"Love? It means loving each other like my mother and I," Yu Yuanyuan subconsciously responded, but there was another voice in her heart.
There is another kind, both sweet and bitter, that is her love for Jun Tao
Mu Sheng looked at Yu Yuanyuan and spoke slowly, "There is a kind of person whose expression is exactly the opposite. The more he cares about a person, the more he will do bad things to her, trying to attract her attention."
"In psychology, this kind of person has a character defect or becomes extreme after being stimulated."
"It is truly painful and joyful to fall in love with this kind of person. They will only love you and use all their loving abilities on you, but if you love too much, it will turn into harm."
"And it takes a lot of courage to accept the love of this kind of person, because you will lose a lot of things."
Looking at Yu Yuanyuan's silent side face, Mu Sheng also knew that it was enough to stop. He stood up, straightened his clothes, "Let's go, we should go in."
"good"
As soon as the two people entered the hall, Wu Xin ran over and said, "Yuanyuan, I've been looking for you for a long time. Where have you been?"
"Well……"
After waiting for her answer, Mu Sheng looked at Wu Xin with interest, "Is this Zihao's new fiancée?"
new……
This word was really harsh. Wu Xin frowned, but still did not get angry. He just said: "Hello, I am Wu Xin, Zihao's fiancée. Who are you?"
Musheng smiled and said, "Mu Sheng"
The two nodded, indicating that they knew each other. Musheng also left in time to leave space for the two of them.
Yu Yuanyuan looked at Wu Xin, thinking of the scene just now, she couldn't help but feel a little embarrassed, and the smile on her lips was not obvious.
Wu Xin was fine, but he was still carefree, dragging Yu Yuanyuan around to find food.
Yu Yuanyuan was originally a servant and couldn't eat, but Wu Xin forced her to give her a plate, so the two of them had to grab their food and sit on the sofa together.
"Where is the young master? He won't accompany you?" Yu Yuanyuan was at a loss for words. She still cherished such a good friend, but she didn't know how to speak.
"He, if he is willing to accompany me, then the sun will really rise in the west."