Like a fried rabbit.

Mu Juanchen had such an inappropriate thought in his mind. He felt that the ponytail was shaking and gave him a headache. Seeing the girl trying to run away, his fingers unconsciously clenched the kite tightly. His knuckles turned white and he said coldly: "Stop."<

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Ruan Youan really wanted to run away, but she was reluctant to leave the kite. In addition, this person threatened her. She stood in a dilemma for a moment, her eyes stopped on the kite, hesitated, and carefully tested: "You are mine.

...Hatfans?"

"Black fans?"

Mu Junchen's side face melted into the light and shadow, and half of it fell into the shadow under the sycamore tree. The lines were sharp and clear, the skin was extremely white, and the lip color was extremely bright, which created a strange sense of bewitchment. He opened his mouth in a serious tone, chewing on these two

Words.

"Aren't you?" Seeing that Mu Juanchen didn't answer for a while, Ruan You'an breathed a small sigh of relief and felt a little happy on her brows. She said, "You have such a face with such a face, why should you just debut as an idol?"

Mu Juanchen's cold fingertips slowly caressed the edges of the kite. He felt that the word "black powder" was a little ridiculous. His eyes kept falling on Ruan You'an, and he never moved away, revealing a sharp aggressiveness.

Such eyes were too dark, as if they could easily cut flesh and blood to the bone. Ruan Youan always felt that this person looked at her in a strange way, but she couldn't explain it.

But she didn't do anything. She just dropped a kite and didn't hit the man on purpose. Ruan You'an felt that she was really wronged, as if she didn't know how to stare at people, so Ruan You'an also stared.

Him.

Their eyes met for a moment, and the atmosphere was subtle. Mu Junchen suddenly laughed. Even his smile looked like he was angry, which was confusing.

Ruan Youan lost her memory.

She forgot about him.

Mu Juanchen realized this very clearly. He stared at the girl's clear and bright almond eyes, which were so clean that he could see them all at a glance. They were completely different from him. He tightened his fingertips on the wheelchair for a moment.

"Yes." He spoke softly and his voice was low. It was hard to tell whether it was indifference or sarcasm: "I am your fan."

At that moment, Ruan You'an didn't know whether it was because of a mental disorder or something, but he stared at the person in front of him and asked seriously: "Can I ask you a question?"

Mu Juanchen narrowed his eyes and said nothing.

"Are you gangsters committing crimes as a group, or are you acting alone?" Ruan You'an looked around, got closer to the man, leaned over nervously, and deliberately lowered his voice, adding a bit of solemn suspicion to the atmosphere, "

Do you have any plans for me next time?"

"..."

What makes her a negative fan?

She was a little close, and Mu Juanchen could even see her eyelashes clearly, and her skin was white and delicate. The next second, Mu Juanchen pushed her away mercilessly, and said in a thin and cold voice: "Sorry, we are just like black fans.

Don’t sell information.”

When Ruan You'an got closer, she smelled a nice light fragrance on the man's body, which was refreshing and slightly cold, like a handful of fresh snow. She was pushed away before she could even study what the smell was, so she could only give it up for now.

After thinking about it for a while, he proposed a compromise and said sincerely: "I can spend money to buy it, do you think it's okay?"

Mu Juanchen's face was expressionless.

"You're not a porcelain person, are you?" Ruan You'an glanced at him suspiciously, and a guess slowly emerged in his mind. The more he thought about it, the more likely it was, and he frowned and accused, "You are not professional at all, a dissenter."

Mu Juanchen nodded slowly, with an incomprehensible tone: "Should I touch porcelain?"

"I don't have any money for you to touch porcelain. I am very poor."

His tone actually sounded a little proud.

Mu Juanchen hummed, his face expressionless: "I'll just touch porcelain."

Ruan Youan stared at him, a little convinced that this person was really a black fan, and felt that these words were mocking her, so she mocked him back.

"Are you a little princess?"

The man is sitting in a wheelchair, with a stern and delicate appearance and a thin figure. The shirt always makes people feel thin when he wears it, like the moon in the night sky. If it weren't for those legs, he would be very elegant.

When he heard those words, he didn't react at all. His long eyelashes cast shadows, and his eyes were dark, as sharp as gold and jade, and he looked at her.

Ruan You'an stood much taller than Mu Juanchen when she stood like this. She glanced at the man's legs uncomfortably. She didn't say anything too harsh, right?

After hesitating for a few seconds, the girl simply squatted down, leaned against the tree, looked at Mu Juanchen with her face in her hands, and felt the need to change the subject. Thinking of the smell she just smelled on him, she couldn't help but ask: "What is that on you?"

Fragrant? It smells pretty good."

As soon as the words fell, the face of the person who had been unresponsive suddenly turned gloomy for some reason. The anger in the corners of his eyes and brows was a bit scary. His long fingers were clasped on the wheelchair and the color was dark white. He called out in a medium voice: "Lu Jiu."

Lu Jiu was standing not far away watching the show. When he heard his employer's voice, he quickly packed up the melon seeds and came over.

"Let's go." Mu Juanchen uttered a single word without giving Ruan Youan a look from beginning to end.

Okay, with that look on his face, you can tell at a glance that the two of them are not on good terms.

Lu Jiu was used to it. He nodded to Ruan Youan with a smile, and then numbly pushed the wheelchair out.

Ruan Youan: "..."

Conscience, she just wants to know what brand it is!

She didn’t say anything bad!

"Why are you like this?" Ruan You'an couldn't believe it, "Can you tell me some truth!"

Mu Juanchen sarcastically said in a hoarse voice: "What are you talking about with the anti-fans?"

"..." Yes, it makes sense.

It wasn't until Lu Jiu pushed the man away that Ruan Youan thought of something. She looked down at the remaining lines in her hand. Where was her kite?!!

Health Pot was almost furious, and Youyuan blew a cool breeze in her ears: "Stop kiting, it's so hard to meet, and I didn't even get my contact information, what should I do in the future!"

"You asked me to save the anti-fans, why don't you let me save the world?" Ruan You'an frowned and was depressed.

Health Pot cheered her up: "Being a pot requires self-awareness. Don't be afraid. Go forward boldly and break into the enemy to dismantle the black fans!"

"..."

When I woke up, not only did I lose my memory, I also had to bear the debt of black fans.

Poor little guy, his life is so hard.

At nine o'clock in the evening, Ruan Youan wrote in her diary. She thought for several seconds and wrote one stroke at a time in the notebook——

I met a thief today and stole my kite.

He is my biggest fan.

He probably wanted to take this opportunity to retaliate against me.

Ruan You'an snorted and thought again. A stern face flashed before his eyes. He hesitated for a long time and finally added a sentence.

The thief looks a bit good-looking.

"Ruan You'an, aren't you childish? You write such a diary of a primary school student." Wu Nai had just returned from buying wontons when he saw the girl biting the cap of her pen and concentrating on writing something. He glanced at it and only saw the top

That line: July 12, Monday, sunny.

This format is really... quite orthodox, Wu Nai couldn't help but speak.

Ruan You'an was so frightened that she subconsciously closed the book and hit Wu Nai with a slap. She was very angry: "What's wrong with being childish! How can you peek at other people's diaries!"
Chapter completed!