Young Master's Love Trap

Chapter 82 Don't Follow Me Anymore (3)

Children nowadays are really scary.

"Well." Yu Yuanyuan thought, whichever school that person is in, that's the school she wants to go to.

"That's fine." Mu Sheng patted her on the head, "You're still young, going out to learn something will help you in the future."

It can also divert attention.

When the words came to his lips, he still didn't say it, Mu Sheng felt that it was better to forget it, and he also needed to have a detailed discussion with Xia Zihao.

But when he thought of that ancestor, his head hurt again.

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"Yuanyuan, are you sure you don't want your mother to accompany you?"

"No need." Yu Yuanyuan shook her head.

Early this morning, Yu's mother came excitedly and told her that the master had agreed to let her go to school, but she would go to that school with Xia Zihao.

But Yu's mother tactfully refused, she knew that her daughter definitely didn't want to go to that school.

It's just... If it's far away, it's hard to explain to the young master.

So, she found out that there is also a school near that school, but that school is not well-known.

Mother Yu helped Yu Yuanyuan straighten the sleeves of her clothes, looking a little guilty.

"Yuanyuan, I'm sorry, mom's current ability can only let you go to this kind of school..."

The voice was interrupted.

"It's okay, I understand."

Mother Yu smiled and stopped talking.This daughter has been well-behaved and sensible since she was a child, but there is vicissitudes in her eyes, which shouldn't be what a girl of this age should have.

She is sorry for her.

"Okay, I'll go to school first, bye." Yu Yuanyuan picked up the new schoolbag her mother had prepared for her and walked out the door.

Mother Yu urged from behind, "Come back early."

Yu Yuanyuan got on the bus with ease, and it was a bit early to go out today. There was no one on the bus, and the seats were empty everywhere.

She put in the coin, stood still and watched, her heart skipped a beat.

She stared at a place without daring to blink, as if it was her hallucination.

In the last row of seats in the car, near the window in the corner, there was a person leaning against the back of the chair, with his head drooping obliquely, his eyes dozing, and the hair on his forehead kept jumping with the wind.

(End of this chapter)