As soon as Mu Yanzhu reached the third floor, she saw Chu Xiangchen squatting at the door of his house, soaked all over.
Chu Xiangchen held a box of hot milk in his arms, his wet black hair sticking to his forehead, dripping with water.
"Why are you here?"
"Sister, give-"
It's the new milk flavor.
Last time she thought the milk was too sweet, but this time he changed it to a new flavor with just the right sweetness.
Mu Yanzhu pursed her lips and stared at him condescendingly, "Isn't it delivered in the morning?"
"The weather forecast says there will be heavy rain tomorrow. I'm afraid I won't be able to make it in the morning. My sister is holding-"
"come in."
Mu Yanzhu had already taken the key and opened the door.
"Why?"
Chu Xiangchen, who had never expected to be treated like this, waved his hands in shock and turned red.
"I-I didn't want to take advantage of you."
"You're soaked, how can I feel so good? Come in, you can change into clean clothes before leaving."
Then Chu Xiangchen walked in.
This was his first time coming to Mu Yanzhu's home.
I changed my shoes at the entrance and looked around curiously.
It has a very warm design and decoration, and the furnishings are in order, but there are very few furniture, no cute dolls for girls, and not many small decorations. It gives off more of a cold and lonely atmosphere.
Mu Yanzhu entered the bedroom, took out a pair of clean men's clothes and a clean towel from the closet, and handed them to Chu Xiangchen.
"You go take a shower and change into something."
"How come there are men's clothes in my sister's house?"
"I always imagined that he might live in it."
who is he
Knowing everything.
Anyway, it’s not him, Chu Xiangchen.
Chu Xiangchen's heart tightened, and he silently took the clothes and towel and walked to the bathroom inside.
Half an hour later, he had taken a shower and changed his clothes. Mu Yanzhu handed him another umbrella.
"If it's still raining outside, remember to hold an umbrella."
She walked him to the door. The latter lowered his head, his long eyelashes covered his eyes, and his thin shoulders drooped, like an abandoned child.
Mu Yanzhu is about to close—
A strong embrace hugged her tightly.
Chu Xiangchen's tears fell and hit her neck.
"I know you like him very much, but I also like you very much. What should I do to stop liking my sister so much? Sister, tell me, what should I do?!"
"You have so many fans, if you pick one at random, they are all people who love you."
"I don't love those who love me. I only love you now."
"I'm sorry, I don't love you." Mu Yanzhu sighed.
"Yes! You don't love me. You are fine everywhere, but you just don't love me..."
Before Mu Yanzhu pushed him away, Chu Xiangchen had already let go of his hand.
He always lowered his head, not wanting Mu Yanzhu to see his red eyes. This was his stubbornness and pride.
Mu Yanzhu's eyes were sour, thinking that Jiang He was like this three years ago. She would never see him crying, but it made her feel that he was really sad.
"Let's go, it's getting dark."
"…Um."
Chu Xiangchen lowered his head and walked away.
When he reached the corner, he quietly looked back with a hint of anticipation.
But all he saw was the closed door.
It turns out that people who don't love you will never stare at your back.
The feeling of love is like eating coptis.
He was choked with bitterness.
…
The next day is Sunday and the magazine is closed.
It turned out that the weather forecasts were inaccurate, there was no heavy rain, only sunshine.
Mu Yanzhu went back to the magazine office alone and worked all morning. She had dinner alone at noon and planned to go shopping.
Through the exquisite display window, she saw a silver-white long skirt, bright and soft, with a graceful and elegant design, a suspender style, and it felt very silky and soft to the touch.
Mu Yanzhu couldn't put it down and was about to ask the price when a woman spoke before her, "Waiter, how much does this dress cost?"
"Miss, this skirt costs 28,000 yuan."
As he spoke, the waiter looked at Mu Yanzhu again, feeling confused, "Two ladies, we have only one piece of clothing in our store. Which of you wants it?"
The woman pretended to look at Mu Yanzhu suddenly.
"You came first, right? Do you want this dress? It's twenty-eight thousand."
"I don't want it anymore, you want it."
"Okay, thank you then."
The woman looks beautiful, has exquisite makeup, and shiny nails. She raises her little hand to tuck the broken hair on her forehead behind her ears. There is a quiet arrogance in the corners of her eyes and eyebrows.
Mu Yanzhu turned around and wanted to leave.
Sure enough, she still failed to live up to her father's expectations.
