Their First Kiss

  It's finally time to go back.

  Walking up to the gate of Mo Jia's white villa, Mu Jue was already standing by the door of that sleek Ferrari.

  "Miss, get in the car!"

  Still with a cold expression, as if still angry.

  Qian Wei Xi gave him a glance, silently scolding him as a petty ghost in her heart, and quickly got into the car.

  Ferrari speeding down a wide road.

  Two people sat in the car, but neither of them spoke.

  Qian Wei Zixiao turned her head to look out the window, thinking that she would never care about that stinky iceberg again.

  The car is going very fast.

  Because she was annoyed, Qian Ye opened the car window. The night wind suddenly rushed in, and it was a bit cold.

  "Miss, close the window."

  The silent Mu Jue suddenly spoke up, breaking the silence that had lasted for a long time.

  Qian Wei turned her head in surprise, but still pouted: "Why should I close it? I want to blow the wind."

  Murphy let out a helpless sigh. The car was going so fast and yet he was still blowing cold wind, having just fainted during the day, it would be strange if he didn't catch a cold on the way back.

  "Close it, or you'll get sick." Seeing that she didn't respond, he said another sentence, but his expression remained icy.

  Qian Yanxi actually felt cold, but as soon as she saw Mu Jue's indifferent expression when speaking, the scene of him making her lose face at Mojia immediately appeared in her mind, so she simply held her breath and endured it to the end.

  "Stinky ice block, stop pretending! I won't turn it off, I want to blow wind tonight. Remember, I'm your master, and I'll do whatever I want!"

  As she said this, cold wind was blowing into the car nonstop, and Qian Ruoxi couldn't help but shiver.

  "Miss, please don't make a joke out of your own body."

  However, a woman was getting angry and her tone became more arrogant: "I'm just joking, what can you do to me?"

  "I am your butler, I have a duty to be responsible for your body!" Mu Jue Bing's face turned black with anger.

  "Huh? What's wrong with the steward? When did it become his turn to give orders... Hmm..."

  The words behind Qian Yao's back were blocked by a pair of lips that suddenly appeared.