"Okay! Go buy sanitary napkins for your girlfriend, I don't need you to send them! Also, what I said just now is all a lie to you! I am very happy, and Mu Beicheng is very good to me! In this life I I will never divorce him!"
Lu Feng stared at her deeply, and various emotions flashed in his eyes. In the end, he simply said, "Then I will bless you."
Lu Ying glared at him and turned away. Refusing to admit defeat, he raised his head and straightened his back.
Looking at that figure, Lu Feng didn't hold him back, he was silent for a moment, and then he walked into the supermarket behind him.
At night, I fell asleep to bed early, tossing and turning, and couldn't fall asleep. Thinking of Mo Xiaona, thinking of Mu Beicheng, I really can't figure out what can be hidden between them. Finally got up from the bed, changed clothes, and went out like this.
Mo Xiaoguo was standing downstairs, looking up at the apartment. A familiar place...
I haven't been here for two years. It seems that it is not different from two years ago.
She went upstairs, into the elevator, and everything was the same. Standing outside the door, she hesitated unexpectedly.
Tonight, come here by yourself... What is it? Will he misunderstand himself? It does not matter! The important thing is that I don't even know what I am here for. Is it really just to ask about him and Mo Xiaona? But, just ask Mo Xiaona!
still is…
Actually, it was just an excuse to see him.
I pressed the doorbell, but... Inside the door, there was no movement.
After pressing it twice, there was still no one.
he is not at home
Mo Xiaoguo was a little disappointed, but the more disappointed, the less he wanted to leave like this. Squatting down, leaning on the door panel, waiting, waiting...
The night is deep.
Mu Beicheng was still in the office, the phone rang, and when he saw the flashing number on it, he was taken aback for a moment.
Without hesitation, stick the phone to your ear.
Across the radio wave, her voice rang at that end, "Mu Beicheng, it's me..."
"... I know." After a pause, he asked, "Why call so late? Your voice doesn't sound very good."
"I'm at your door. Are you not at home?" She has been squatting for two hours.
When Mu Beicheng heard this, his heart tightened suddenly, "Which one?"
Could it be...
"It's not the old house, but the apartment side." Mo Xiaoguo only thought that the other house he was talking about was an old house.
Mu Beicheng breathed a sigh of relief. He didn't even care about closing the documents. After grabbing the key, he strode out of the office, "Give me more than ten minutes, and I'll come right now!"
Knowing that it is a poppy, as long as you touch it, you will become addicted, you will sink, and you will not be able to extricate yourself.
Knowing that he can't fall, maybe there is an abyss, a cliff, but as long as he encounters the word'Mo Xiaoguo', he can't control himself.
Fly at the same speed and rush directly to the apartment.
Stride into the building and go upstairs. Stepping out of the elevator, not too far away, I saw her squatting there.
Outside the door, there was only a dim light shining on her. She looked thin and fragile as a whole, and when she heard the movement, she suddenly raised her head from between her arms. When he saw him, a smile appeared on his little face.
That smile dissipated all the depression and haze in Mu Beicheng's heart. He even felt that the exhausted body at this moment was filled with vitality, and the life that he once felt hopeless was also pierced, and a ray of sunshine penetrated.
Mu Beicheng strode over. She was going to straighten up, but after squatting for too long, even her legs were numb. When she got up, she almost fell. Mu Beicheng's long arm swept her waist.
"How long have you squatted?" He frowned, looking at her a little angrily.
Leaning on his chest, listening to his heartbeat, she felt an indescribable satisfaction. It turns out that some people can do nothing, say nothing, and fill your heart with ease.
"Not long." She lowered her head and rubbed her knees.
Mu Beicheng held her steady in one hand, and opened the door with the key in the other. In the next instant, under her astonishment, he immediately hugged her up.
Opening his eyes wide, looking at his jaw, feeling the strength of his arms, Mo Xiaoguo's heart floated. He didn't even struggle for a moment, just let him hold him intoxicated. He put her on the sofa and straightened up, "Would you like to drink some water?"
"Oh, good." Mo Xiaoguo nodded, looking at the whole house.
It was the same as it was two years ago, even if it hasn't changed at all. Until now, she can even clearly remember the scene of studying on the sofa by herself. I still remember how he worked in the study.
After Mu Beicheng poured the water out, she was seeing God. He put the water in front of her, like her, looked around and said: "I don't live here often."
Mo Xiaoguo looked back at him, "Have you moved?"
Standing behind her, propped on the sofa with one arm, said, "No."
"Then where do you live?"
"In the company's lounge." Mu Beicheng replied casually.
"Why?" Mo Xiaoguo was surprised. No matter how good the company’s lounge is, it is not as comfortable as at home! She also couldn't think of why she didn't go home for two years.
Mu Beicheng looked at her deeply, "In fact, it's nothing. It's just that you lived here before, I may have been used to it. Suddenly you are no longer here... I always feel a little horrible deserted when I come back."
