However, Mu Ze seemed to know nothing about it, he didn't mention it at all, but talked to him about the candy.
"That's not ordinary sugar." Muze wiped his hands slowly, and he folded the square scarf stained with water droplets, and stuffed it back into his pocket.
Mu Ran felt angry when he heard what he said.
What is not ordinary sugar?
Doesn't ordinary candy refer to extremely unpalatable candy, as if chewing a plastic bag of candy?
Mu Ran stared at him with reddened eyes, with a fierce look on his face.
Mu Ze looked at him with a smile, still with that gentle appearance: "The candy contains Chinese medicine ingredients, which are good for the throat."
The words that Mu Ran was about to refute were blocked in his throat.
He slowly calmed down, and touched his throat with some hesitation.
Indeed, just when I was angry, I didn't notice that the fatigue in my throat had dissipated a lot.
This sugar so useful?
Mu Ran looked at him suspiciously.
The most important thing for those who learn to sing is to protect their voice.
There are also many throat-protecting and throat-soothing medicines on the market.
Of course he knows a lot, but he has never seen this kind of medicine that works so fast and has a somewhat outrageous packaging.
Mu Ze smiled slightly and answered him: "Only I have this medicine."
Mu Ran looked at him in surprise.
Mu Ze said this with ease, but it contained a lot of things.
Not to mention why he is the only one who has such medicine
Just why he dared to tell him that is questionable.
Could it be that he trusts himself so much?
Mu Ran's eyes lit up slightly, and his eyes drifted to the little white dog who was sleeping late on one side.
Could it be that the malice of a lover is worth it?
"Okay." The sound of Mu Ze's leather shoes stomping lightly on the floor, "This is the end of today's lesson. Tomorrow, I will continue to teach you."
Looking at his back as he left gracefully, Mu Ran's face was full of strangeness.
I'm afraid there is not even an hour of class time, right?
Just leave now?
When Mu Ze said to leave, he really left.
The walk is crisp and neat, without muddling.
As soon as he left, the housekeeper walked in.
He was delighted, with a little excitement: "Master, Mr. Mu Ze has left."
Mu Ran raised his chin slightly, with a sullen face, and nodded arrogantly, vividly portraying the image of the mighty second-generation ancestor.
The butler was no longer surprised by his young master's convulsions.
He coughed twice, and made a suggestion: "Master, since you have accepted Mr. Mu Ze's instruction. Look do you want to think about going to school?"
Mu Ran's eyebrows moved slightly.
The original owner was an arrogant young master who was ignored by everyone.
Since no one is looked down upon, let alone go to school.
Taking it for granted, Mu Ran snorted coldly, and responded: "No."
The butler was not flustered, and his reaction seemed to be expected.
The housekeeper narrowed his eyes into a slit, and with a loving smile, he threw the bait at Mu Ran: "Master, this time, the school arranged for you by the master has Mr. Mu Ze as a teacher."
Mu Ran paused slightly and hesitated.
The butler struck while the iron was hot, and leaned forward: "Master, don't you want to know the difference between Mr. Mu Ze teaching other students and teaching you?"
Mu Ran frowned slightly, feeling that these words were a bit strange. (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com