Chapter 489: Who is going to deal with her

Because of the bowl of noodles in the morning, Mu Zi was late for more than an hour.
She has good grades and studies very hard. She is the top student in the eyes of the teachers, so the teacher did not ask her.
Only in the afternoon, Mu Zi started to have a low fever.
I don't know if it was infected by Bai Wei, or the typhoid fever was caused by the cold wind on the riverbank yesterday.
She went to the school infirmary, asked the school doctor to get some anti-fever medicine, 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. If the self-study class is not attended, it will not be considered absenteeism.
Mu Zi touched her forehead. Not only did she feel that the temperature hadn't receded much, but it was getting hotter. She nodded groggyly, packed her schoolbag and went home.
When I walked to the school gate, I suddenly remembered that the driver at home would not pick her up until school hours.
At present, there are still twenty minutes before school is over, saying that it is not long or short, Mu Zi hesitated whether to wait for the driver to come, or take a taxi home by himself.
At this time, a young man walked down from a car parked on the side of the road ahead.
This person actually knew her, walked straight over, and said respectfully: "Miss Mu, my young master invites you to dinner. I have a few words to talk to you."
Mu Zi had a low-grade fever, and he looked sober, but in fact his mind was a little confused.
She subconsciously thought that it was Mu Zening who came to pester again, because it was not convenient to talk at home, so she made an appointment outside.
Anyway, good things and bad things, let's talk to him at the end.
Mu Zi got into the car.
After driving the car for a while, Mu Zi faintly felt that something was wrong. Mu Zening wants to talk to her, can't you just talk to her? Why bother to send someone to spread the word?
"Who is your young master?" Mu Zi asked the man sitting in front.
The man smiled and replied, "My young master's name is Gu."
Oh... So it was Gu Shao...
Mu Zi's head was dizzy and his thoughts were chaotic.
She thought for a while, but still felt something was wrong.
If Gu Liang made an appointment with him, why not ask Tong Guan to call in advance to ask if she is free, but wait at the school gate? He clearly knows her phone number.
Moreover, the car is wrong.
The car Gu Liang sent 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 she is dizzy and uncomfortable. She thinks about it and thinks that something is wrong, but she can't think of why.
Out of self-preservation instinct, she reached into the schoolbag and quietly took out the gun from the schoolbag, and then pinned the gun to her waist by the cover of her coat.
Recently it was cold, and the coat she was wearing was very thick, with a gun hidden inside, which was not visible from the outside.
After doing this, Mu Zi kept looking out the car window, trying to record the route the car was driving.
But the other party didn't seem to be afraid of being known by her, and there was no change along the way.
When the car drove to the door of a hotel, the man asked Mu Zi to get off, still respectful.
Mu Zi was even more suspicious, thinking, did he guess wrong? Did Gu Shao really invite her?
With this incomprehension, 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 gleam of light flashing under his eyes, which was the delight and excitement that the conspiracy was about to succeed.
This thing is really not easy.
Mu Zi's heart sank.
For the time being, she still can't think of who is going to deal with her, and what is the purpose of bringing her here.
However, the gun at the waist gave her confidence, and if it happened now, she might not know the conspiracy behind it.
Mu Zi calmly pressed the gun at his waist, stretched out his hand to open the door