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

When he saw Song An'an, Jaeger subconsciously felt that something was different about her, but he couldn't tell anything when he looked closely.

Song An'an was wearing a milky white coat with a narrow waist, revealing a short black woolen skirt that covered her hips. The light makeup was very delicate, but her eyes were gray and dull, like a lifelike rag doll.

"Curry beef brisket, diced winter melon with Bazhen, silken lotus seeds..."

As soon as he sat down, Song Anan picked up the menu and kept poking it until Jaeger's mouth was circled into an O shape. Even the waiter reminded him suspiciously: "Just two misses? You have already ordered nine menus. It's a dish."

"Let's pack what we can't finish," Song An'an said with determination.

Jaeger squinted at her: "Do you want me to call Jiang Mu over to pay the bill?"

Song Anan obediently let go of the words, raised her head and smiled shyly at the waiter: "That's all."

After the waiter closed the door, Jaeger said first, "What's going on? Why are you still making trouble, haven't I explained the misunderstanding to you clearly?"

"I just don't want to continue." Song Anyan said lightly.

Jaeger's small mouth was frightened into an O shape again, and he continued for a long time before continuing: "Are you serious, Song An'an? Who said that no matter what unreasonable things Jiang Mu does, he will never leave him for the rest of his life." ? You won’t really be hooked up with some bad boy, are you? What kind of bad boy can compare to Mr. Jiang, a classic British royal family boy?”

Song Anan picked up the lemonade on the table and took a sip: "What's the use of being good-looking, that boy is a civil servant, my parents said..."

"What?" Jaeger interrupted her in surprise: "Since when did you start treating love as a meal ticket? Are civil servants talking like this? Taking a step back, it's just, when, it's a meal ticket, and Jiang Mu obviously prefers it." Winning [-] chips, right? And it’s a big deal of meal tickets for a younger sister who snatched her from her aunt since she was a child, and paid her back when she grew up. You actually went to find some civil servant, are you out of your mind or out of your mind?”

Song Anan lowered her head without making a sound, her long hair flowing down to cover half of her face.

Jaeger took a deep breath, moved the stool forward, leaned into the center of the dining table, and analyzed righteously: "Your civil servant has a pretty honest background. Although he is ordinary in every way, as long as there is nothing wrong It is not difficult for the three to intervene and make do for a lifetime.

As for Jiang Mu, her background is very dishonest, she is top-notch in all aspects externally, and has no internal advantages. She is stubborn and will basically not change her mind. It can be seen that as long as I like you, it is relatively reliable to live a lifetime.

So let me sum it up for you. Compared with that civil servant, Jiang Mu is like a black-hearted luxury blood diamond and a pile of cow dung.It may be difficult to choose with your IQ, I suggest..."

"Fuck you!!" Song Anan almost spit out a sip of lemonade: "Your analogy is too unfair, at least diamonds are against glass!"

Jaeger shook his head solemnly: "This disparity is not enough, and it is not as appropriate as my analogy."

Just as Song An'an was about to speak, the door was pushed open, and the waiter came in holding a glass bottle and slowly arranged the dishes, both of them fell silent.

After the people left, Jaeger still spoke first: "Your parents don't have to worry at all. You can go to France to register if you want to get married, and it's easy to conceive a child. These obstacles can be easily solved for you. The only one The problem is that the child's IQ may follow you, so what else is there to worry about?"

Why does this sound a bit like scolding?What's wrong with my IQ?Song Anan thought angrily.

"I'm not worried about this." Song Anan frowned, drank the lemonade he had just refilled, put it on the table with a bang, and whispered: "I hate her so much... I don't know how to describe it , when she touched me..."

Song An'an's voice became softer, Jaeger listened carefully, pondered for a long time and asked in a low voice: "Did she... hurt you so much at that time? This can be related to..."

"No!" Song An'an's ears blushed, and she almost picked up the dinner plate and put it on her face: "I don't understand, anyway, I don't want to see her again, let's eat! I haven't eaten breakfast yet, I'm hungry I'm dead, school will start in two days, and I won't be comfortable at home again, eat more!"

Apart from making Song An'an more mellow, this meal has no meaning of progress at all. When Jaeger called Jiang Mu to report, he still tried his best to pick out good news and said: "You don't need to come to this place, my lord, Song An'an will go there tomorrow." gone."

As a young leader with a deep city, Jiang Mu snorted coldly, proudly and frightenedly showing the momentum of "I knew she would come to ask me for forgiveness herself".

Jaeger didn't want to provoke her, but in order to avoid Jiang Mu being slapped in the face by Song Anan and losing face, he still kindly added: "They are going there because school starts."

On the other end of the phone, Jiang Mu's face was like a poker card, he paused for a long time and then cut off the phone.

After hanging up the phone, Jiang Mu leaned back on the chair with a straight face, stretched his long legs and knocked on the desk.

