In the ancient bedroom, there was only a small lamp on the bedside. Zhang Moyan was half-lying on the pillow, touching the screen of his phone with his fingertips. He turned the page of the novel he was reading and felt more and more boring.
The author of the plot actually procrastinated and wrote more than a dozen chapters, with obvious signs of water injection. After reading it for a long time, nothing impressive was left in my mind.
She exited the novel APP, and the lock screen showed that it was three o'clock in the morning, and Xiao Xingyu had not come back yet.
At 10 o'clock, he said he would go out for a walk, but he didn't expect that he would be gone for four or five hours. Zhang Moyan left a message for him, but received a simple reply saying that something happened and asked her to sleep first. There was inconvenience in the words.
The meaning of the speech was unknown, so Zhang Moyan did not ask any further questions.
An hour ago, some lights suddenly came on in the front yard, and then vague voices were heard. The whole atmosphere seemed to indicate that something had happened.
But no one came to tell her what she was going to do. The matter probably had nothing to do with her. With her character, she would not take the initiative to inquire about anything, so she kept waiting in bed for Xiao Xingyu to come back.
Stuffing the phone under the pillow, Zhang Moyan heard the sound of footsteps on the stairs. He lifted the thin quilt and got out of bed. Before he had taken a few steps, the door was pushed open.
"Xingyu..." Zhang Moyan didn't know if it was his imagination, but Xiao Xingyu's state seemed to be a little bit wrong. There was a faint trace of tiredness in his whole body, and his eyes were drooped.
Zhang Moyan held his arm and asked gently: "What happened?"
Xiao Xingyu looked at him absentmindedly without answering, like a child who was bullied. He suddenly leaned forward and hugged her slowly, and the half-closed door closed gently behind him.
Lying silently on his shoulder for a moment, Zhang Moyan stepped away slightly and wanted to look up at his expression, but he pressed his head against his chest with his big hand.
"It seems a little noisy outside, should we go take a look?"
"No need," Xiao Xingyu buried his head in her hair, "You don't have to worry about it, I just came from there."
"...What's wrong?" Zhang Moyan put his hands on his back and hugged him: "Tell me about it."
Xiao Xingyu continued to remain silent for a while before speaking out: "Mu Mu is the murderer... The person who took Grandpa's notes, the person who harmed Lin Yin, is Mu Mu."
Zhang Moyan was stunned for a moment, very surprised, but this surprise was far less than Xiao Xingyu's depression that made her want to pay attention. She could feel that the fact that Mu Mu was the murderer had brought some huge damage to Xiao Xingyu
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Not knowing what to say to comfort Xiao Xingyu, Zhang Moyan put her arms around his back and patted him twice, hugging him tighter. With this hug, Xiao Xingyu suddenly felt his strength release, and all his weight was gone.
Pressing on him, Zhang Moyan couldn't help but take a few steps back, and the two of them lay directly on the bed in this position.
Zhang Moyan groaned and carefully held his right hand to make sure it wouldn't be damaged.
In the private space between the two of them, Xiao Xingyu's dark eyes met hers. After a moment of silence, he asked: "Mo Yan, can I research azure glaze in this life?"
His tone was very calm and the question was very simple, but it was very sudden and very solemn.
Zhang Moyan's body and mind were occupied by Xiao Xingyu's aura, and her heart was filled with pain because of his unconfident question. Xiao Xingyu didn't want to say more. She didn't know what happened tonight, but she believed
What happened tonight must have a very significant impact.
"I don't know if you can figure it out," Zhang Moyan looked down at Xiao Xingyu intently, raising her hand to gently push away the broken hair blocking his eyebrows, and raised her gentle lips, "But I know, if
If you can’t study it, others certainly won’t be able to study it either.”
The lamp beside the bed was dim, and the afterglow of the setting sun reflected on Zhang Moyan's cheek.
Xiao Xingyu's Adam's apple rolled slightly, his eyes stayed on her face for a long time, and his heart suddenly felt like a bowl of hot soup had been poured out. It was so warm that the chill he brought back from outside was suddenly wiped out by Zhang Moyan's words.
Retreat.
Zhang Moyan held his extremely handsome face and confessed: "No matter when the time comes, I will always support you."
Xiao Xingyu's eyes suddenly regained their brightness. He condensed, sighed slightly, lowered his head and kissed Zhang Moyan's pink lips: "Moyan, I'm so lucky to meet you!"
Zhang Moyan blushed in embarrassment, this sentence should be her line, right! Compared with an outstanding person like Xiao Xingyu, she is really too ordinary, they can date, she often
Ask yourself if you are dreaming.
"Mo Yan, why did grandpa look for you before?" Xiao Xingyu asked suddenly.
Just as Zhang Moyan was about to open his mouth, Xiao Xingyu couldn't avoid emphasizing: "Tell me the truth, Mu Mu said that grandpa stayed up all night in the study after talking to you."
"Really?" Zhang Moyan was very surprised. It was so serious after not sleeping all night?
Recalling a little, she said truthfully: "Mr. Xiao said that I was very similar to his deceased brother, in terms of personalities! He showed me a lot of photos of that gentleman and told me some past events. That day, I really felt that Mr. Xiao
My husband's mood is particularly melancholy. Maybe seeing things and thinking about people has aroused his nostalgia... Xingyu, did I do something wrong?"
Xiao Xingyu closed his eyes: "No, don't think about it."
It turns out that this is why grandpa looked for Mo Yan, so it is understandable that he stayed up all night. But unfortunately, this grandpa passed away when Xiao Xingyu was three years old, and Xiao Xingyu had no way of knowing whether his character was
It looks very similar to Zhang Moyan. If so, I must also like it very much.
"Mo Yan, does your stomach still hurt?" Xiao Xingyu asked, seemingly trying to divert Zhang Moyan's attention.
"Oh, it doesn't hurt anymore. I just took a piece of ibuprofen, so it doesn't hurt anymore."
Xiao Xingyu frowned slightly and asked: "Can I take painkillers to prepare for pregnancy?"
Zhang Moyan’s first reaction: Ah, I don’t know, I guess it’s probably not possible!
Second reaction: Preparing for pregnancy?...Why are you preparing for pregnancy? The two of you are still dating, so why not just skip getting married and start preparing for pregnancy?
My face is quietly hot.
At this time, Xiao Xingyu's whole body fell down completely like a big dog: "Mo Yan, am I heavy on you?"
Zhang Moyan actually couldn't hold his breath at all, and... it seemed that the seal was too tight. However, she didn't seem to have any sexual intentions, so of course she had to calm down. (Ask yourself, is it too small?
Isn’t there also B!)
"It's okay, it's not heavy." Zhang Moyan was generous.
"Well, you feel so comfortable," Xiao Xingyu's voice sounded tiredly on her neck, "Then I'll just sleep like this, I'm a little tired..."
"Let me hold you for a few more hours." Xiao Xingyu said pitifully, reaching out and dragging a pillow from the side to place it under Zhang Moyan's head. He smiled at her and turned off the bedside lamp. p>
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?Xiao Xingyu: My wife’s oil must be fully wiped out and she must race against time!
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Author akimbo: I told readers yesterday that the plot in Ruzhou is over, but you are taking advantage of me and the plot in this chapter has not left Ruzhou yet!
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Xiao Xingyu glanced: What does it matter? Everyone just likes to read it. Who cares about what you say as an unknown author?
