1091. Chapter 1091: Habitual instinct has nothing to do with love.
"...I never imagined that I could risk everything for you; on this point, I lost to Yang Mufan, and it was completely. The whole night, I sat here and thought a lot, Mu Wanqing, we...
…It’s better not to get married or be together, I can’t give you everything I promised you…”
After hearing Tang Moyu's words, Mu Wanqing was shocked and felt incredible at the same time.
She has never asked anyone to save her life at all costs when she is in danger.
Actually, this is quite normal.
People are all afraid of death and selfish.
In real society, how many couples who have been married for many years will step forward regardless of their own safety when the other party is in danger?
Mu Wanqing looked at Tang Moyu steadily and whispered: "Tang Moyu, I don't care, this is not your fault..."
"But you don't care, I care!!!!" Tang Moyu suddenly shouted with red eyes, "I care, I care very much, I am watching the woman that I, Tang Moyu, want to marry at the moment of life and death.
She died, but she couldn't rush forward to rescue her. Mu Wanqing, Yang Mufan never made a promise to you, never said he would marry you, but at that time, why could he rush forward and take you away without even thinking about it?
Pull it back?! Why can't I, Tang Moyu, do it..."
Bang--
Mu Wanqing sat stiffly on the sofa. After hearing the clear and loud sound of the door closing, there was the sound of Tang Moyu's urgent footsteps getting away.
She wanted to smile, but she didn't even have the strength to move her lips.
After a long time, she found her voice and murmured: "The reason why he can do it may be because of habit or instinct."
After all, we grew up together since childhood.
Some behaviors may not be controlled by thoughts at all, but may be conditioned reflexes.
When the hotel booked by Yangmu Fan expires, as stipulated in the contract, all guests must check out.
Mu Wanqing originally wanted to stay for two more days.
However, the Royal Hotel was already booked by someone else for the next week, and no individual check-in requirements were accepted.
As a last resort, Mu Wanqing could only pack her things and go to the airport.
She dragged her suitcase and just walked out of the hotel when she saw Yang Mufan and his party, accompanied by bodyguards, standing at the door of the hotel, waiting for a private car to pick them up.
Mu Wanqing didn't take more than two steps when she saw countless black luxury cars from a distance, like a long queue, speeding towards the entrance of the hotel.
Originally, Mu Wanqing wanted to go to the door to see if there was a taxi.
But--
"Mom, mom..." Yang Muan's excited shout came.
Before Mu Wanqing had time to respond, a force of gravity hit her thigh hard.
She lowered her head and saw her son, who had been dressed up carefully by Yang Mufan and became even more handsome.
Kneeling down, Mu Wanqing looked level with him, and said with a cheerful smile: "An'an."
"Mom, are you going home too?!" Yang Muan asked.
Mu Wanqing nodded.
Yang Mu'an asked again: "Then can you go back with Uncle An An?! Mom, it's been a long time since you spent time with An An."
Hearing this, Mu Wanqing instinctively turned to look at Yang Mufan: that man had already gotten into the luxury car, leaving her with only an indifferent profile.