589. Chapter 589 An An, let's go draw a turtle on the luxury car 30
His eyes wandered back and forth between the TV screen and An An's little face, comparing them several times. Then he suddenly realized, looked at Mu Wanqing standing aside with extremely shocked eyes, and asked in shock: "
Mu Wanqing, An An is...?!"
Mu Wanqing had just come out of the shower. There was no trace of the pink color on her face caused by the hot water, and she was still as pale as a ghost.
She watched the news on TV calmly, with no ups and downs of emotion. Her indifference was as if she were watching the news from a stranger, but her eyes were filled with a layer of deep sadness.
With the lifeless silence.
Slowly walking to the old TV, Mu Wanqing turned off the power, and then whispered: "Manager Tang, I'm feeling a little unwell, so I won't send you off. I'll treat you to dinner another day."
Watching Tang Moyu leave the small apartment, Mu Wanqing stood in the living room in a daze, looking at the darkening sky outside the window. After a long time, she forced herself to squeeze out a smile that was uglier than crying. She spoke to An An in a soft voice.
Said: "What do you want to eat for dinner? Mommy will cook it for you. My sister will be back soon. Remember to open the door for her."
With that said, Mu Wanqing entered the kitchen like a normal person, opened the refrigerator, took out the fresh vegetables she bought yesterday, and washed them in the sink.
However, the faster she washed, the harder she washed. The more she washed, the more her tears couldn't stop falling. One after another, they fell crisply into the sink. Finally, she was so angry that she threw the vegetables away.
Smash it hard.
In an instant, cold water splashed everywhere, all over her face.
That night, she cooked a delicious dinner for Yang Mu'an and Mu Xiaoni, supervised Mu Xiaoni to finish her homework, and then returned to her room after they went to bed.
She gave up the spacious master bedroom to Mu Xiaoni and Yang Mu, and chose to sleep on her side, which was less than ten square meters.
A single bed, a bedside table, and a simple cloth wardrobe were all in her room. Just like her world, it was so empty and destitute.
The whole night, she maintained the same position, curled up motionless on the bay window, then grabbed the cufflinks that Yang Mufan had left at her house three years ago, firmly holding them in her palms, and then pressed them hard on her chest.
.
The sharp edges of the cufflinks' pins penetrated deeply into the flesh of her palms, and bright red blood rolled down her fingers, one after another, onto her snow-white pajamas.
But she couldn't feel any pain at all.
Because the most painful thing is the heart.
Mu Wanqing looked at the endless black night, feeling in a trance.
She didn't know why she kept this cufflink.
She didn't even know why she still cried when she saw this cufflink for three whole years.
She felt that there was a bloody scar on her heart. Time, not only could not heal it, but it made it fester more and more, making her more and more painful and making her worse than death.
Mu Wanqing doesn't know whether every woman will meet such a person in her life: she loves him more than she loves herself.
She was willing to sacrifice everything for him, even her life, but she devoted all her energy to loving him... but she still couldn't get back the slightest pity in his eyes.
She hated herself for being too cowardly, and could only wander outside his world, thinking about him quietly, and then watching him and other women happily from afar, she had the courage to even take the first half step forward.
,nothing.
She hated herself even more, knowing that she could only fantasize foolishly, but she would rather be bruised and bruised in despair, she still couldn't bear to turn around and leave.
Is there really such a man in this world? He is obviously cold, ruthless, cruel, and bloodthirsty, but he just has that ability to make any woman who falls in love with him think about him with all her heart.
, can no longer spare a little bit of space to love other men, even if it is just a little bit...
