Finally, she slid along the kitchen counter and sat on the cold floor, covering her mouth and crying hysterically. She never knew that there would be a man in the world who made her feel uncomfortable over and over again, making her feel more painful every time.
Completely...
That night, Mu Wanqing did not go back to the master bedroom. Instead, she sat in the empty hall on the first floor all night.
Yang Mufan didn't come downstairs either and asked her to go upstairs.
She just sat there in the dark, expressionless.
Obviously the air conditioner in the house had been turned on to the most comfortable mode, but she felt cold, as if she had fallen into a bottomless abyss of ice. From head to toe, she was so cold that there was no warmth at all, as if she was about to freeze.
Yang Mufan put on a serious and solemn suit and hurried downstairs. He wanted to drive back to City A as soon as possible to attend the morning meeting. He turned on the light in the hall and saw it almost at a glance: Mu Wanqing looks like a baby.
Like, hugging herself, curled up in the corner of the sofa, sleeping deeply. Her breathing was soft, shallow, silent, and cautious. Even after falling asleep, she was so reserved that she was afraid of disturbing her.
Like him.
Yang Mufan's steps were frozen on the stairs, and it took him a long time to move.
The closer he got, the clearer he could see: her skin exposed to the air, against the backdrop of the black bathrobe and sofa, was as white as snow; her delicate and fair face was dirty, with traces of undried tears still remaining.
.
Yang Mufan stood beside the sofa and stared at her for a long time, then raised his leg and knocked her awake.
Seeing her waking up in a daze, Yang Mufan turned around and walked out without even looking at her.
A cold voice sounded hoarsely: "Mu Wanqing, you only have ten minutes to freshen up. In ten minutes, I will drive away on time. If I miss you, you can walk back by yourself."
"..." Mu Wanqing, who had just woken up, was so dizzy that she couldn't turn around.
When Yang Mufan was about to walk out the door, she came back to her senses.
While rushing upstairs quickly, he stood still and cried: "Ten minutes is not enough?! Fifteen minutes, okay?! No, twenty minutes, you wait for me for twenty minutes..."
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On the way back to City A, Mu Wanqing was sitting in the passenger seat. She didn't know whether it was Yang Mufan who drove the car too fast, or...she felt a little uncomfortable, and she felt motion sick and felt like vomiting.
She leaned against the car window uncomfortably, pressing her stomach.
Compared to her sick and depressed appearance, Yang Mufan's mental state was extremely good.
It rained heavily all night last night, but today the weather is cloudless and sunny. At 8:30 in the morning, the sun outside is already so bright that it dazzles the eyes.
Yang Mufan wears streamlined black sunglasses.
The exquisite facial features with perfect proportions, against the background of sunglasses, become more and more upright and beautiful, and the face is clear and stylish.
Wearing sunglasses, Yang Mufan undoubtedly has a different and thrilling handsomeness.
However, Mu Wanqing had no intention of admiring it. Her eyes had been wandering around his sleeves not long after getting in the car.
Today, his other items are black gemstone cufflinks.
The shiny black gemstone is set off by a circle of small diamonds set on the edge.
Mu Wanqing looked at it, and suddenly she thought: The ruby cufflink that had been lying alone on her bedside table for three years...