Han Lie came back, and he couldn't wait to chase Mu Xinyu back the next day. But he would rather not do so. Facing the dark house, he felt even more panicked and scared.
"Xinyu, are you still unwilling to forgive me?"
Looking at the darkness in the room, Han Lie could not help but shed tears again. He knew that it was really difficult for Mu Xinyu to forgive what he had done, but he still had a glimmer of hope that Mu Xinyu would come back. So.
He would come here as soon as he got off the plane, hoping that he could see Mu Xinyu's warm smile. But what greeted him was the darkness in the room and the musty smell of being uninhabited for a long time.
"Xinyu, where are you? Tell me where you are and let me know. In this way, at least I can possibly recover you."
Han Lie half-knelt on the ground, his resolute face covered with tears, and vulnerability flashed in Han Lie's eyes. At this moment, he was no longer the all-powerful cold-faced Yama, no longer the ruthless Han eldest son. But Han Lie
, the coldness that hurt the heart of the one you love most, the coldness that you want to save but feel it's too late.
Han Lie looked at the house he had not been back to for a long time, and it seemed as if Mu Xinyu was still here and had never left. The kitchen, living room, bedroom... her smiling face was everywhere, and her smell was everywhere.
At this moment, his cold heart finally felt warm. He took his luggage to the second floor, changed some clothes, and prepared to go to the supermarket. He didn't want and couldn't let his and Xinyu's home become like this. He knew that,
In fact, Xinyu is a germophobe, so when she sees a home like this, she will definitely lose her temper. So he decided to clean the room well, welcome Xinyu with a brand new home, and let her know how much he loves her.
Thinking of this, a smile finally appeared on Han Han's face.
Yes, I must let Xinyu know. I love her, I really, really love her. Only in this way can we have a future.
When Hanlie made up his mind to ask Mu Xinyu to forgive, another group of people had already found her, and that group of people did not ask for forgiveness like him.
Three black cars drove slowly towards Ouyang's mansion. Just from the look of the cars, it was clear that the people coming were either rich or noble. But whether the enemy was a friend or not, it was impossible to tell yet.
While they were talking, they had already arrived in front of Ouyang Mansion. The car behind them stopped first, and eight men who looked like bodyguards walked out of it. The eight men got out of the car and immediately stood guard around the car in the middle. One person stepped forward and asked for help.
The person in the car opened the door.
The door slowly opened, and a graceful lady stepped out of the car. She was elegant in manners, and every cell in her body exuded an incomparable aura of nobility. And she was Han Lie's mother, Lin Qingxiu.
Mrs. Han looked at the Ouyang Mansion in front of her, her frowning eyebrows tightened even more, as if she could squeeze out tears.
"call……!"
Mrs. Han took a deep breath and her face became more solemn.
"You stay here."
She confessed to the bodyguard behind her, then took elegant steps and walked into the house.
"Haha... It turns out that Xiao Ao also wets his pants! Haha..."
Ouyang Bo was rolling on the ground laughing, his face already somewhat deformed from the violent laughter.
"Okay Bo, you should stop in moderation!"
Lin Yaxiu saw this and stepped forward to help Ouyang Bo up with a wry smile.
"You're almost the same. What's so funny about this? You deserve this."
Mu Xinyu also smiled bitterly, with recognition on her face, obviously agreeing with Lin Yaxiu's words.
"Yeah, Bo, it's not that funny anymore. You're still the same as before, laughing whether it's funny or not!"
Mu Xinyu glanced at Han Ao and saw a suspicious blush on Han Ao's face.
When Ouyang Bo smiled like this, Han Ao's face turned red, no longer as pale as when he first arrived yesterday.
He stepped forward and helped Lin Yaxiu lift Ouyang Bo up.
Lin Yaxiu glanced at Han Ao, who was carefully supporting Ouyang Bo, and a smile of relief flashed across her face. She turned around and met Mu Xinyu's eyes. From Mu Xinyu's eyes, she saw the same message as hers.
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"Madam, Mrs. Han is here and waiting for you in the living room."
A maid knocked on the door and told Mrs. Ouyang about Mrs. Han's arrival.
"Okay, I understand. You go down and tell Mrs. Han, I will be there soon."
Upon hearing Mrs. Han's arrival, the whole room became quiet. Everyone looked worried, even Han Ao.
"What should we do now?"
Mu Xinyu spoke in a panic, with tears ready to burst out in her eyes.
"Don't worry yet, nothing will happen, don't worry!"
Mrs. Ouyang held Mu Xinyu in her arms and comforted her, her face full of sadness.
"They are here to get Xiao Ao, right?"
As soon as she thought of this possibility, Mu Xinyu couldn't calm down. She hugged Han Ao tightly into her arms, as if she wanted to embed him into her body.
"No, there won't be any. Xinyu, trust us, we won't let Xiaoao leave you, don't worry."
Looking at Mu Xinyu who had been shivering, Lin Yaxiu's eyes began to moisten again. Her eyes had not been dry in the past few days and she had been crying. She also squatted down and hugged Xinyu, trying to warm her with her own body temperature.
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Han Ao also sensed something was wrong with Mu Xinyu, so he hugged her tightly, as if declaring "never leave."
Feeling the warmth from Han Ao, Mu Xinyu finally stopped trembling. But the fear was still deeply engraved in her heart. Both Ouyang Bo and Ouyang's mother saw through this, so they got up and walked to the living room.
go.
"You...where are you going?"
Mu Xinyu sensed their movements and hurriedly asked.
"We'll go out and solve everything for you."
Ouyang Bo raised his head and looked at Mu Xinyu firmly, as if to reassure Mu Xinyu.
"But……"
"No buts, no buts. Everyone is here, so I have to go and see them!"
Ouyang Bo interrupted Mu Xinyu's words, grabbed Mu Xinyu's shoulders with both hands, and forced her to look at him.
"Trust us, nothing will happen!"
Mu Xinyu looked at Ouyang Bo, then at Ouyang's mother who was equally determined behind him, and then nodded slowly.
"Well, I understand. Bo, mom, I'll leave the matter to you. I'm upstairs, waiting for your good news."
Ouyang's mother smiled and looked more kind. She patted Mu Xinyu on the shoulder and said nothing. Then she walked downstairs with elegant steps.