The driver nodded and stopped the car. LAN Jingyan pushed the door open and got off the car. He closed the door and dressed his figure perfectly with a stiff suit.

He waved to the driver and motioned him to drive away. Then he looked at Fu Zhiran again. She went to the sidewalk and crossed the road.

Where is she going? Or with whom?

Thinking, Fu Zhiran has arrived across the road, is going to the opposite direction of the bus stop sign.

Where is she going by bus?

LAN Jingyan's pride can't resist Fu Zhiran's care. He strides to another zebra crossing.

"Is that Miss Fu?"

Fu Zhiran arrives at the bus stop where yunmu Su's entourage is better. Immediately, a tall middle-aged man greets her with a smile.

Men are also people of their country.

Fu Zhiran looked at him and frowned, "are you the follower of Yun Mu Su?"

"Yes." The middle-aged man nodded politely, "only when I often hide in the dark, when the young master is in danger or something, I will appear."

Then he asked, "has Miss Fu brought our young master's key?"

Fu Zhiran nodded, "brought it, I'll take it for you."

She bowed her head and found out the key that Yun Mu Su had left in her home.

Just took out, the middle-aged man's hands have been stretched to her, as if impatient, Fu Zhiran frowned, subconsciously squeezed the key in his hand.

Looking at the middle-aged man, I couldn't help being on guard.

The middle-aged man was shocked by her eyes, and the smile on his face remained unchanged. "What's the matter, Miss Fu?"

Fu Zhiran caught the guilty feeling in his eyes just now, and he was more alert.

She asked, "did Yun Mu Su go to bed at eight o'clock last night? Why did no one answer when I called him?"

Her tone is very want to go, give a person feeling some chagrin, like in blame cloud Mu su.

The middle-aged man was stunned, then nodded with a smile, "yes, the young master went to bed earlier last night."

Fu Zhiran collected his eyes, and a sharp light flashed in his eyes.

This is not the person that cloud Mu Su sends, she subconsciously tightens the hand that holds the key, will if tightly hold in the palm of the hand.

Then she said to the middle-aged man, "well, I'll give the key to him some other day, because he still owes me something. I gave him the key after I gave it to him."

The middle-aged man was embarrassed. "Miss Fu, this key is very important to the young master. He doesn't know when he will come back this time. Maybe our husband won't let him come again, so you'd better give me the key and take it back."

Then he extended his hand to Fu Zhiran.

Fu Zhiran's holding hands back, his feet also followed back two steps.

Then she slightly astringed her eyes, carefully looked at the middle-aged men, their husband? Who is Mr. Smith?

Can you control yunmu Su's freedom? Is it yunmu Su's father? Or his brother?

The middle-aged man stretched out his hand for a long time, but Fu Zhiran didn't give it to him. He said painstakingly, "young master told me that I would take the key back."

With that, he seemed to have run out of patience. He took a step forward and grabbed Fu Zhiran's hand with the key.

"What are you doing?"

Fu Zhiran tries her best to shake off the middle-aged man's hand. She can be sure that this man is not sent by Yun Mu su. She quickly turns around and prepares to run away.