Fang Mu rode his bike to the cafe and pushed the door open. It was still deserted inside, and Chen Meimei was scrubbing the cup at the bar.

"Where is Sister Lan?" Fang Mu asked casually after entering the bar.

"She went out with her friends." Chen Meimei said while working.

I guess he went out with Zhao Hui. Fang Mu thought to himself but didn't say it out loud. He didn't talk much about other people's affairs. Although he didn't have any good feelings for Zhao Hui. He walked straight to the corner of the bar and turned on the computer to prepare to write.

There are not many customers in the cafe. Perhaps the coffee that costs 8 yuan per cup seems a bit luxurious, so the guests ordered Nestle Instant Coffee, but no one even drank freshly ground. Fang Mu was happy to concentrate on typing on the computer.

Time passed quickly and it was already half past ten, and it was time to close. Miao Lan still didn't come back. Fang Mu helped Chen Meimei close the door before riding his bike to drive towards his home.

There were few pedestrians on the street, and the dim street lights made the night quieter. Fang Mu turned the intersection and saw a woman wearing a beige windbreaker slowly walking towards her, her steps were a little unstable, as if she had drunk wine. Fang Mu rode in front of him and saw clearly that it was Miao Lan.

"Sister Lan, are you okay?" Fang Mu stopped the bicycle and asked.

Miao Lan raised her head slightly and looked at it, her eyes were blurred. Zhan Yan smiled: "It's Fang Mu, sister is fine, you go home quickly and avoid parents thinking about it." After saying that, she waved her hand and walked forward without expecting that her steps were unstable and she almost fell to the ground.

Fang Mu frowned, and the strong smell of alcohol came from Miao Lan's body. It seemed that she had drunk a lot of alcohol. It was late at night that a single woman was not safe, so she said, "Sister Lan, take you back to the cafe after my car."

After saying that, Fang Mu grabbed Miao Lan's arm, Miao Lan struggled for a moment and then obeyed. There was a drunk living person behind her, and Fang Mu didn't have the opportunity to ride a bike and had to push the car back to the cafe.

Fang Mu helped Miao Lan to the second floor from the side door of the cafe. After Miao Lan barely opened the door, she found the switch and turned on the light and entered the living room.

This is a one-bedroom house. Although the living room is small, it is very exquisitely decorated. A large bookshelf next to the wall looks very eye-catching. There is a pot of orchids on the flower stand next to it, which is green and green.

Miao Lan struggled into her bedroom, fell on the bed and seemed to fall asleep again. The night at the end of October was already a little cold. Fang Mu was worried that Miao Lan would catch a cold when she just slept in the bed, so she had to help her take off her black boots, then took off the quilt and covered her with it. Just as she was about to leave, she suddenly heard Miao Lan moaning, "Water...water..."

Alas, the good man had to go to the kitchen, but he didn't expect that the thermos was empty, so he had to plug in the kettle and boil it.

Looking at Miao Lan in the bedroom, she was fine for the time being. Fang Mu was bored and walked to the living room. She walked to the huge bookshelf. There were magazines and books neatly placed on it. There were stock trading. Fang Mu was naturally not interested in these so-called stock trading of bricks. What he said was fart. Everything depends on actual combat. Otherwise, bricks would not make a fortune in the stock market?

Fang Mu casually took out a magazine, which was a somewhat yellowed English version of the British popular culture magazine "The Face". The cover was a man in British style, well-dressed, and was a popular yuppie in that era.

Fang Mu looked through a few pages and was talking about the yuppie style of food, clothing, housing and transportation, wearing "high-end gray", drinking red wine, reading "ELLE" magazine, and reading MBA... He was a little feminine and childish, and he was not interested in it, and it was even more exciting if he didn't watch the Beatles with hippie style.

The other books were either fashion magazines that were popular in the 1990s or books with a petty bourgeois mood like "The Forest of Norway". Fang Mu was a little surprised that he actually saw the brand new "Walden" here and pulled it out.

