Mu En was a little embarrassed, shook her head, and looked at the road ahead pretending to be calm: "No, I just didn't expect..."
"In the final analysis, it's all because they don't look alike!" Wuqing didn't care.
His voice merged with the sound of the piano, and suddenly it became clear and refreshing. The originally deep voice seemed to become an incredible melody!
Mu En didn't know what to say, so she could only pretend that she didn't hear him, and pretended to look at the various configurations in the car very seriously.
He smiled ruthlessly, then looked at her curious eyes and asked strangely: "You really don't look like a wealthy lady. How can I say that your family's conditions are not bad, but you look like you have never been
I’ve never seen anything like this!”
Mu En looked at him and did not deny: "I'm not used to others taking me to and from school. I hope there will be a driver waiting for me when I go out, so I always take a taxi..."
"Take a taxi?!" Qingqing really didn't expect it.
"Hmm...or maybe I take the bus myself..." Mu En looked at him with clear eyes, and there was no intention of lying at all on her part!
"Are your parents at ease?!"
Mu En finally showed a smile, and the pure smile was like a cool breeze blowing into Qingqing's heart. "What is there to be worried about? Looking at me, you would never have thought that I have such a rich old man.
dad……"
"It seems that Yujia and you are completely different on this matter!" Qingqing raised his eyebrows and chose a melodious English song again.
"Her personality is different from mine. We... don't really look like sisters?" Mu En asked, looking at Qing Qing.
Wu Qing didn't shy away and nodded directly.
A slightly hoarse female voice spoke in the air of unforgettable affection. The feeling of pain that was too painful to describe immediately attracted Mu En's heart.
"Actually, she just has a bad temper..." Mu En said in a low voice.
"Do you really not want to live the life of a rich person at all? Don't you feel envious when you see Yujia like this?!" He looked at her ruthlessly and tentatively.
Mu En adjusted her glasses, tied her long hair behind her ears, looked at the things that kept floating back, and said quietly: "What is there to envy about these? If you don't like it, you just don't like it. Even if you give it to me, I won't