How many times had her father told her, Yanzhu, you are very beautiful. Next time something like this happens, if you also like this skirt, just tell her, I also like this skirt, and I don’t want to give it to you.
You can't let go of things you like, Yanzhu, do you understand
She always thought that when she grew up and had money, she would be confident and she would definitely fight for her own rights.
Never thought that giving in would become a habit.
No matter how rich she is, no matter how high she is, she has been accustomed to admiring those beautiful things through the window, instead of fighting for them to become her own.
The only rare treasure she has in this life is: the boy named Jiang He.
"Wife."
The clear voice above her head interrupted her thoughts perfectly.
Jiang Qingchi, who appeared out of nowhere, naturally held her waist and walked forward in a stride.
The light and shadow are charming, his movements are graceful and full of confidence.
Mu Yanzhu heard him say to the woman:
"I'm sorry, my wife liked this dress first, so I bought it."
"But—your wife just gave me this skirt."
"How much does this skirt cost?" Jiang Qingchi looked directly at the waiter.
The waiter was so fascinated by this peerless face that he couldn't help but replied: "Twenty-eight thousand."
"I'll pay thirty-eight thousand, okay?"
"..." The woman was speechless for a moment.
The waiter was even speechless.
She only serves rich people.
If both parties have money, then it depends on who is richer.
…
After walking out of the mall, Mu Yanzhu breathed a sigh of relief. Why did he appear here
"I'll transfer thirty-eight thousand to you."
"You have deleted my WeChat account, how can I transfer it?"
"I didn't delete it this time."
"Oh~ so it wasn't deleted," Jiang Qingchi smiled half-heartedly and handed her the skirt in his hand, "You look better in it than she does, really."
"Thank you, Mr. Xiao Jiang, for your compliment."
"You don't have to pay me back the money."
"No, I have to pay you back."
He is stubborn and she is also stubborn. This is a matter of principle.
She can no longer spend her ex-boyfriend's money.
Jiang Qingchi pursed his lips, opened his pocket with one hand, and stared at her with lowered eyes. He saw that she was wearing moon-white long sleeves today. The sleeves were half rolled up, revealing a small part of her slender wrist like a bright moon.
She once said to him one night, the river, the moon is not white, the moon is light blue.
She also said, Jiang He, you look good in Yuebai, and you look good in anything you wear.
When it's sweet, it's really sweet.
Be ruthless, and be really ruthless.
Thinking like this, Jiang Qingchi frowned slightly, "Thirty-eight thousand, I don't want it, just answer me a question."
"What?"
"Why did you take that kid in last night?"
Hearing this, Mu Yanzhu also frowned, "Are you following me?"
"I happened to see it. Answer me."
"What does it have to do with you? It's really low to follow this kind of behavior."
"Okay, then I'm just following you. I don't care what happened to you last night. Can you never let a man enter your home alone in the future? What kind of creature do you think a man is? He's innocent on the surface, but can you guess what's going on in his heart?"
"Of course I can't figure it out."
Mu Yanzhu said with a cold face.
"If I could guess a man's mind, I would never have been with you in the first place."
"you-"
Jiang Qingchi's wrinkled brows relaxed, the corners of his mouth were slightly pulled, and a wry smile appeared on his lips.
"I admit, I was very immature three years ago. I had a childish temper. When we quarreled, I always talked about my youth. I thought I could coax you a few words. I told you I love you every day, and you just You will always obey me, but I am too self-righteous."
He said every word.
"What you need is respect and recognition."
"Three years ago, I only knew how to give you love and protection. I thought that was the best love for you. I was wrong."
"I also tried to forget you, but I couldn't."
"if."
"If I propose to you now, will you agree to it?"
What overlaps with his sentence is the sentence "Jianghe, do you want to talk about the love you have received?"
They were very happy that day. If it weren't for his lack of age, she would have been his Mrs. Jiang.
However, by mistake, three years later, she is no longer the lonely and courageous girl she was back then.
"Now, no."
"Why?"
"…Scared."
"good."
Jiang Qingchi nodded, "I will make you not afraid."
After he finished speaking, he left.
Mu Yanzhu kept staring at his back.
He has really changed.
The boy who used to pester her every moment has now learned to leave just right.
He knows what to say and what not to say.
He also knew when to come and when to leave, leaving her alone.
