Mu Wanqing was lying on the large Simmons bed, looking at the man who was cleaning the room in an orderly manner with a decontamination machine and a vacuum cleaner. She was in a trance. She knew very early on that when Yang Mufan was cleaning, she was in a trance.
When he was working hard in the luxurious office, he was still charming and handsome. However, she didn't know that now that he was of such high status, he still looked presentable when cleaning, just as meticulous as when he was a child doing housework.
After taking the antipyretic medicine, Mu Wanqing leaned on the bed, feeling drowsy all the time. Coupled with the low "buzzing" sound of the vacuum cleaner, her eyelids became heavy and heavy from sleepiness.
But she was worried that if she fell asleep, Yang Mufan would take the opportunity to sneak away, so Mu Wanqing held on with her eyes wide open.
When Yang Mufan was almost done cleaning the room, he saw Mu Wanqing still looking at him with a pair of tired eyes. She immediately frowned deeply with her thick eyebrows, and then spoke in a low and hoarse voice:
"When you're sleepy, close your eyes and sleep. Your eyes are so wide, aren't you tired?!"
Hearing Yang Mufan's sarcasm, Mu Wanqing curled her lips and wanted to say something, but she was afraid of touching Yang Mufan's back, so she just moved her lower lips and said nothing in the end.
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With just one look from Mu Wanqing, he could guess what she was thinking.
So, he was silent for a moment, and after cleaning the rest of the floor, he whispered: "Mu Wanqing, if I want to leave, even if you are sober, can you stop me?!"
"..." After hearing Yang Mufan's words to cleanse her, Mu Wanqing was so depressed that her head was filled with black lines.
However, if you think about it carefully, it seems to be the same reason.
Mu Wanqing lay on the bed with a bad look and looked at Mufan silently for a while. Finally... she couldn't bear it anymore and fell into a deep sleep.
Before she was completely plunged into the boundless darkness, Mu Wanqing felt vaguely and consciously: the soft and wide bed seemed to be pressed down by something heavy and tilted to one side. In turn, there was a faint smell of men's perfume on the tip of her nose.
The man's body fragrance filled the air, and then, a warm palm rubbed against her forehead.
Mu Wanqing had a dream.
She dreamed that when she was thirteen years old, she was squatting pitifully at the bus terminal, looking at the hurried crowds in the increasingly dark golden sunset, and she was extremely frightened.
Just before she was about to fall into endless despair, a figure that was extremely familiar to her suddenly emerged from the crowded crowd.
As soon as the scene changed, she dreamed that she was carrying a small pink schoolbag, like a child who had done something wrong, lowering her head and twirling her fingers while silently but vigilantly following Yang Mufan.
Admiration Fan's already tall figure was stretched by the bright neon lights at night, making it even more slender and stalwart. It kept swaying in front of her eyes.
And her ears were filled with his angrily yelling.
He said: "Mu Wanqing, you are a complete pig. You can even take the wrong bus. When you eat, why don't you keep the rice and eat the bowl?!"
He said: "Mu Wanqing, aren't you ashamed?! If I were as stupid as you, I would jump off the building and commit suicide in a minute. If you live like this, you are not wasting oxygen and creating waste gas. What is that?!"
He also said: "Mu Wanqing, knowing you, I have been unlucky for eight lifetimes. You are so stupid that even I can't stand it and you feel embarrassed..."
