365 days of hidden marriage: Mr.Jiang, high-profile spoil!

Mu Yan was silent. The door of the elevator opened and she took the lead to go out.

Lin Jiamu's voice came from behind, "Mu Yan, I know you can't forget the past, but if you do, will your mother be happy in heaven?"

Mu Yan stopped, looked back at him and asked, "can the dead really see the living world?"

Lin Jiamu didn't answer because no one knew the answer.

Mu Yan shook his head at him. "When I was young, I felt that dreams were the most important. I was willing to be desperate for dreams. When I was old, I found that my dreams were often the accomplishment of others. I understood it too late."

"Mu Yan, you..."

Mu Yan smiled, "I'm fine. I just want to say, I know what I'm doing. Thank you."

She nodded at him, turned and strode out.

Lin Jiamu was about to catch up when his cell phone rang.

He took it out and saw that it was Qin Xi.

"Isn't Mu Yan nearby?" She asked.

"No."

"I tell you, take her to a romantic place for dinner at night. She doesn't get it. You can't and don't get it. Men should take the initiative..."

Lin Jiamu's face sank. "Are you sick?" He just hung up.

He looked forward with more dignity.

In the car, Qin Xi looked at the hung up phone and was very angry. He complained to the people next to him, "look at Lin Jiamu. I'm kind enough to give him advice. What's his attitude?"

"Baby, don't be angry. If you are angry, you won't be beautiful." The man's voice is full of spoil.

Qin Xi smiled and held his arm. "Brother Lu, you're still good."

Mu Yan took a taxi on the roadside and went directly back to Jinxiu Huating villa.

She entered the gate and found no one in the living room. She wondered, did she go out?

She took her bag and walked directly upstairs. Just up to the middle, she felt a line of sight falling on herself.

Mu Yan's back cooled. As soon as he looked up, he saw someone standing at the entrance of the stairs on the second floor.

She breathed a sigh of relief and was speechless. "Why are you always so haunted and scary."

"I'm hungry. I want to go downstairs and find something to eat." Jiang Jingheng said faintly.

Mu Yan remembered that he didn't order takeout for him in the afternoon and asked, "aren't you hungry until now?"

"What do you say?" Jiang Jingheng glanced at her.

Mu Yan looked at him suspiciously, "then why don't you call me?"

"I'm afraid to disturb you and play with your friends." Jiang Jingheng said faintly, walked down the stairs directly, crossed her and went down.

Mu Yan felt funny, "what's the matter?"

"Oh, I can call you anytime after that?" Jiang Jingheng looked back at her.

Mu Yan nodded subconsciously, "of course, no problem."

Jiang Jingheng picked it up on the tip of his eyes and fainted with a smile in his peach blossom eyes, "then I remember."

He turned around, went down the stairs and went to the living room.

Mu Yan didn't think much about the meaning of his words. He ran after him, saw him go to the kitchen and said, "why don't I order takeout now."

"No, I made soup. Come and have soup." Jiang Jingheng went into the kitchen.

Mu Yan was stunned. The cooking pot was broken. The soup pot was still intact. There was no problem.

So she worried all afternoon. Isn't it a little silly?

When she entered the kitchen, she saw Jiang Jingheng serving soup and immediately said, "I'll come."

"Get out and don't get in the way here." Jiang Jingheng frowned.

Mu Yan, "..."

Who's in the way.