C9 The Most Expensive Umbrella

Lan Lingwan felt the man next to her pressing his coat on her head again and immediately found that half of his body was wet.

Under his cover, she felt like a quail.

Lan Lingwan secretly mourned in her heart for the most expensive umbrella she had ever used.

Qian Xianyue looked at the figure of Mu Jincheng and Lan Lingwan who came together. The umbrella in her hand could not help but tighten and her eyes slightly red as she looked at the two of them, "Mr Mu..."

When she heard that Mu Jincheng called Lan Lingwan to the office on the ninth floor, she hurriedly came out with an umbrella. She did not expect to see this scene.

Lan Lingwan heard the sound and looked up at Mu Jincheng, who was holding the clothes and blocking their heads. She happened to meet Mu Jincheng's line of sight.

In Qian Xianyue's eyes, this was a scene where both of them were in love. No! She could not allow Mu Jincheng to leave her, she would not allow it!

Qian Xianyue looked at the umbrella in her hand and then looked at Lan Lingwan. Walking in front of the two of them, she smiled and said, "Mr Mu, you look like you will lose everything. Without Xianyue, are you planning to die from the rain?" As she spoke, she went forward to push Lan Lingwan into the rain and looked at her apologetically. "Sorry, I didn't know you were there, so I didn't prepare it for you."

The corner of Lan Lingwan's mouth twitched a few times.

"Use this umbrella. The supermarket is right in front of you. Qiu Ziye went to buy the umbrella." After saying that, she lifted the umbrella and handed it to Lan Lingwan before running towards the supermarket.

Qian Xianyue was so angry that she gritted her teeth and stomped hard on the ground with her high heels. She almost broke her high heels and saw Lan Lingwan looking at her. She grabbed her umbrella and said, "What are you looking at? This umbrella is for Mr Mu, not for you..."

"Xianyue, what are you doing!" Mu Jincheng rushed over. It turned out that he happened to run into his assistant, Qiu Ziye, who had just bought the umbrella.

He was a little worried about Lan Lingwan, so he held the umbrella and returned.

He draped the clothes over Lan Lingwan's body, opened the umbrella, and covered Lan Lingwan's head.

"No need, Director Mu. We will reach the dormitory in front of us. I can walk by myself."

Lan Lingwan took off her coat and gave it to Mu Jincheng. She took a step back and ran into the rain. She did not want to owe this man, nor did she want to offend Qian Xianyue.

Qian Xianyue and Mu Jincheng were people of the same world, and that world had nothing to do with her. Meeting Mu Jincheng was a big problem, and she was most afraid of getting into trouble.

Lan Lingwan only wanted to graduate smoothly in the highest institute designed by clothing. She did not want to mess up her plans for someone who suddenly appeared in her world.

Moreover, she did not have much interaction with this man, and she would not have any interactions with him in the future.

From afar, Lan Lingwan heard Qian Xianyue shouting from behind, "Mr Mu, come back, Mu Jincheng."

Lan Lingwan knew that this trouble was far from over.

Qian Xianyue's entire body was trembling. The umbrella in her hand was firmly held in her hand. If this umbrella was Lan Lingwan, Qian Xianyue would not hesitate to break it.

Mr Mu, ever since her father promised her to discuss marriage with the Mu family, it could only belong to her, Qian Xianyue. No one could touch it.

Qian Xianyue exceptionally calmly made a call and said, "Dad, I want Lan Lingwan to be removed from the St. Martin Academy. I want her to not be able to live in the clothing industry! Otherwise, just wait for the corpse to be collected for me."

"Wan, you got rained? Quickly wipe your hair." Soong Xiaolin looked at her good sister who was drenched in the rain and handed over the towel with concern.

"Mu Jincheng is too unreasonable. It's raining so heavily that he doesn't even know to give our great designer Lan an umbrella."

Lan Lingwan smiled bitterly and said, "It's raining so suddenly. Where can we find an umbrella? I will go take a shower first. "

She did not know where to start the farce just now, so she just swallowed it down to avoid making Xiaolin worry.

For some reason, the side face of Mu Jincheng suddenly appeared in Lan Lingwan's mind. He supported her in the rain, but in the end, she was still drenched by the rain...

One of them was like the stars in the sky, and the other was like an ant under the ground. If they tried to force their way in, only she would be turned into ashes. It would not affect Mu Jincheng at all.

Next time, it was better to stay away from that man.

Lan Lingwan thought and secretly made up her mind.