Wei Zhehan had no intention of changing the subject: "Jin Jiaojiao, or Delina?!"
"Han..." Mu Wanqing frowned and called his name in a strong tone. She stared at him. When Wei Zhehan thought she was going to say something, she said pitifully, "I
I’m so hungry, I’m really hungry.”
Wei Zhehan has always been a man with strong self-control and rarely lets his emotions out.
But at this moment, he could hardly restrain himself and burst out.
He turned away from his delicate and handsome face slightly, took a few deep breaths, then turned around, with his back to Mu Wanqing, squatted down slightly, patted his shoulder, and said in a commanding tone: "Come up here
, I will carry you."
Mu Wanqing has never been unfamiliar with Wei Zhehan's back.
When she was a child, when she first met him, he was cold and cold and ignored her. Later, he made her cry and was so frightened that she didn't know what to do. His instinctive reaction was: turn around and squat down.
, patted the shoulder, and said...as long as you don't cry, I will carry you.
From that day on, he often carried her on his back.
Whether it was a dinner party between the Mu and Wei families or an outing organized by the school, if she didn't want to walk, he would always carry her without hesitation.
From being young and ignorant to becoming someone else's wife, he has never changed one iota in more than ten years.
Mu Wanqing obediently lay on his broad and thick back and hugged his neck tightly.
Wei Zhehan held her up with one hand and hugged the stray dog she picked up with the other.
He said: "I will take you to eat first, and then...send you home."
After saying the last few words of these words, Wei Zhehan paused for a few seconds.
These words were what he would say every time he found her after running away from home.
Now, she is 21 years old and he is 23 years old. Their words have not changed, but... the definition of family is different.
Wei Zhehan knew, and had always known: from the moment Yang Mufan appeared, Mu Wanqing no longer belonged to him.
The only thing he could do, apart from waiting, was to lie in bed every day and quietly reminisce. Recalling every detail of their acquaintance, and then... completely immersed in the memories, heartbreaking.
After hearing Wei Zhehan's words, Mu Wanqing's expression darkened, and she said in a low voice: "I don't want to go back, that place... is not my home."
Wei Zhehan paused for a long time before continuing to walk to the opposite street.
He said: "Xiao Qingzi, you are not young anymore. Don't say any willful words in the future. Even if you don't think about yourself, you should think about the children in your belly."
Mu Wanqing said: "But Han, Mu Fan never loved me, he never worried about me and didn't care about me, and never took me into his heart even for a second. I was missing for three days and he never looked for me.
, not even a phone call or a text message.”
Wei Zhehan said nothing more, silently carried her into the car, started the car, and roared away towards the nearest hotel...
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The night is dark and freezing.
A limited-edition Aston Martin sped through the city center towards the suburban Fairview City.
When Yang Mufan was driving, his expression was leisurely and somewhat careless.
The fingers of his right hand, with clear joints and slender but powerful strength, were placed casually on the steering wheel; the arm of his left hand was propped on the car window, holding his chin with his fingers, rubbing it from time to time, as if he was deep in thought.
The way he drove with one hand was very lazy, very comfortable, and unconcerned, as if he had control over the entire world, easily and effortlessly.
"Second brother, at nine o'clock tonight, the German ordnance has arrived safely at the dock. Tianhu has secretly handled it according to your previous instructions."
"At three o'clock on Friday afternoon, there is a very important meeting that requires you to attend the signing."
"Next Wednesday, at ten o'clock in the morning, you need to secretly fly to Southeast Asia to meet with Asia's largest drug lord..."
"next weekend……"
Sirius, who was sitting in the passenger seat, was holding a tablet in his hand and was briefly and concisely reporting on Yang Mufan's itinerary for the past half month.
However, when his eyes fell on next weekend's itinerary, he frowned slightly, hesitated, and finally continued quietly: "Next weekend, the old man has repeatedly asked you to take Miss Mu home to attend an important family dinner.
Second brother, are you going?!"
Without even thinking about it, Yang Mufan said coldly: "Put it down!!"
