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Otherwise, if she was unlucky today, not to mention not being able to rent it out, but even meeting this repulsive second generation, when she saw his amorous expression, she would feel disgusted!

"What, aren't you coming up?" Mu Zikun's charming voice sounded lazy, but it carried a bit of uselessness.

"Yo, it's already 7: 40." He deliberately looked down at his watch and called out softly.

What, 7: 40? Ang Yi's expression changed. Damn it! If she didn't leave now, she would be late for the 8 o'clock meeting. The editor had repeatedly told her to attend the meeting in time!

She suddenly looked up and met her nervous eyes. Mu Zikun slightly raised his eyebrows and opened the car door for her with a smile.

Ang Yi didn't sit in the passenger seat, instead, she opened the other door and sat in the backseat. This was truly annoying. She tugged at her backpack and even wished that she could sit by his side. This second generation's child was truly dreaming!

She wouldn't be fooled by such a retarded flirting trick.

Mu Zikun curled his lips helplessly, while a faint smile soon surfaced in his eyes.

Ang Yi gave her address and Mu Zikun quickly drove to his destination.

Ang Yi was surprised that he was so good at driving. She suppressed the astonishment in her heart and hurriedly opened the car door. However, her sleeve was hooked by a slender and bony finger.

"I say, beautiful Yi." At some point, Mu Zikun had turned around. He leaned on the back seat with one hand lazily hooked onto Ang Yi's sleeve, looking at her seductively with his peach blossom.

Yi was the pseudonym for her comics and was praised by many fans as being friendly and easy to remember. However, now that it was out of his mouth, Ang Yi felt an indescribable awkwardness.

"What's wrong?" She glanced at his hand, which was holding her sleeve, and frowned.

"I said, I've already sent you over. In return, how about you become my girlfriend? "Hmm?" The last word was' En ', and it had a very high ending.

Ang Yi didn't want to be like her, so she mercilessly pulled back her sleeves and said, "No way!"

She threw down a few cold words and rushed to the company's main entrance with her head held high and her chest puffed out.

Mu Zikun retracted his slender and elegant fingers and looked at her direction. His black eyes slightly narrowed and revealed a bewitching luster.

"..."

The sun was setting in the west, and the sunset glow was as beautiful as silk.

Ang Yi walked alone along the street. Despite being bathed in the beautiful sunlight, she did not feel happy at all.

Ever since last week's morning meeting, when the editor praised her greatly and gave her a special assistant, during this week, especially these two days, she did not have any thoughts of comics!

What would she do if the editor gave her such a high plan?

In the midst of his worries, a string of loud car horns sounded. The repeated sounds forced her to raise her head.

"Hey, we meet again."

Ang Yi wished that she hadn't raised her head. Mu Zikun was that cold-blooded bastard again!

His handsome and exquisite face was bathed in the golden red sunset. Taking advantage of the gorgeous and gentle sunlight, he was even more exquisite to the point that he looked like a dream. The laziness and charm that overflowed from his face made one's heart beat even faster.

For a moment, Ang Yi also couldn't help but be taken aback, but then she instantly recovered her composure and walked forward with a cold expression on her face.

The sports car followed her slowly.

The man inside the car didn't seem to notice her indifference. He smiled shamelessly as before, "What, you're not going to take the car this time?"

Ang Yi ignored him.

"Yo, why don't you just ignore me when you're not in a hurry to work. Miss Ang really has the makings of a teacher."

Knowing that he was trying to provoke her, Ang Yi gritted her teeth and continued ignoring him.

"Miss Ang doesn't seem happy. Well, she's probably worried about her work. Let me see, how that phrase goes — no, no, it's all done! "Miss Ang, are you done for by Jiang Lang?"

Before he could finish his sentence, Ang Yi suddenly stopped in her tracks, turned around, and glared at him. "Shut up!"

Phew, it really pissed her off. She gritted her teeth and panted as she stared at Mu Zikun. It was unknown if her delicate face was red from the sunlight or from anger.

Mu Zikun's heart was shocked by the glassy eyes that fiercely glared at him. In a blink of an eye, he regained his indifferent expression.