The shadow of the candle flickers red, and the night wind is cold.
Mu Yunhan and Gu Fenglin sat across the table and finished their noodles slowly.
"Alin, what are you hiding from me?" Mu Yunhan wiped his mouth with a handkerchief. When he saw a little soup stain on Gu Fenglin's lips, he wiped it off for him.
Gu Fenglin held her hand and kissed her lips: "Why do you see her?"
"I always feel like you're doing something."
Mu Yunhan frowned: "For Mu Yao, Gu Fengyuan, Meng Jia, they all cut through the mess quickly, as if they can't wait to deal with them all."
"Yes, I'm preparing to get married." Gu Fenglin looked at her and smiled. The candlelight reflected his eyes, which were warm and bright, like a beautiful dream.
"Ha..." Mu Yunhan chuckled and touched his face: "I'm ready."
Neither of them spoke anymore, but stared at each other.
After a long while, Xiaomi poked his head at the door and said a little embarrassedly: "Sir, miss, do you want some more wontons?"
"No, just put the bowl away." Mu Yunhan took back his hand and smiled: "In the blink of an eye, we have known each other for several years, time flies so fast."
"If you don't get married, you will become an old girl." Gu Fenglin said deliberately.
"Aren't you older?" Mu Yunhan replied unceremoniously: "You have gray hair..."
Her voice stopped suddenly, and she leaned over to look at him, her expression gradually becoming serious.
Gu Fenglin was frightened by her expression: "What's wrong?"
"Don't move." Mu Yunhan held his head, took out two white hairs from his temples, and pulled them out with force.
"Why do you have gray hair?" She showed it to him and was very dissatisfied. "Are you staying up late again?"
"No way? I've been sleeping much better recently." Gu Fenglin took the white hair, looked at the light carefully for a moment, and said, "My mother has white hair."
"Young bald head?" Mu Yunhan was hesitant and thought it was unlikely.
When Gu chooses a concubine, she must choose someone who is young and beautiful. If she is young and has gray hair...
"What's wrong with the white hair? She's not the kind with white hair, she just turns gray earlier than others." Gu Fenglin was a little dissatisfied.
Mu Yunhan apologized: "Yes, yes, these extra white hairs are very special."
Gu Fenglin flicked her nose with his finger: "Slick tongue."
Mu Yunhan leaned on his shoulder and laughed softly: "How can you say that I am glib? I am telling the truth. In my eyes, I am not as good as you."
There was a call in the distance, and Qingfeng called outside the door: "Sir."
Mu Yunhan didn't want him to leave, so he said anxiously: "Do you know everything about Su Jiuzhou?"
"I got it, I've ordered people to look for him." Gu Fenglin reached for his cloak and said apologetically: "I have to go. I'll see off Gu Fengyuan tomorrow, and I'll send someone to pick up Mu Yao. From now on, you can handle Mu Yao's affairs.
Don't worry about it."
Mu Yunhan didn't ask him what he had done to Mu Yao, and reluctantly sent him away, chattering to him all the way about how the Mu clan members were protecting her today.
She spoke happily, her eyes sparkling with joy, like a girl who had never experienced anything in the world.
Gu Fenglin looked at her lustfully: "Han Han."
Mu Yunhan raised his head: "I'm here."
Gu Fenglin just looked at her and said nothing.
"Sir?" Qingfeng couldn't help but urge again.
Gu Fenglin took off his cloak and covered Mu Yunhan: "It's cold at night. If you run out without a cloak, you really deserve a beating." (To be continued)