He spoke lightly, but his tone became darker and darker. Mo Xiaoguo's heart trembled when she heard her, and her hand clenched the cup subconsciously.
In the past two years... How did he come here
Looking at the empty house and then looking at him, she suddenly felt that in fact, this man might be as lonely as herself in these two years.
"By the way, are you looking for me so late?" Mu Beicheng asked.
Mo Xiaoguo was silent for a moment, put down the water in his hand, turned half sideways, put his elbows on the sofa, facing him, "I... saw you and Mo Xiaona together today."
Mu Beicheng was taken aback, his eyes floating.
After a while, he nodded: "... Yes. We are in the cafe downstairs of the company."
"What did you talk about?" Mo Xiaoguo asked directly.
He pursed his lips and said nothing. His eyes met her, dull and dull. Mo Xiaoguo was shocked by what he saw, bit her lip, and said, "Can't I know?"
"... No." He didn't know how to speak. The last words of Mo Xiaona kept circling in his mind. He couldn't even imagine the consequences of telling her everything.
She will hate herself! Will!
"You don't want to tell me?"
"Trust me, I don't want to hide it from you!" I really don't want to!
Seeing his tightness, Mo Xiaoguo suddenly smiled, "Actually, I believe you and Mo Xiaona. No matter what you are talking about, I believe it won't hurt me."
Listening to her, Mu Beicheng was suddenly speechless. She was right, Mo Xiaona just didn't want her to be injured, so she came to him.
He didn't want to hurt her either... He thought, he must be the least willing to hurt her in the world!
If he could, he even wanted to hide it from her for a lifetime...
At this moment, Mu Beicheng's cell phone rang suddenly. He looked at the number displayed on the screen, and his face was dark.
"I'm going to listen to a call, you first sit alone for a while." Mu Beicheng and Mo Xiaoguo said.
"Okay." Mo Xiaoguo nodded and didn't think much. Then, Mu Beicheng held the phone and walked into the study.
She sat on the sofa in a daze and looked at his back. Is it my own illusion? I always feel... Not only do they have something to hide from themselves, but after coming back this time, he always looks preoccupied.
He seems to be having a very unhappy life!
This thought came out of my heart, and I suddenly felt sad.
If she stays here, will he get better
Mu Beicheng walked into the study room before putting his mobile phone to his ear.
"Mom, it's late, why do you call this time?"
"Where are you?" Yu Lan asked.
"What?" Mu Beicheng was cautiously unwilling to answer. He thought that this apartment belonged to him and Mo Xiaoguo alone, and he didn't want anyone to bother him.
"Did you not go home again? I just called Xiaoying, and she said you didn't go back."
Mu Beicheng sneered, "With her character, shouldn't I tell you that I am asleep?"
"You are still in the mood to say such cold words! Beicheng, you go back now! I tell you, you are a man anyway, and you should take the responsibility of being a husband when you get married. You are now cold and violent, you..."
"Mom, how far do you want to control my life? You are my mother, not Lu Ying's mother. Have you ever stood on my side and thought for me whether your son will live the past two years? Happy! Is this woman your son really likes the woman you marry home! Is it true that I have lived a life of walking corpses in this life, and you don't care at all?"
Mu Beicheng's words made Yu Lan silent for a moment. After a while, I burst into tears. Hearing that cry, Mu Beicheng couldn't bear it, but he would never compromise.
"Beicheng, Mom is not heartless. Mom knows you are unhappy, but... Feelings can be cultivated, right? You don't even want to try, how can you develop feelings with her?"
Mu Beicheng took a deep breath, "Then you and Dad, have you cultivated a relationship for so many years?"
"Then what do you want? Is it because you have spent your entire life and you don't plan to give me a grandson?" Yu Lan was anxious.
"I will divorce!"
"Di... marriage? This... aren't you crossing the river to demolish the bridge?"
"If you still want your grandson, don't stop me anymore."
Mu Beicheng put down such a word, and hung up the phone. Then, Shen Bu came out of the study.
When I came out, the hall was unusually quiet. Looking up, she was actually curled up on the sofa and fell asleep. He stood there, looking at her quietly, a soft smile blooming on his face.
For a long time, I haven't felt so satisfied and peaceful in my heart like this moment. As if a long-term and helpless heart, finally leaned on the other shore.
He cautiously slowed down and walked towards her.
She was wearing a light blue dress and curled up quietly on the large sofa. Sleeping face is quiet, like an innocent child, and like an angel who accidentally fell into the world.
His angel is back... back to him...
Sit down gently against the top of her head, lowering his eyes, staring at her deeply.
Soft light, even light breathing. This picture reminded him of two years ago. Although they were separated by a river in their hearts at that time, at least... they were still so close to each other...
They live like young couples.
I miss him so much, so miss...
Obviously he was afraid of waking her up-if she wakes up, he can't find a reason to keep her, even if there is more and more reluctance in his heart...-but he still can't help but stretched out his hand and stroked her warm little face.
He didn't know how this girl broke into his life. Perhaps that day eight years ago was fate. But this is how she came...