decided to hang up the phone, she gave a warning to the fabric: "You are not allowed to hang up on me."

When you are the king of heaven! ! !

Song Anan was trembling with anger, her thumbs were trembling, and just before her fingertips slid to the end button, she picked up the phone cowardly, and tentatively said, "I'm going to hang up now!" ! Why can't I hang up on you!"

"You are not allowed to hang up on me."

On the other side, he repeated it stubbornly and domineeringly, in a tone that did not need any reason.

Before Song An'an could reply, Jiang Mu continued to say, "The phone is mine, and you are mine. Only I can hang up on you."

"..." This kind of childish remark of "It's mine, it's mine, it's all mine." Song An'an instantly remembered Jiang Mu's mischievous and malicious smile towards her when he was at the police station.

The childish behavior shown by this bastard from time to time inexplicably dispelled Song Anan's anger, leaving only a dumbfounding silence.

Even the fear of Jiang Mu dissipated, Song An'an pursed his lips and approached the microphone, squinted his eyes and said to the phone with a smile: "I, I, I want, hang up!"

After finishing speaking, she disconnected the phone recklessly, and went back to the classroom cheerfully, without worrying about any storms that would happen afterwards.

In just a few short steps, the phone in Song Anan's hand rang three times in succession, but she hung up all of them instantly. After she turned her phone to silent and sat back in the classroom, a gloomy text message appeared on the screen ——"Miss Song, you are finished."

Song An'an actually burst out laughing when she saw this text message. She could imagine how scary Jiang Mu's frowning look was, but she was not afraid.

After hearing the phrase "you are mine too", Song An'an felt an inexplicable sense of security in her heart, reminding her of the scene of Jiang Mu pulling her into his arms helplessly at the elevator entrance.

That feeling was very subtle, maybe from that moment on, she should be able to be sure that Jiang Mu had a unique tolerance for her.

Although there was helplessness and the reason was unknown, at least that inexplicable protection was accompanied by an unquestionable sense of security, mixed with Jiang Mu's rather childish domineering aura, and wrapped Song An'an tightly like a cocoon.

She knew that Jiang Mu would not hurt her, and would not even let anyone hurt her.

Song An'an just put on a thief's smiling face, sat in the last row of the classroom and deserted for a while, until the chattering noises around her became louder and louder.

Song An'an raised her head in a daze, only to realize that most of the students in front of her were looking towards the back door of the classroom. She immediately looked at it suspiciously, and stood there instantly as if she had been struck eight hundred times by Lei Huo.

She saw a slender figure leaning lazily against the open back door frame. The comfortable and casual cotton shirt was paired with simple black trousers, which perfectly highlighted the outline of her straight and slender legs.Just like a supermodel on the runway wearing casual clothes, she is a natural clothes rack, and no matter how mediocre the clothes are, she can't hide her original brilliance.

Even with the glare of the afternoon sun behind his back, Song An'an could still see that monstrously beautiful face, smiling straight at her with malice.

Song An'an's soul was emptied at this moment. She really didn't expect this guy to be so vengeful that she hung up the phone a few times and would come to her immediately. On her head, it smashed her whole body into two hundred and five.

Song An'an understands that Jiang Mu's temperament is absolutely impatient to wait until the end of get out of class, but she also doesn't like to act high-profile in front of too many people, so she will definitely not rush into the classroom and throw Song An'an out.

But after all, this bastard is an unscrupulous guy who wants to achieve his goal. Song An'an was still thinking about how she could get her, when she realized that Jiang Mu had already shifted his gaze to the old man who was giving a lecture.

Sure enough, a person with double aces of IQ and appearance is invincible.With just one glance, the bald old man almost had a heart attack and knelt down on the podium. Song Anan looked at him excitedly and greeted the back door, "Student, what do you want?"

Jiang Mu stood up straight, with a humble posture and clear eyes, and said to the old man with a face of respecting the teacher and domineering, "The counselor asked me to inform classmate Song An'an to go, there is something urgent."

The calmness and anxiety in her tone were fairly well balanced, she neither seemed overly anxious and lost her manners, nor was she so calm that the teacher didn't care much.

Hearing the words, the old man immediately scanned around, and asked loudly: "Is Song An'an coming to class? Hurry up!"

Song An'an had no choice but to lower his head and trot all the way under the envious eyes of his classmates, and rushed to Jiang Mu's side, with a sad look on his face.

Jiang Mu turned around calmly and calmly, but kept squinting at Song An'an, with a provocative arc on the corner of his mouth, and followed Song An'an to the empty corridor.

Song An'an's heart jumped in his throat, he only hated himself for taking the guts of a leopard for a while, and offending this kind of childish bully with high IQ, now his life and death are uncertain.

She subconsciously stayed away from Jiang Mu and leaned towards the balcony, but in the middle of the aisle, Jiang Mu stretched out his hand seemingly lightly, and pulled her to her waist like a chicken.

Jiang Mu copied his pocket with one hand and carried Song An'an with the other, cuddling together in a seemingly ambiguous and romantic way.When passing by the classroom window, the students cast their gazes in amazement or jealousy, but unfortunately they couldn't see that Song Anan's feet were almost off the ground, his face was flushed and he was struggling desperately, trying to break free...