The door of the office was pushed open untimely, and the secretary stepped on high-heeled shoes and ushered in a middle-aged man.

"Who told you to bring someone in?" Jiang Mu raised his eyes and glanced at the secretary with his chin folded.

The woman was startled for a moment, and said falteringly: "Didn't you just say..."

"You just said you were going to meet me." The middle-aged man's voice had a special charm.

Jiang Mu frowned: "When will I..." After a sudden pause, she turned her head and glanced at the middle-aged man carefully, and suddenly stretched her brows, with a clear face, and smiled evilly at the secretary with the corners of her mouth curled up : "Understood, you go out."

Miss Secretary walked out in shock and closed the door. The middle-aged man sat down on the chair opposite the desk with a quiet smile, and looked at Jiang Mu kindly. His eyes seemed to have a magical power that made people lose their minds.

Jiang Mu still crossed his legs, and the smile on his face became more and more sinister. After a moment of silence, he said in a low voice: "What are you doing in the military area? We don't accept any supernatural beings here."

The middle-aged man parted his mouth and smiled kindly: "My lord, you can see that I am a hypnotist. Hypnosis can only be effective on ordinary people. I can't get involved in the supernatural group. I can only come to your military area to seek an interview."

"Heh." Jiang Mu put his legs down on the ground, straightened up and looked at him sideways: "The power group does not accept power users who have no combat effectiveness, and we will not take any powerful hypnotizers. You should know that. You If you dare to hypnotize the reception staff of the military region to come to me, don’t plan to go back.”

"Please don't get angry." The man's voice was gentle, with a calming and pleasant appeal.

"Your tricks don't work for me, don't waste your efforts." Jiang Mu sneered and lowered his head.

"I understand, my lord, don't get me wrong. I am here this time to prove to you the practical significance of our hypnotists."

"Oh?" Jiang Mu raised his head and glanced at him disdainfully: "Let's hear it."

"Your Excellency may have difficulties in the near future that cannot be ruled out..."

Jiang Mu interrupted him with a smile: "I have a seer to help me watch these. Aren't you here to prove the usefulness of a hypnotist? You can still see me when I have difficulties in the future?"

"What's the point if you can see it but not solve it?" The man said calmly, "I can't see the future, but I can help you solve the problem. You know, we hypnotists have been discriminated against and expelled by supernatural groups. It is forced, as long as you are willing to give us..."

"Okay." Jiang Mu waved his hand impatiently: "You guys are useless to the lowest-level supernatural beings. I don't support people who can't afford to eat, so stop talking."

The man's face darkened, "Then, my lord..."

"Let's go." Jiang Mu's mind was full of Song Anan's affairs, and he didn't have the patience to listen to his explanation.

A trace of despair flashed in the man's eyes, and then he turned and left the office with a vicious expression on his face.

**

On the day Song An'an and Gu Yao returned to school, the school gate was full of students dragging large and small bags, and they couldn't squeeze in. The security guards stood outside and shouted hoarsely. I don't know what these brats are doing. lively.

While complaining, Song Anan asked Gu Yao to hold the suitcase outside and wait for her outside. She couldn't help but sharpened her head out of curiosity and got into the crowd.

Curiosity killed the cat.

Song An'an successfully got into the middle of the crowd - the cold March was burned like a hot summer by the girls' high enthusiasm, the man surrounded by the crowd was holding his pockets with both hands, leaning against the school gate expressionlessly, like a sculpture The girls who came forward to take pictures in turn hugged each other in various poses.

Enemy Road is narrow.Song Anan's heart skipped a beat, and she hurriedly wanted to get back out of the crowd. She glanced back narrowly, and found that the "sculpture" leaning on the door had straightened up, and her light brown pupils had keenly locked on to her, looking straight at her. She came over.

Song An'an felt a sense of remorse at that moment, and Jiang Mu knew her curious nature very well. She stood at the school gate in broad daylight, waiting to wait for An'an.

Song An'an closed her eyes and tried her best to get out two floors, but her wrist was tightened, and she was pulled back with a swoosh, and was wrapped in the familiar cold embrace.

Jiang Mu raised his hand to protect Song An'an's uneasy head, "Get out of the way." He mercilessly shouted at the girl who just took a photo with him, and walked out of the crowd through a passage that gradually gave way , dragged Song Anan to the parking lot.

"Despicable!" Song An'an writhed and struggled like a fish and shouted.

"Hey, have you passed the first level of English?" Jiang Mu didn't bow his head, looking at the front with a half-smile.

"I don't mean baby, I mean you are despicable!" Song Anan was angry.The author has something to say: Shit, this chapter has reached 3000 words before it is finished, is it trying to kill us with 3000 words of obsessive-compulsive disorder! ! ! ps The next chapter may be meaty, I am afraid it will be a bit bloody, will it be reported, I am afraid