Because of the bowl of noodles in the morning, Mu Zi was more than an hour late.

She has good grades, studies hard, and is an excellent student in the eyes of the teachers, so the teachers did not question her.

It was only in the afternoon that Mu Zi began to have a low-grade fever.

I don't know if it was infected by Bai Wei, or if the cold wind blew on the river embankment yesterday caused typhoid fever.

She went to the school infirmary, got some fever medicine from the school doctor, and insisted on finishing the afternoon class.

The last class in the afternoon was self-study, Jiang Zhinuan and Zhuang Jia were worried about her, and asked her to go home first, and if she didn't attend self-study class, she wouldn't be considered absent.

Mu Zi touched her forehead, feeling that the temperature not only did not go down much, but became hotter, she nodded grossly, packed her schoolbag and went home.

When she walked to the school gate, she suddenly remembered that the driver at home would not come to pick her up until after school.

At present, there are still twenty minutes before the end of school, whether it is long or not, whether it is short or not, Mu Zi hesitates whether to wait for the driver to come, or take a taxi home by herself.

At this moment, a young man stepped down from a car parked on the side of the road in front of him.

This person actually knew her, walked straight over, and said respectfully: "Miss Mu, my young master invites you to dinner, and I want to talk to you about a few words." ”

Mu Zi had a low-grade fever, and he looked sober, but in fact, his brain had begun to be a little confused.

She subconsciously thought that it was Mu Zening who came to entangle again, because it was inconvenient to talk at home, so she made an appointment outside.

Okay, good things to say, let's talk to him one last time.

Mu Zi sat in the car.

The car drove for a while, but Mu Zi faintly felt that something was wrong. Mu Zening wants to talk to her, why don't you just go to her directly? Why send another man to preach?

"Who is your young master?" Mu Zi asked the man sitting in front.

The man smiled and replied, "My young master's surname is Gu." ”

Oh...... It turned out to be Gu Shao......

Mu Zi's head was dizzy and her thoughts were chaotic.

She thought about it for a while, but still felt that something was wrong.

If Gu Liang asked him out, why didn't he ask Tong Guan to call her in advance to ask if she was free, but he had to wait at the school gate? He knew her phone number.

Moreover, the car is not right.

The car sent by Gu Liang to pick up and drop off must be a luxury car, how could it be so ordinary?

Mu Zi was originally very shrewd, but now her mind is dizzy and uncomfortable, she thinks about it, she feels that something is wrong, but she can't think of a reason.

Out of the instinct of self-preservation, she reached into her schoolbag, quietly took out the gun in the schoolbag, and pinned the gun to her waist under the cover of her coat.

Recently, it has been cold in spring, and the coat she wears is very thick, and there is a gun hidden inside, which cannot be seen from the outside at all.

After doing this, Mu Zi kept looking out the car window, trying to write down the route of the car.

However, the other party didn't seem to be afraid of being known by her, and there was no movement along the way.

The car drove to the door of a hotel, and the man asked Mu Zi to get out of the car, still with a respectful attitude.

Mu Zi was even more suspicious, thinking, could it be that he guessed wrong? Is it really Gu Shao who invited her?

With this puzzle, Mu Zi followed the man into the hotel and came to the door of a room.

The man smiled and said, "My young master is inside, Miss Mu, please." ”

Mu Zi raised his eyes and saw a strange glimmer flashing in his eyes, which was the pleasure and excitement that the conspiracy was about to succeed.

- It's not easy.

Mu Zi's heart sank.

For the time being, she couldn't figure out who was going to deal with her, and what was the purpose of bringing her here.

However, the gun on her waist gave her confidence, and if she had a seizure now, she might not be able to know the conspiracy behind it.

Mu Zi silently pressed the gun on her waist and reached out to open the door-

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