"Auntie?" Liu Chengzi called out to Yan Zhenli, who was absent-minded, and asked her, "Is it difficult?"
Embarrassment... It's not an embarrassment, but after Yan Zhenli wants to understand, she always feels like what's going on? The half of the sorrow just now also dissipated a lot in time.
"Chengzi, why don't you like Nanfeng very much?" Yan Zhenli asked her instead of answering her question.
"Yeah!" Liu Chengzi was simple and nodded her head, she didn't care that the person in front of her was Mu Nanfeng's real mother, and said directly: "He doesn't seem to have a good temper, and every time he makes Chengcheng go crazy. , as if it could be put on hold for a few days.”
When Liu Chengzi used the word "lost soul", Yan Zhenli listened with inexplicable joy. She felt that Chinese culture is really broad and profound, and she can understand a lot of meaning in just four words.
"I'm lost, Chengzi, what you said is very good." Yan Zhenli praised.
Liu Chengzi has never experienced love, let alone unforgettable. Today, Yan Zhenli's reaction, and it was not until she experienced it many years later that she suddenly understood why Yan Zhenli at that time seemed to be overjoyed when she heard the words "desperate".
At that time, at that time, she had already fallen in love with Lan Mo, and she could not extricate herself from it. She lost her soul all day long. At that time, every time she saw herself in the mirror, she felt that those lonely expressions seemed familiar, and then she thought about it carefully. It was only when she remembered that when she first met Gu Chengcheng, she was like this.
On the same day, Yan Zhenli did not explain to Liu Chengzi why she said what she described well, Liu Chengzi returned to the "Jiangnan" club in confusion, Gu Chengcheng was already waiting for her.
At the corner of the silent hallway, Gu Chengcheng couldn't even allow Liu Chengzi to change his clothes, so he was impatient, and as soon as he grabbed it, he asked her, "What did Yan Zhenli tell you? Is there something important to look for early in the morning? you?"
What Yan Zhenli said to Liu Chengzi was not a big deal, but if those words of advice were told to Gu Chengcheng word for word, Gu Chengcheng would think that Yan Zhenli was buying Liu Chengzi, so it was absolutely inappropriate.
"Hmm... It's nothing special. She knew that the two of us were friends, so she invited me to have breakfast and told me to take good care of you and help you at work."
The strength of the hands that were holding Liu Chengzi gradually loosened, and then slender fingers slipped from Liu Chengzi's clothes. Gu Chengcheng believed these words, and she gradually lowered her head after hearing this, unable to see what was on her face. What is the expression.
After Liu Chengzi talked to Yan Zhenli this time, to tell the truth, her attitude towards Yan Zhenli has changed a lot. Such a gentle and honest woman is sincere in every word. When she talks about Gu Chengcheng, there is no emotion or sigh. Like a fake, Liu Chengzi was willing to believe her, so she added at the end: "Chengcheng, in fact, I think that Yan Zhenli, she cares about you a lot, if you really want to say it's a show, it's not necessary, right? Anyway, you take it again. If she can't get the evidence, why should she try so hard to make you believe her?"
What Liu Chengzi said... It's not unreasonable. Gu Chengcheng never dared to think about such speculation, but how could she believe that it was just such a coincidence.
"Chengzi, I know you're saying this for my own good, but what should I do? Just think I won't cry until I see the coffin."
Having said that, it was obvious what Gu Chengcheng had in mind, Liu Chengzi didn't expect to be able to convince her in one go, and smiled: "It's alright, just like you said, the truth will always come out. ."
"Yeah." Nodding lightly, the broken hair in front of Gu Chengcheng's forehead was picked up by the cool wind blowing in the corridor. .
In a twinkling of an eye, it was mid-September, and the days passed by. Gu Chengcheng was rarely peaceful recently. She was very satisfied with her current life, and the Mu family on the other end.
Since Yan Zhenli talked with Liu Chengzi that day, her feelings for Mu Nanfeng became more and more important. She talked to Mu Haifan, Mu Haifan didn't want to care about the juniors, but Yan Zhenli was a woman, and her heart was not as good. Mu Haifan was so wide, so she found Mu Nanfeng again.
That night, just as Mu Nanfeng was returning to the old house, Yan Zhenli heard the sound of the car and went out to look, and immediately said to Aunt Zhou, "The pigeon soup doesn't need to be put into the heat preservation bucket, Nanfeng is back."
"Hey." Aunt Zhou listened and turned to clear the table.
Yan Zhenli is a picky eater. Even if there are only Mu Haifan and Yan Zhenli in the Mu family, Aunt Zhou also cooks a lot of dishes. So today, Mu Nanfeng came back without saying hello. What's more, Yan Zhenli originally planned to take some soup to Lushui Lily to have a look after the meal.
Mu Nanfeng hadn't tasted Aunt Zhou's craftsmanship for a few days. He drank a bowl of pigeon soup as soon as he sat down. He ate it attentively without raising his head, but something seemed to be relieved in his eyebrows.
"Nanfeng..." Another bowl of soup was handed to him. Yan Zhenli looked at the gossip and said with bad intentions, "Have you been to the Jiangnan Club recently?"
When Yan Zhenli said these words, Mu Nanfeng was holding a plate of sautéed Hang eggplants. Aunt Zhou failed to make this dish today. She put a drop of hot oil on her hands when she put the sugar, so she put too much , and later, because he washed his hands with cold water, even the heat was over, but from what Yan Zhenli said, Mu Nanfeng didn't even lift his head when eating chopsticks together.
"Is this dish delicious?" Yan Zhenli asked suspiciously.
Mu Nanfeng didn't put his heart on eating at all, so Yan Zhenli asked what he asked, nodding and saying, "Not bad, Aunt Zhou has improved her cooking skills again."
This compliment was so discordant that even Mu Haifan, who had been eating quietly without hearing anything outside the window, lifted his eyelids, then twitched the corners of his mouth and glanced at Yan Zhenli.
The meaning of that glance was too deep, Yan Zhenli choked on her own saliva, tilted her head and coughed twice: "Eat more, eat more."
The dining table was quiet again, except for the occasional sound of the spoon colliding with the bone china cup and saucer. As for the "Jiangnan" club, Yan Zhenli didn't mention it at the end of the meal.