The moment he replied to Li Mu's word "good", Wei Lan threw away his cell phone and hurriedly began to dress up. Li Mu wanted to pick him up in the community he made up last time, which means that he had to arrive earlier than him. If he accidentally bumped into him, it would be difficult to explain.

Fortunately, he was born with an impeccable face. Wei Lan simply took care of her hair, then put on a light lipstick and hurried out, stopped a car for rent at the door of the hotel, and headed straight for the Vanke Yujing Community last time.

Wei Lan was afraid that Li Mu would arrive earlier than him or just run into him, so she deliberately asked him to carry him at another door in the community. As soon as the driver stopped the car, Wei Lan was about to get off the car when he received a text message from Li Mu: "I'm here."

Wei Lan hurriedly withdrew his hand that was about to push the car door open and sent a text message to him: "Where are you? I'll go find you now."

Li Mu replied to the message: "It was the same car when you got off the car last time."

As soon as this message was sent, Li Mu sent another message to ask her: "Do you want to call your best friend? Is she free?"

Seeing that Li Mu said he was getting off the bus last time, Wei Lan breathed a sigh of relief, hurriedly pushed the door and got out of the bus and entered the community. While walking quickly, he replied: "My best friend works overtime in the unit and hasn't come back yet."

Li Mu, who was in the car, did not mean to call her best friend together, but he was polite. Seeing her reply like this, he didn't say anything. After replying ok, he waited for her to appear with peace of mind.

A few minutes later, Wei Lan's figure trotted all the way through the community gate. As soon as he got into the car, Wei Lan saw Li Mu's difference and subconsciously asked him: "Oh, why are you growing a beard?"

Li Mu reached out to touch the hard stubble and said with a smile: "I forgot to shave these days, and it's a bit unkempt."

Wei Lan smiled and said, "If you have a girl with you, you don't have a clitoris. Are you afraid that the girl will think you are so stubborn?"

"Ah?" Li Mu looked at Wei Lan with a confused look on his face. I wonder why she said that. Does she know what happened to her and Chen Wan?

But after thinking about it, Li Mu felt it was impossible. He was quite cautious about his affairs with Chen Wan. There should be no third person to know, and Wei Lan could not know.

Wei Lan realized at this time that he might have said something wrong and hurriedly said, "I'm kidding you, don't take it seriously."

Li Mu nodded without any doubt, smiled slightly, and said, "I decided to take a look at my beard for a while, so that it looks a little more mature."

Wei Lan said: "It's indeed much more mature than before."

Li Mu smiled and said, "It's good that way. If you go to the bar later, you won't be afraid of being recognized."

Wei Lan stared at Li Mu carefully and smiled and said, "Although it seems more mature and more masculine than before, I just want others to recognize you by relying on a little bit of stubble. Are you too naive? Now, who doesn't remember your face deeply?"

Li Mu shrugged: "Why don't we find a bar with more foreigners."

Wei Lan smiled helplessly, took out a glasses box from his handbag, took out a pair of narrow-framed glasses made of tortoiseshell material from it, and handed them to Li Mu and said, "Put it on and take a look."

Li Mu took the glasses and looked at them, and found that there seemed to be no degree, so he asked her: "A flat mirror?"

"Yes." Wei Lan nodded and said, "It is radiation-proof, worn occasionally, and sometimes it will be worn when you need to talk to your partners, pretending to behave."

Li Mu laughed, put on his glasses, pulled down the dressing glass above his head and looked at it. Not to mention, his temperament became different after putting on his glasses.

Before, Li Mu looked a little cool and handsome in his hairstyle and appearance, and a little young and unruly feeling. Now he has a little stubble and wearing glasses, he looks much more mature and restrained.

Wei Lan stared at Li Mu and saw a little dazzled. In fact, men's appearance is basically not much different when they are 20 to 30 years old. The real difference is the temperament and magnetic field they emit. Li Mu is like the young actors on the screen in later generations. Putting aside his acting skills, just put on a school uniform or a sea soul shirt and standing there, he is like a high school student, changing into a well-fitting suit, and immediately becomes a lot of mature workplace elites.

Now Li Mu looks like an elite person of twenty-seven or eight years old who has achieved some success in the workplace. Wei Lan even felt the illusion that the two of them were about the same.

Li Mu drove to a more famous bar area in Shenzhen Stock Exchange and found a dimly lit bar.

Because it was Friday, there were a lot of people in the bar and it was almost full. However, Li Mu and Wei Lan still found a very small round table in the corner.

The round table was just enough for two people to sit, so they sat opposite each other, greeted the waiter and ordered some drinks.

The bar is dim and Li Mu is wearing glasses and has a beard, so no one recognizes him. Li Mu also enjoys this hidden feeling of being undiscovered and is in a very good mood.

The only thing that reminded Li Mu was that Wang Yuanlang, a bodyguard sitting in front of the bar not far away, was sitting alone in front of the bar and ordered a glass of beer. Li Mu only saw a familiar face, and it seemed that both of them were not coming in outside.