These were just right, simply terrifying, like a raging tide that enveloped her heart, leaving her unable to find an exit, and she even had to surrender when her brain got hot.
When his back disappeared from her sight, Mu Yanzhu's tears flowed down.
Lao She once said that before there was no rouge, a girl’s face would only be red for her sweetheart.
But Grandpa Lao She didn't say that the girl's tears were only shed for her sweetheart.
…
Mondays are always the busiest, and Mu Yanzhu is the editor-in-chief, so he is even busier.
Copying, typesetting, adding editions, and meeting with publishers and contractors for detailed discussions are enough to make you tired.
Today she wore the 38,000-yuan dress with a light green shawl over it. Her short hair was slightly longer, but it still couldn't cover her slender neck and delicate collarbones.
A twenty-seven-year-old woman has been polished by the years to be calm and composed. Just standing there, she has a sense of tranquility that has passed over the years. People just want to watch from a distance and don't want to come forward because they don't want to destroy her lonely and elegant beauty. beauty.
In the afternoon, I met with a publisher. Mu Yanzhu went with an employee.
The other party was an old cunning guy. Ever since he saw Mu Yanzhu, his eyes had been squinting at her.
When talking to Mu Yanzhu, his hand involuntarily placed on her shoulder. Mu Yanzhu calmly took a half step back and smiled back. He did not break the relationship with the other party, but also opened the distance between the two parties.
When the old pervert saw her resisting, he didn't do anything to her anymore.
After leaving the publishing house, employee Xiao Liu couldn't help but complain, "Editor-in-Chief, you should find a man!"
"Why?"
"Of course a man can protect you!"
Mu Yanzhu smiled faintly, "I can still protect myself without a man. In the situation just now, it's not strange to see many people. I can handle it on my own a long time ago."
"Hmph, that damn old man just wants to take advantage of the beautiful woman. I'm angry just looking at him!"
“…”
Mu Yanzhu's expression did not change. She lowered her head and flipped through the magazine in her hand. Her voice was also calm and she said, "There is nothing to be angry about. Call Xiao Wang quickly and ask him to draw the illustration quickly and hand it in tonight."
"Oh... ok editor-in-chief."
Xiao Liu pursed his lips. The editor-in-chief was really calm. Sure enough, women who can sit in high positions have different psychological qualities.
***
Night falls.
When Mu Yanzhu returned to the apartment, it was already half past seven in the evening.
She hadn't eaten dinner yet, so she simply bit into half of a roasted sweet potato on the way to fill her stomach.
The light and shadow in the corridor slowly refracted, falling on her door and the person standing at the door.
He is 185cm tall, wearing moon-white casual clothes, with eyebrows like new leaves, eyes closed, and the outline of his facial features illuminated by the solitary lamp above his head, revealing a strong sense of heroism.
Men are polished by time.
The more polished, the more flavorful it becomes.
Mu Yanzhu subconsciously slowed down her steps.
The moment he walked across from Jiang Qingchi, he suddenly opened his eyes.
The chess piece's black eyes were shining with a scorching light.
Mu Yanzhu: "Why are you here again?"
"This is my first time waiting at your door."
"so what?"
"I have been waiting for you."
Jiang Qingchi's expression was calm, but the light in his eyes suddenly appeared, flickering.
Mu Yanzhu smelled the aroma of wine on his body.
"you-"
"Yeah. I drank."
"Drunk?"
"No."
"...Maybe a little." He added to himself.
Mu Yanzhu:
Jiang Qingchi just stared at her.
"Maybe I'm a little drunk."
"young married woman."
boom.
The last call was a floodgate that almost destroyed her in an instant.
Mu Yanzhu took advantage of her legs to weaken and turned her face away.
"If you're drunk, go back and rest early!"
"I have something I want to tell you, so come here and wait. I will leave after I finish speaking."
"What words?"
He held her face and pressed it against hers.
Three years later, he kissed her carefully, with his eyes closed, serious and moved, and his long eyelashes brushed Mu Yanzhu's eyelids.
Leaving her lips, a slender hand brushed her cheek and touched her ear.
He gently pinched the tips of her little ears.
Then he leaned over and spoke three words in her cochlea with a magnetic voice:
"I love you."
After that, he really left.
…
Came a long way.
Waiting in silence.
Just to say these few words.
I love you.
…
Mu Yanzhu's legs and body became weak.
Fortunately, there was a wall, allowing her to lean against it for a while.
…
(End of chapter)