Just as Mu Xiuze was about to speak, he heard a clear voice say, "Mr. Mu holds a high position and is usually the one to be surrounded by people at banquets. I don't have such an honor."
As he finished speaking, Mu Xiuze had a faint smile in his eyes, which he hid well.
The old lady looked at her nose, nose, and heart, and intuited that the breakup between the two children was not over yet, so she deliberately eased the atmosphere, "The little dinosaur I gave you before was caught by Wanwan for me, so why don't you thank her quickly."
"It turns out that Miss Yang caught it. The little dinosaur is very cute. I like it very much. Thank you."
Yang Wanwan nodded, "At that time, my aunt said she was going to capture a child at home. I thought it was a three-year-old child, but I didn't expect it was Mr. Mu."
The weather was still sunny in the evening, but it started to rain heavily at night, and the wind blew the trees and shook the trees fiercely.
Mrs. Mu looked at the shower outside and curled her lips. The weather forecast was quite accurate.
She took Yang Wanwan's hand and said, "Today, the driver happened to have something to do and asked for leave. Xiuze was drunk again and it's not convenient to see you off. The rain won't stop for a while, so you can stay at my house for the night."
Staring at the heavy rain outside the window, Yang Wanwan moved her lips but said nothing.
"I'm causing trouble for you."
"Oh, no, no, no. It's been a long time since we had a girl in our family. We're happy to have you living here."
"Xiu Ze, peel an apple for the guest." The old lady raised her chin.
"No need..." Yang Wanwan reached for the apple herself, but it was snatched away before she could hold it firmly.
"Leave it to me, ma'am, watch TV."
Mu Xiuze has long jade-like fingers, and the action of peeling apples in circles with a fruit knife is very eye-catching. Perhaps the fact that he peels apples for girls is even more touching.
When we were together before, he was very generous with money and would watch movies with her and walk on the street with her, but he never did such small things as peeling apples.
At that time, she was overjoyed by his company every time. As long as he took time to accompany her, she felt extremely happy. How could she dare to think of him using his precious hands to help her peel fruit?
Mu Xiuze lowered his eyes and focused on the fruit in his hand. The broken hair on his forehead covered the background of his eyes. He also thought of something.
It turned out that he had never done such a small thing for her before.
When he has time, he goes to see her. Even if he doesn't contact her for a few days, she will wait for him obediently. At that time, he thought that he was good enough to Yang Wanwan. No woman before could make him spend the same time and energy.
He thought that was love and companionship...
It turned out that Yang Wanwan felt so little care from him, and everything was exposed after the cover-up of passionate love, which is why she was so decisive after she woke up.
His heart tightened every time he thought about that night of farewell a year ago. At that time, Yang Wanwan was as calm as a lake, and he could not make a single ripple no matter what. The determination and alienation in her eyes at that time became his feeling for the past year.
Wound.
In fact, he didn't want to replicate Qi Si's method. How could he not know that just sending flowers without showing up would not have much effect, but he had been deceiving himself -
He didn't dare to take that step, fearing that if he openly pursued Yang Wanwan, she would be as determined as she was that night to set a clean break with him.
Even he himself didn't want to admit that he was so cautious about her now that he was afraid that he wouldn't even be qualified to be friends in the future.
It's not that I don't want to pursue it, it's that I'm afraid of being rejected again.
Especially what he did to her on the night she was drugged...
It was rare that she wasn't so angry that she ignored him from now on.
He peeled a round apple and handed it over. Yang Wanwan took a look at it and thanked her politely.
"Look, it's Wanwan! Not to mention, Zhou Zhou is really upright in the police uniform. He is worthy of being an actor. He is extremely malleable." Mrs. Mu kept praising her while watching the people on TV.
Suddenly, Yang Wanwan in the play was shot, her chest was bleeding, and she was lying in the arms of her teammates while she was crying. The old lady seemed to be immersed in the scene, and wiped her tears as she followed the tragic plot, "What a good policewoman.
Wanwan, do you feel any pain?"
Looking at the emotional old lady, Yang Wanwan couldn't laugh or cry. She took out a tissue and handed it to her to wipe her tears, "It's an acting, not real." She even said in a coaxing tone, "It's okay."
Seeing the two people who were as harmonious as mother and daughter, Mu Xiuze watched silently for a long time. There was a continuous autumn rain outside the house, and a family of four sat together watching TV in the bright living room... Such a night was simply warm to the heart.
At ten o'clock, the two old men asked Mu Xiuze to send Yang Wanwan to the guest room on the second floor to rest, citing their inconvenience.
The lights in the corridor were dim, the carpet was silent, and the two of them were silent.
After taking her into the room and turning on the light, Mu Xiuze cast his eyes on her fair face and said, "I'm in the room at the end of the corridor. If you need anything at night, you can come to me."
"Well, thank you."
"Then let me go..."
"Mrs. Mu and I met in a shopping mall. To this day, I don't know her identity, let alone that she is your mother. I have always treated her as a close aunt and have no other intentions."
Yang Wanwan pursed her lips slightly to explain, fearing that he might think she had some other agenda by using the old man, so she still had to say what needed to be said.
Mu Xiuze just looked at her deeply, "Wanwan, you think of me too badly."
Looking at his back, Yang Wanwan slowly bit her lip.
What's wrong with this person? She keeps silent and leaves at every turn, making her look like a villain who speaks harshly and hurts others.
His back looks a little lonely?
In the past, Mr. Mu, who had a higher regard for his talent and arrogance, would actually have such a secretly sad time?
It seems that the relationship between the two has been very subtle since that accidental night. The calmness and calmness of getting along as friends in the past no longer exist, but no one has clearly exposed it.
He obviously said all the nonsense about confessing his love that night, but afterwards he just apologized and sent flowers, and it didn't look like he was going to continue pursuing her.
Could it be that... he is afraid?
Yang Wanwan scratched her hair a little irritably. A woman's heart is as deep as a needle, but a man's heart is even harder to understand!
She herself was also in a confused and undecided stage. The only man she had ever liked in so many years was this man. At that time, she liked her vigorously. Later, she was so focused on making money and paying off her debts that she had no time to think about it and forced herself not to think about it. Now her debts are cleared.
, but she fell into a foggy alley.
Forget about the world, I feel that I will never meet someone I like like this again, so I want to reconcile. Thinking of the grievances and loss in the past, I feel scared and angry in my heart. I am really afraid of repeating the same mistakes a second time.
She urgently needs someone to guide her and give her an answer and choice, but Mu Xiuze's behavior is very annoying. If she wants to continue or let go slowly, she should tell her, or give her a hint.
Yang Wanwan hung up the quilt in frustration and fell asleep holding in her breath.
Half asleep and half awake, she felt very thirsty. She endured it, but after ten minutes she was finally so thirsty that she couldn't stand it anymore, put on her shoes and went downstairs to get some water.
After drinking, I went upstairs and passed by the open-air balcony. I saw a man smoking beside the railing. His back was clear and straight, and he looked a little lonely.
"Wanwan."
He didn't even look back, looking at the starfield in the distance, his voice was low, "Let's look at the stars together, there are many stars tonight."