Wei Lan asked Li Mu: "You have drunk, will it be okay to drive later?"

"Drink alcohol but don't drive." Li Mu replied subconsciously, then whispered: "There is a bodyguard following him, let him drive later."

Wei Lan suddenly realized, nodded, and smiled and said, "I forgot that you were protected by bodyguards 24 hours a day."

Li Mu shrugged and said jokingly: "There is no way, the key is that he is too rich..."

Wei Lan couldn't help but smile and said, "You are so straightforward."

Li Mu didn't know that the string was not right, so he subconsciously hummed: "Miss Southern, do you like the straightforwardness of northerners..."

Wei Lan widened her eyes and looked at Li Mu in amazement: "Your talent is already so great that you can improvise lyrics and compose music with your mouth..."

Only then did Li Mu realize that his mouth was about to cause trouble. This was not his improvisational creation, but the song "Southern Girl" that Zhao Lei was highly sought after in the folk song circle back then.

However, Li Mu couldn't explain in detail, so he could only say ambiguously: "Just humming and playing."

Wei Lan blinked her eyes and her eyes fell completely on Li Mu, saying, "Why do I sound very nice? Southern girl, do you like the straightforwardness of northerners, right?"

Li Mu smiled and nodded awkwardly.

Wei Lan carefully savored the lyrics and felt sweet in her heart. She always felt that Li Mu's "improvisational" sentence was sung for herself, because she was indeed a southern girl, but wasn't Li Mu from Nansu? He shouldn't be from Northern?

So Wei Lan asked Li Mu with a little shyness: "You are from Nansu, you should be from the south too, right?"

"No." Li Mu shook his head: "We are from northern Jiangsu. Do you know where the dividing line between the north and the south is?"

"I know, Huaihe and Qinling Mountains."

"By the way, we are pure northerners from the north of the Huai River."

"Haha!" Wei Lan smiled like a little girl, and then said with great anticipation: "Can you agree to a small request?"

Li Mu asked her: "What are the requirements?"

Wei Lan said: "You sing the lyrics of the previous line again!"

Li Mu was helpless, but he didn't refuse her, so he sang the lyrics again.

Wei Lan's heart was almost melted when she listened.

After singing one sentence, Wei Lan asked him again: "Is there another sentence?"

Li Mu smiled and said, "There is a previous sentence."

"Sing to me!"

Li Mu nodded and sang softly: "Miss Southern, are you used to the coolness of the north; Made in Southern, do you like the straightforwardness of the northerners..."

Wei Lan held her chin with her hands, and listened very engagingly. Although there were only two sentences, she still fell in love with this "song" in the shortest time. Perhaps this is far from being considered a song.

After Li Mu finished singing, Wei Lan said thoughtfully: "Actually, I am very used to the north, but the contradiction is that my body seems to be still accustomed to it for a while. During this period, Yanjing is very cold, the weather is dry, and the skin cannot adapt. After heating a few days ago, I can't stand it even more. Sometimes I wake up from thirst while sleeping, or have a dry nosebleed."

Li Mu said: "When you go back, buy a humidifier and put it in the house."

Wei Lan nodded: "Okay, I'll go buy one when I return to Yanjing."

As he said that, Wei Lan asked Li Mu again with anticipation: "Are there any other lyrics from the two lines you just now? Or will you continue to write them and write them in full?"

Li Mu thought for a while and said, "Let me say it if you have time."

Wei Lan knew that Li Mu was a well-known Muzi on the Internet and folk song circles. Not only did he sing well, but he also wrote the songs. In her opinion, the lyrics of the two lines just now were created for her by Li Mu. Naturally, she hoped that Li Mu could write this impromptu joke into a real song.

When Wei Lan thought of this, she couldn't help but say excitedly: "Can you promise me something more?"

"you say."

Wei Lan looked at Li Mu with anticipation and begged: "Can you take the time to finish writing this song?"

After saying this, Wei Lan blushed and added: "Just think it was written for me..."

Li Mu felt embarrassed. He didn't have the ability to write songs, but he had the ability to copy the article. He could sing and play this song "Southern Girl". He could sing a guitar and sing it in full now. But that was obviously a bit outrageous. So Li Mu said to her: "I'll buy a guitar tomorrow and take time to try writing it."

"That's great!" Wei Lan clapped her hands excitedly, looking at Li Mu's eyes, she looked like a fan.

Wei Lan was indeed particularly excited at this moment. She felt that if Li Mu wrote a song for her, she would definitely be dizzy happily, even if she just thought about it, she couldn't help but tremble all over.

At the same time, Wei Lan couldn't help but sigh in her heart that emotions are indeed a powerful tool to destroy IQ and maturity. Although she always felt that she was quite mature, at this moment, she inevitably became much younger for her feelings.

However, Wei Lan didn't care about this. Anyway, his performance at a young age will only be revealed in front of Li Mu alone, so why bother to care too much?
Chapter completed!