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Behind him was the Mu Family clansmen who were eyeing him covetously.

On the way back, she kept making guesses about how the Mu family would force him to give up on her, and how they would obstruct the wedding. Hearing his affirmation, Mu Ran admitted that he was not as calm as she felt and his heart trembled violently.

After experiencing her mother's death, Lin Wen City's betrayal, she was filled with fear and anxiety at being abandoned.

The kind of panic and desolation where the whole world collapsed and she had nowhere to go made her hate herself for being abandoned, for gnashing her teeth, for being hated to the bone marrow.

She swore that she would be stronger. She swore that she would never go near someone again. If she didn't go near someone and give up her heart, she would never be given up. She would never need to fear being given up again.

At this moment, he could withstand the pressure and continue to choose to not give up on her. This was enough to give her fragile and anxious heart a sliver of comfort. Perhaps her love for him started from this moment …

She just stared at his face that was so close to hers, and for a moment, her heart was filled with emotion. Gu Mo Cheng narrowed his eyes and extended a hand to pull her into his embrace. Turning his head, Luoluo said to her father,

"Elder Mu, do you mind if I take her out for a meal?"

"I don't mind, I don't mind …"

Father Mu hurriedly agreed.

When his hand touched her body, Mu Ran regained his senses. She originally wanted to reject him, but then suddenly thought of the conditions they had to get along with each other before she gave up on struggling to follow him into the car.

He dragged her into the car. After the car drove away from the Mu residence, it braked and stopped by the roadside. Her body leaned forward from the inertia, causing her to cry out in fear.

"What are you doing?"

He looked at her.

"Isn't there some kind of photo? Let me admire it! "

However, her underlings didn't stop moving. They continued to search for her phone on her body.

"I, I already deleted them!"

Embarrassed, she tried to defend herself while avoiding his attack.

But he wouldn't let her go. She was a bit angry, but she couldn't stop him even if he was strong.

"Alright, alright, I'll let you take a look!"

She quickly pushed him away from her and pulled herself away from the door. Then she opened her purse and pulled out her cell phone, handing it to him in a panic.

He looked at her black eyes without concealing his emotions. She was trembling with fear as she tugged at her heart. Thankfully, he did not continue to pester her about this matter. Instead, he lazily leaned back in his seat and extended his slender fingers to receive her mobile phone.

When his line of sight came in contact with the old-fashioned style, he frowned slightly and quickly found his picture. Mu Ran looked at his lips which were gradually curling up and could not help but turn his head to look out of the window awkwardly.

Cough cough — She admitted that secretly taking a picture of a man was indeed a disgraceful thing, but she was forced to do it. If she wasn't like that, how could the Mu family let her off?

Actually, she didn't know that even if she wasn't like this, Gu Mo City wouldn't allow the Mu Clan to destroy his plans. He wasn't from Lin Wen City, he had no weakness, and he was the most respected in his world.

"Not bad!"

Gu Mo Cheng gritted his teeth as he said this and tossed the phone to her. Then he started the car as if nothing had happened.

Actually, he wasn't interested in photos or not. He was just angry that this woman dared to scheme in front of him. What did she think Gu Mo City was?

Gu Mo City had never been looked down upon by a woman like this before!

Since he said he wanted to marry her, since she was his woman, then he would take care of everything. Why would she fight alone? How could he endure this!

"You, you're angry?"

Even though he said those words calmly, Mu Ran could still feel the displeasure radiating from his body.

She tilted her head slightly to look at him. He had long fingers, sharp joints, and he looked warm and dry.

When his eyes smiled, there was a deep scar at the end of his eyes. It always gave people a feeling of beaming with joy, and when he wasn't laughing, he was abnormally cold.

"No!"

These two words were filled with the smell of gunpowder.