Mu Yunhan pushed open the courtyard door, and Gu Fenglin walked slowly over and stopped three steps away from her.
"Master is back?" Mu Yunhan smiled bitterly. The distance of three steps was probably the maximum he could bear.
Gu Fenglin nodded and raised his hand to give her a hug but put it down again.
Mu Yunhan knew that he was in trouble, so he took the initiative to go to the main room, chose a place with leeward and sat far away, and told the story again: "I am going back to Shoushan Town tomorrow morning, young master, do you want to come with me?"
Then he said casually: "It just so happens that Brother Tietou and the others are coming tomorrow, so we can drive all the cars back and take back all the things we bought these days."
There were many cars, so he didn't have to squeeze in with her.
Gu Fenglin looked at her silently, while Mu Yunhan's eyes were calm and natural, as if he was just saying a very simple thing without any intention.
Gu Fenglin's mood suddenly became irritable. How much did she know and what was she thinking?
The lingering smell of blood lingered around him like a ghost, forcing his blood to surge, making him feel upset, and he clenched and unclenched his teeth, then unclenched and clenched them again.
Mu Yunhan couldn't wait for Gu Fenglin to answer for a long time. When he looked again, he saw him standing far away from the door, his whole body hidden in the shadow of the lamp, his expression dim and unclear, as if he was about to run away at any time. He sighed silently and comforted him.
He said, "It's okay if you don't want to go. You can look over here for me. Otherwise, all the business will be left to shopkeeper Bai, Jin Fan and others. I'm really worried."
Gu Fenglin was silent for a long time and finally nodded.
The unspeakable feeling of loss hit his heart, and Mu Yunhan raised a smile: "It's getting late, and the young master is not in good health. Please rest early. I'm not feeling well, so I won't care about you tonight, okay?"
Gu Fenglin noticed her change in mood, looked at her deeply, nodded silently, and turned to leave.
Mu Yunhan heard his door closing before she stood up and walked out, asking Xiaomi to bring her hot water.
After cleaning herself, she lay quietly on the bed, trying her best to recall the limited information she had received in Mu Mansion, trying to figure out how her predecessors should handle this situation so that the children of the Gu family could face it naturally.
However, after thinking about it for most of the night, she had to give up in frustration.
After all, she and Gu Yilan only met twice in the beginning, and the rest of the time they communicated through letters, so there was no chance of face-to-face contact on special dates.
Neither Murong nor Grandma mentioned how to deal with this special period.
He was really becoming more and more greedy and could no longer control himself. This was actually very bad. Mu Yunhan sighed and fell into a drowsy sleep.
In another room.
In the darkness, Gu Fenglin walked around the room restlessly. He was already very tired, but he couldn't sleep at all. Whenever he closed his eyes, he couldn't help but think of Mu Yunhan and the sweet fragrance she exuded.
Old Man Gu stood aside with his hands hanging, and said earnestly: "You might as well go live over there in Huanhua Building, you won't be able to survive like this."
Gu Fenglin remained silent and did not answer.
Old Man Gu added: "You want to see her off tomorrow morning, right? She has to have breakfast and pack her things after she gets up. I will inform you right away. It will be in time."
Gu Fenglin angrily grabbed the tea cup on the table and smashed it to the ground.
The teacup shattered at the sound, and Old Man Gu stopped talking and only stayed with him quietly.
After a long time, Gu Fenglin's numb voice came from the darkness: "Uncle, I really hate that my surname is Gu. If I had a previous life, I must have committed a lot of sins."
Old Man Gu choked up and couldn't speak: "Sir, it's not your fault, it's their fault."
Gu Fenglin sneered: "How come it's not my fault? I'm just that scoundrel." (To be continued)