The car was parked in a parking lot on the street. Lan Mu wore a peaked cap and a mask to cover his face, but his height and figure still couldn't avoid the gazes of passers-by.

I was photographed all the way to the parking lot.

After getting in the car, Yan Zao fastened his seat belt and started the car. Lan Mu took out his wallet from his pocket, took out the only two hundred-yuan cash inside, and placed it in the hollow space of the car.

Don't speak either.

Yan Zao didn't realize what he was doing with the money, and asked curiously: "What does this mean?"

Lan Mu: "Gas fee."

With two words of indifference, he adjusted the backrest of the seat, lay down and closed his eyes.

The light in Yan Zao's eyes suddenly dimmed, and his hand on the steering wheel tightened.

Her heart felt like it was grabbed by a sharp claw, and it hurt. Her dignity was screaming, and she restrained herself from picking up the two hundred yuan and smashing it into Lan Mu's face.

Get out of the car, you scumbag!

She adjusted her mood and said, "Hehe," "It's a bit much, but I don't think it's too much."

Then he looked away from the man's handsome face and started the car.

He stepped on the accelerator fiercely, and the pink sports car engine roared out of the parking space, like a go-kart, and circled out of the parking lot.

She behaved herself only when she was on the road. When she reached the intersection and waited for the red light, she stopped the car and kept glancing at the passenger seat. The man still had his eyes closed and looked very tired.

Most outsiders only see their glamorous side on the court. They have never seen them training on the court every day to exercise their physical fitness. Even after they train to exhaustion and the sun rises the next day, they are still the same.

Especially since Lan Mu is the leader of the team, he not only has to train, but also has to worry about many things.

In Yan Zao's heart, he felt pity and distress for his disappointment.

When the red light turned green, she released the brake and tapped the accelerator, not wanting to wake up Lan Mu.

Suddenly, Lan Mu's cell phone on the central console rang. Yan Zao glanced at it instinctively. As soon as he saw the three words 'Yu Ye Sang' on the screen, Lan Mu reached out and picked up the phone.

He really fell asleep just now. He answered the phone sleepily and said 'hello'.

Yan Zao's heartache for him just now disappeared.

She was so mean and ridiculous that she was afraid of waking him up.

Yu Yesang woke him up with a phone call, and he had no temper at all. If it had been Zhou Sicheng or congratulating any of them, he would have answered the call with anger.

Lan Mu has a very serious problem with waking up. When he was woken up when he was a child, he would smash a lot of things when he was unhappy.

Yan Zao's foot unknowingly stepped on the accelerator, and the pink sports car passed a car on the city street, very eye-catching.

Everyone is guessing that the little wife of some domineering president is angry and the car is driving so fast.

"Um."

"I see."

Lan Mu and Yu Yesang's call ended with two simple sentences. He locked the screen and put the phone back into the central control.

Probably his drowsiness was wiped out by the phone, so he didn't continue to sleep.

Yan Zao glanced at him and saw that he was frowning, as if something was bothering him. What did Yu Yesang say on the phone?

Are you angry and calling him to get angry with him?

Yan Zao was thinking wildly, and the more he thought about it, the more uncomfortable he felt.

After organizing the conversation several times, he finally asked in a tentative tone, "Is Yu Ye Sang jealous?"

Lan Mu frowned and looked at Yan Zao, "Are you a gossip?"
Chapter completed!