During the three years of following Yang Mufan, as his most capable assistant, he always reminded himself: except for Yang Mufan, he should not have feelings for anyone, especially women.
He has always restrained his emotions, making himself indifferent and unfocused.
The fact is: he did it.
However, at this moment, Mu Wanqing easily touched the sensitive and compassionate chord hidden deep in his heart...
"Second brother?!" The moment Nan Jue caught up with Yang Mufan, he rushed forward and blocked Yang Mufan's way.
Yang Mufan paused in his steps, his face was gloomy and cold, he had no emotion, and he coldly spat out a few words from his thin lips: "If you don't want to die, get out of here -"
The voice was very low and weak, but Nan Juefeng knew: it was anger and madness in disguise.
Nan Juefeng did not back down, but said with a serious face: "Second brother, let's sit down and have a good chat."
Yang Mufan stared at him coldly: "What are you talking about?!"
Nan Juefeng frowned and hesitated for a long time before speaking: "Let's talk about Mu Wanqing, talk about your heart, and talk about the soul that you have deliberately closed and imprisoned by yourself."
After hearing these words, Yang Mufan didn't say anything, but pursed his thin lips tighter than the cold wind.
Nan Juefeng didn't want to beat around the bush anymore and went straight to the point: "Actually... the person you really like is Mu Wanqing, right?! If you don't like her, how can you hate her so much?!
Since ancient times, it has been said that 'love breeds hatred', Yang Mufan, please admit it, you like Mu Wanqing very much, and you have always liked her, not just at a certain point in the past..."
"Hoola", not allowing Nan Juefeng to finish his words, Yang Mufan was already filled with uncontrollable anger. He rushed towards Nan Juefeng, grabbed him by the collar, and punched him hard in the chest.
on the face...
…
When Yang Mufan received an emergency call and hurriedly left Jinxiu City with Tianlang, Tianhu and Tianbao, Mu Wanqing stood stiffly outside the main house like a puppet without soul, thoughts and emotions.
Watching them leave in a dark corner without any light.
It was too cold at night, and the cold wind howled fiercely. Mu Wanqing shivered with cold, and there was no trace of warmth in her whole body.
She wrapped herself tightly in clothes that smelled strongly of rice flour, and it was like the last bit of strength in her body had been taken away, and she fell helplessly to the cold ground.
She curled up and curled herself into a small ball, then carefully took out the lunch box hidden in her chest, opened the lid, and looked at the rice noodles broken into small sections under the dim street light, feeling
The eyes are sore and painful.
There were hot tears that could not be suppressed and fell on the rice noodles.
[Yang Mufan, you once said that as long as I found that rice noodle shop, you would consider staying with me. Just because of your casual words, I was so happy that I ran around the streets looking for it for three days and three nights. You left.
In the past three years, I still haven't given up. Whenever I see a rice noodle shop, I can't help but go in and buy one to try. I am afraid that I will miss you by accident. Why do I already find it?
, you still don’t want me?!
I used to never despise you as a humble person, but now you hate me so much. What on earth did I do wrong?!
