An Mu lay on the bed and waited for two minutes before replying.

Mr. Nan Guo: I want you.

An Mu's cheeks turned red all at once.

Doesn't this man understand what implicitness is?

Pursing her lips, An Mu coughed, not knowing what to call back, so she held her phone and fell asleep.

When I woke up the next day, I realized that I didn't reply to the private message on Weibo. I knocked on my head at the moment. I don't know if I let the other side's pigeons like this, his petty little will eat himself!

But when I clicked on Weibo, he found that after half an hour, he sent another message.

Mr. Nan Guo: You are not allowed to change your Weibo name.

An Mu:...Is he really the roundworm in his stomach?

However, given that she did something wrong, An Mu could only obediently not change her name.

She got up and put makeup on herself, then picked up An Mu's mobile phone number and found that there were more than 30 missed calls on it, all of them were Feng Ziqian.

There were also a few text messages, roughly asking why she didn't show up in the coffee shop.

An Mu prepared breakfast for herself, sat on the sofa in the living room, called him back, the phone rang and was answered.

"An Mu, where did you die? You dare not answer my call! And what happened to you yesterday? Why didn't you come to the cafe? You..."

An Mu directly pressed the hang up button.

Just hung up, the phone rang again.

She answered and asked, "An Mu, is that you?"

"it's me."

"You dare to hang up my phone! You..."

An Mu continued to press the hang up button.

This time, the phone rang after a while.

Feng Ziqian resigned a little, "Can we talk about it?"

"Yes." An Mu said, her lips twitched slightly, "But if you have always had this attitude, I don't think we have much to say."

I could feel Feng Ziqian suppressing his temper strongly, "Okay, then we are at nine o'clock this morning..."

"See you at XX Cafe at two in the afternoon."

An Mu knew that for Feng Ziqian this paper tiger, she had to control the initiative.

Sure enough, she has a strong attitude, and the other party is weak, "That's OK."

Just after hanging up the phone, the door suddenly rang.

An Mu was taken aback, walked to the door and opened the door, only to find that the person standing outside turned out to be... Tang Jing?

An Mu's pupils dilated, shocked to the extreme.

Tang Jing had a stinky expression on his face, and he was still pretentious, "Don't let me go in and sit down? That's how my aunt taught you how to treat guests?"

As soon as these words came out, An Mu felt that he had found the true feeling.

This is Tang Jing!

Although his tone was stern and poisonous, his bright and joyful eyes could not hide from others.

Turning to his side, An Mu smiled and said, "Mr. Tang, please!"

Tang Jing's brows condensed, and as he walked into the room, he said, "What are you calling me?"

An Mu's eyes narrowed, but the words were aggrieved: "You said last time, don't call your brother!"

Tang Jing had a look, a little embarrassed on his cheeks, walked into the room and looked around, "You have been living here all these years?"

An Mu shook his head, trying to relax her expression, "No, I'm not in college now, I don't want to crowd the dormitory with them, so I move by myself..."

Before he finished speaking, the man in front of him suddenly turned around, stretched out his hand, and hugged her directly into his arms.

An Mu's words stopped in his mouth.