This is the first time Su Mumu has traveled alone. Because she had simple companionship before, it was not boring for more than ten hours. Now she is sitting alone in her seat, except reading a book and looking at the clouds outside the window. She seems to have nothing to do.

It can be done.

Next to him was a well-dressed young man who looked like he was an artist because he had a hairstyle similar to that of Liu Huan. His hair was dark and shiny and could be sold for several hundred if he cut it.

The two of them had hardly looked at each other since they sat down. Su Mumu was not the kind of person who knew her well. In addition, Jian Yi had previously warned her not to talk to strangers, especially strange men, so she kept silent obediently.

After flipping through the magazine for a while, she leaned back on the chair and began to relax with her eyes closed. As she did so, she really fell asleep. She seemed to hear a voice between half asleep and half awake. It was as clear and elegant as jade, and the pitch was neither high nor low.

It sounds more like a lullaby.

Su Mumu chirped, changed her position and continued sleeping.[

"Su, Mu, Mu..." Why did that voice sound more and more like he was calling her name?

She opened her eyes slightly, only to find that someone beside her was looking at her with a slight frown. She was a little confused, how did this person know her name? Could it be...

Frightened by her own thoughts, she opened her eyes suddenly and asked: "You...who are you and how do you know my name?"

The man's mouth moved and he asked:

"You should be Su Mumu, right?"

Su Mumu looked defensive and looked at him without answering.

Seeing her reaction, the man actually smiled and introduced himself:

"I'm Mo Fan, from the Fine Arts Department of University A."

Su Mumu shook her head: "I don't know."

The man named Mo Fan twitched the corner of his mouth and was very surprised: "You don't know him?"

"Do I have to know you because you are in University A?" Su Mumu also looked confused.

When Mo Fan saw her reaction, he looked like he had swallowed shit, "I am Mo Fan, Mo Fan, if you think about it carefully, you really don't remember me?"

Su Mumu searched around in her mind, but she really had no impression.

Mo Fan took a deep breath and forced himself to calm down: "Miss Su, can you move your noble legs? Your feet have been running on my shoelaces for fifteen minutes."

Su Mumu blinked and looked down. It was obvious that what Mo Fan said was very conservative. Not only the laces of his high leather boots were stepped on by her, but also the uppers were ravaged by her.

She immediately put her feet back and looked at the footprints on the black shoes. She smiled sheepishly:

"I'm sorry, I thought I was stepping on..." Jian Yi, she stopped in time and just smiled dryly at him.

Mo Fan didn't care about her, took out a tissue from his bag, and very carefully wiped the area she had stepped on until it was shiny.

The corners of Su Mumu's mouth twitched. Is that what happened? Unable to bear it, she turned her head and looked out the window without saying anything.[

Mo Fan here finished polishing his shoes and chased Su Mumu reluctantly and asked:

"You really don't remember me?"

Su Mumu was annoyed by him, "Why should I remember you? Are you my mother or my lover? Do I have to remember you?"

Mo Fan was stunned by the roar and blinked:

"I thought that since you had confessed your love to me, you would remember me!"
Chapter completed!