When dinner was almost finished, Rong Heng suddenly received another call. It seemed that there was something urgent at work, so he was summoned back.
Rong Heng didn't waste any time, put down his chopsticks and left.
Mu Qian watched him walk out coldly, then put down her chopsticks and got up and went upstairs.
In the guest room upstairs, Lu Yuan was sitting on the sofa chair, flipping through a fashion magazine with his knee and his uninjured hand.
As for the soup that Mu Qian asked her aunt to bring to her, she only took two sips and then put it aside.
Mu Qian glanced at the bowl of soup and said slowly: "You don't want to eat or drink the soup. Do you want to be a god? Miss Lu."
"I'm not hungry yet, I'll drink later." Lu Yuan answered, turning the page of the book in his hand, looking away for a moment, and then finally looked at Mu Qian again, "He's gone?"
"If he stays here all the time, do you plan to hide in the room and never come out?" Mu Qian asked instead without answering.
Lu Yuan smiled faintly, "He doesn't want to see me, so why should I bother him."
"Why not?" Mu Qian rolled her eyes, "If he doesn't want to see you, you have to let him go? If he wants to see you, will you let him see you all the time?"
Lu Yuan knew she was doing it on purpose, so he glanced at her and said slowly: "I'm not good at dealing with complicated relationships. Just make it as simple as possible."
"That's such a pity." Mu Qian exhaled and said slowly, "Rong Heng will live in our home soon. In the next period of time, you may have to face this complicated relationship.
."
Lu Yuan: "..."
Late at night, when Rong Heng returned to the Huo family from the work, the entire Huo family had quieted down, and everyone seemed to have fallen asleep.
Rong Heng sat on the sofa and smoked a cigarette before finally standing up and walking upstairs.
The guest bedrooms in the Huo family's old house were all on the third floor. Rong Heng stood quietly at the stairs for a moment. He couldn't tell what he was thinking. After a while, he walked to the room where he usually lived.
Who knew that as soon as the door was opened, there would be lights in the room.
Rong Heng paused suddenly and then saw Lu Yuan sitting in the corner.
She was sitting on the newly added sofa chair in the corner, with a book spread out on her knees and headphones in her ears, but her eyes were closed.
She fell asleep.
Only the floor lamp next to her was on in the room, which just illuminated the corner where she was. Under the dim light, her face was still pale, and her bandaged hand rested on the armrest, which was particularly eye-catching.
Everything was quiet, but even her breathing was silent, as quiet as a painting.
Rong Heng stood there for a long time without realizing it.
It wasn't until the phone in his pocket vibrated several times after receiving the message that Rong Heng suddenly came back to his senses.
He heard his breathing, slightly rapid, with obvious fluctuations.
He looked at her again, then finally turned around and left, closing the door with a bang.
Lu Yuan suddenly woke up.
The music in the headphones was still playing, the book on her lap was still on the page she had turned to before, and she was the only one in the room.
But there seemed to be something more in the air.
Something is missing too.
…
In the next few days, Lu Yuan was almost completely closed in.
In fact, Rong Heng was away most of the day, and he would only appear in the house in the morning and night. However, Lu Yuan still limited the scope of his activities to the greatest extent.
After a few days, she almost never bumped into Rong Heng who lived under the same roof.
There is only one exception -
At about five o'clock in the afternoon that day, the drinking water in her room was finished. Seeing that Rong Heng would not be back at this time, she went downstairs to get water by herself.
Who would have thought that just as he reached the stairs, he suddenly saw a familiar tall figure walking in from the door.
After a moment of stiffness, she turned around quickly, without even seeing his face clearly, and ran upstairs again, continuing to return to her room for confinement.
That was the only time Rong Heng saw her in so many days.
I only saw a hurried back figure.
In an instant, Rong Hengxin's head seemed to be on fire, and she strode towards the stairs in pursuit.
When he came to the door of her room, her door was already tightly closed and locked.
"You'd better hide away for the rest of your life!" Rong Heng stood at the door of the room, gritted his teeth and said this, turned around and left again.
After that day, Lu Yuan started looking for a house online.
Her studio was too shabby. Mu Qian had arranged for her to live in Huo's house because she was not allowed to live there. Now it was impossible for her to go back. The only way was to find another place to live.
Obtained Mu Qian's approval.
Lu Yuan looked at it for two days and finally saw a house with a price and location that he liked, and then showed it to Mu Qian.
She originally thought that Mu Qian would get angry at her, but after seeing it, Mu Qian just sighed and looked at her, "Are you willing to spend more than 3,000 yuan a month to rent a house? Lu Xi?"
"The location is very good, the transportation is convenient, and the room decoration is also good." Lu Yuan said, "Although it is an old community, the environment is very good, and the price/performance ratio is very high."
Mu Qian nodded and said: "It should be a good deal if I can pluck your iron cock. If you really like it, then move it."
After hearing this, Lu Yuan just smiled and held her hand.
Although Mu Qian didn't say much in front of her, at the dinner table that night, she made a big announcement about Lu Yuan's intention to rent a house and move out.
After saying that, she saw that the lines on Rong Heng's face became obviously cold.
Everyone at the table was well aware of the dispute between Rong Heng and Lu Yuan. Mr. Huo just sighed slightly and then said: "Even if you are not happy living here, there is no need to rent a house. That loft apartment you had before was not
Is it quite spacious? It has been vacant, so let Yuanyuan live in it. If we find another hour for her, her hand is injured and it will be inconvenient."
"Oh, Grandpa, you also know that Yuanyuan has always been independent. How could she want what I provide her?" Mu Qian said, "I'm not telling you, she, even if she starves to death in a small rental house alone,
He won’t even say a word to me. This temper really worries me to death!”
Huo Qiran immediately became unhappy after hearing this. His black and white eyes were watery, "I don't want Aunt Yuanyuan to move away..."
Mu Qian turned her head and glanced at her son, shrugged and said, "But Aunt Yuanyuan will not live in our house forever."
"Yes!" Huo Qiran said, "Auntie can stay as long as she wants!"
Mu Qian sighed again and was about to reason with her son when Rong Heng, who was sitting opposite her, suddenly put down his chopsticks.
Then, he looked at Mr. Huo calmly and said: "Grandpa, I have disturbed you here for so many days, so it's time for me to leave. My mother has been sending messages about me these days. If I don't go back, she's afraid she will
I broke away from the relationship between mother and son. After dinner, I will pack my things and go back."