Fang Mu opened the page and looked at the familiar words that were once familiar. Fang Mu seemed to have a smile on his face like a flower: "Mu Tou, how great it is to live in Walden, just build a small house, made of your wood hee..."

Unfortunately, that is always just a dream...

The memories of the previous life were like movie clips that had already appeared in Fang Mu's mind. He couldn't help but sigh. Now she was going to school in that bustling metropolis without worry.

Fang Mu does not want to regain his previous relationship after returning from rebirth. He will not go on a lifetime in this life, nor will he look like "him" in the previous life. Will there be a feeling between the two of them in the previous life?

Fang Mu didn't know that since this was the case, it seemed that it was not so urgent or important to see each other. Anyway, there was only time in my youth. Thinking of this, Fang Mu was not confused about these things, put the book back, and when he returned to the kitchen, he saw that the water had already started, poured a glass of water and used a few empty glasses to cool it back and forth. Finally, he felt that the water temperature was almost the same, so he took the water cup into the bedroom.

"Sister Lan, get up and drink water." Fang Mu said softly at the head of the bed.

Miao Lan was lying on her side, perhaps because of drinking, her hair, which was like a peach blossom waterfall, was scattered casually on the pillow, revealing a different kind of beauty, which made Fang Mu's heart beat a little faster. At this moment, Miao Lan turned over and lay down the quilt covered by her body. She subconsciously pulled the purple low-neck sweater inside the windbreaker and wanted to pull it down again. She immediately revealed a touch of whiteness.

The towering chest fluctuated slightly with his breathing, and the whiteness and warmth were clearly visible. This made Fang Mu, who had a sixteen-year-old young body, feel a temptation to commit a crime. His breathing became rapid and he looked straight at Miao Lan on the bed and felt his desire rising.

"Stop!" Just before the remaining reason disappeared, Fang Mu bit his tongue hard, and the severe pain made him wake up. He didn't want to be a juvenile offender just two days after he was reborn.

"Sister Lan, Sister Lan..." Fang Mu calmed down his breathing and made a little louder.

Miao Lan heard Fang Mu's scream this time, opened her eyes slightly and remembered it. She struggled twice and fell on the bed. Fang Mu had to help her get up and half-lived her to pick up the water cup and gently feed her water.

The warmth and softness of his arms made Fang Mu's body once again unable to control the heat. He tried hard to restrain his body, and his body stiffened for the past few minutes made him feel like he was living like a year.

After finally waiting for Miao Lan to finish drinking the water, Fang Mu quickly put her down and covered her with a quilt. When he saw that he fell asleep again, he felt relieved. After thinking about it, he poured a glass of water in the kitchen, gently placed it on the bedside table, turned off the lights in the room and left the house.

Just as Fang Mu pushed the door out gently, Miao Lan in the bedroom opened her eyes slightly and looked at the sly smile on Fang Mu's blurred back.

Although she was drunk, she was not as drunk as she was drunk. Seeing Fang Mu wanted to send her home, she just played a small trick and was not really asleep while lying on the bed. The boy's rapid breathing just now, and even his slightly stretched out hand made her feel a little nervous. Her originally loose body began to tense. As long as Fang Mu dared to touch her, she would kick the man's vital parts without hesitation. She had practiced the woman's self-defense technique specifically in college.

Miao Lan was not very cautious at first for this young man who looked more elegant and only sixteen years old. After all, she was still a child. However, at the bar last night, Miao Lan saw the look of her body from Fang Mu's eyes. It was not the curiosity and shyness of the sixteen-year-old boy about the opposite sex, but the boldness of a mature man looking at women. Although there was no other meaning in blatant, this way of appreciation had already surprised her a little. Today, she was just taking the opportunity to test it. If she did have any idea of ​​ill-thinking, Miao Lan would never keep him.

Fortunately, nothing happened. The young man was considerate and thoughtful.
Chapter completed!