633. Chapter 633 Dreaming from the depths of the soul 1
If her guess was correct, the person singing the bubbles over and over again, and singing hysterically, was: Mu Wanqing...
Tianhu noticed the change in Wen Xiaorou's expression, and immediately did not dare to provoke her again, and angrily turned his attention back to the gambling table.
It was obvious that Yang Mufan had no interest in playing cards at all. His tall and straight body leaned straight on the soft and expensive sofa, and he raised his hand to signal Sirius to help him read the cards.
Wen Xiaorou sat silently beside him for a while, then suddenly leaned towards Yang Mufan, and let Yang Mufan hold the child in her arms. She said she was going to the bathroom.
Yang Mu Fan Ying's sharp eyebrows furrowed slightly, but after hesitating for a moment, he took Yang Mu Sheng over.
Wen Xiaorou did not go directly to the bathroom, but followed the sound and went to the door of the KTV private room where Mu Wanqing was huddled.
Through the narrow and blurry window, she saw Mu Wanqing huddled in the corner of the sofa, singing the bubbles over and over again.
The volume of the KTV was turned up very loud, and there was only one door between them. No matter how good the sound insulation effect was, Wen Xiaorou still felt that her eardrums were shaking and hurting.
Perhaps she sang too hard, roared too loudly, and the singing time was too long. Her voice was no longer as loud as before, hoarse, and accompanied by a sad melody, was extremely sad.
Wen Xiaorou just stood at the door and looked at the woman who was singing, then suddenly threw away the microphone, covered her face and cried bitterly, her eyes were filled with deathly silence.
The whole little face, against the dim and blurry orange light in the corridor, became increasingly pale and gray.
She couldn't help but sneer in her heart. While laughing at herself, she was also sarcastically sarcastic at admiring Mufan.
After all, he still couldn't let her go completely.
He still cares about her after all.
If not, Yang Mufan wouldn't have noticed the singing that was transmitted into the bar. Amid the noisy, harsh, and chaotic noise, it could be ignored at all.
If he hadn't still cared, if he hadn't... still loved her, how could he have recognized that the singing voice was Mu Wanqing's.
She had heard that Mu Wanqing's voice was completely different from her voice when she sang.
Who would be able to tell the difference if they hadn’t used their heart before?!
Facts have proved that Yang Mufan can indeed distinguish, and moreover, he was seriously disturbed.
Wen Xiaorou didn't know how deep and deep Mu Wanqing was buried in the corner of her heart that no woman could break into even if she tried her best.
All she knew was that he had built a high and thick wall around that corner, and nothing could get in.
She only knew that there was nothing but darkness and coldness there, and it was barren. However, he never thought of letting anyone in, touching it, or developing it...
Wen Xiaorou remembered the first time she heard the name Mu Wanqing. After Yang Mufan's first large-scale blood transfusion surgery, he was lying on the bed dying, and in a coma, he uttered deep sleepy murmurs from his throat.
For three years, Yang Mufan never mentioned anything about Mu Wanqing. However, after each operation, he would always call Mu Wanqing's name while unconscious.
