The driver seemed to be used to this kind of thing, so he stepped on the accelerator to the bottom.
Although there is a big difference between the performance of taxis and sports cars, the driver's driving skills cannot be summed up in one word: scary.
Fortunately, she got home before Mu Chenfeng arrived.
When he pretended to wake up the next day, Mu Xiaofan asked him in a subtle way whether he had gone out last night.
Mu Chenfeng shook his head.
Mu Xiaofan was even more convinced that there must be a ghost last night, so he sent someone to check the villa. This check didn't matter. The information the detective agency gave her back made her confused. Mu Chenfeng bought the villa.
The time came six years ago.
When she was tempted, she called Situ Mingchuan for verification, and then she was sure that the villa was where Li Xiaoyou had lived. At that time, she didn't know who Li Xiaoyou was, or the misunderstanding six years ago.
I just felt that my brother was a bit stupid for such an unworthy woman, and Mu Xiaofan suddenly felt speechless.
What would it be like for a man to drive to a place where he has memories late at night?
Mu Xiaofan even posted a post on an online forum specifically for this purpose. Surprisingly, the post was wildly restored by netizens. Eighty percent of the answers were that this man had some past or person that he couldn't let go of.
She originally felt indifferent, but after Qin Xiaoliu's description of what happened six years ago, when she thought about it together, she had to confirm that Mu Chenfeng had recovered his memory and could not let go of Li Xiaoyou.
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In fact, that night was not the first time that Mu Chenfeng drove to his former villa. Ever since he recovered his memory, he would go there almost every night, as if he was remembering something.
But no one knew about this, except for Mu Xiaofan who knew about it that time.
Mu Xiaofan seemed to have recovered from his memory, and slowly put down the hand holding the camera, took out the memory card, and put it in his closest pocket.
The two people opposite didn't know that they had just been secretly photographed, and they still stood facing each other.
"I..." Mu Chenfeng retracted his palm, having never been so embarrassed as now.
Faced with the interweaving of reality and memory, he couldn't help but make similar extraordinary actions, which was indeed a bit...
Li Xiaoyou pursed her lips and said nothing, but she didn't feel the temperature on her cheeks beginning to rise. "That..."
"If you don't know how to slip, I'll teach you." Mu Chenfeng suddenly became energetic, and while extending a hand, the smile on his lips was still elegant and charming.
His every move and expression affected Li Xiaoyou's fragile heart. She lowered her head and looked at the big palm he stretched out in front of her. The palm prints were clear, and there seemed to be some kind of warm invitation in the generosity.
He wanted to teach her, but could she learn it?
May I?
Her thick eyelashes slowly drooped, like beautiful butterfly wings. She felt a little strange in her heart and said softly, "Okay."
When the words fell, she slowly stretched out her hand, hesitantly, or with a different kind of firmness, and finally fell on his hand, letting his generous hand hold her slightly cold palm firmly.
Because they were not wearing gloves, the moment their palms touched each other, both of them felt inexplicably moved.
Warm, but moist.
I don't know how to summarize the dense light, as if it has tightly grasped the whole world.