After the divorce, the domineering ex-husband was slapped in the face every day

Chapter 359 Can't be immersed in the past

Gu Nanjie was startled, "Mu Mu?!"

Gu Nanting also put down the coffee cup in his hand and stared at Mu Jinhuan, observing her condition.

Mu Jinhuan was no different from when she left the venue. Even her makeup and hair were not messed up, and she still looked delicate and beautiful.

But the silence in those eyes made her whole person look indescribably lifeless.

Gu Nanjie was heartbroken and followed suit step by step.

"Jin Huan, are you okay?"

Mu Jinhuan looked at her two brothers.

For a long time, a smile appeared on the corners of Yin Hong's lips, stiff and tired.

"It's okay, big brother and second brother. Thank you for waiting for me. I'm tired. I'll go up and rest first. You can do it yourself."

After saying that, Mu Jinhuan went straight up the stairs.

Gu Nanting sighed silently.

Gu Nanjie's heart tightened instantly and he quickly followed his sister's pace.

"Mumu, it's still early now. Why don't you chat with the eldest brother and the second brother for a while before going to bed?"

Gu Nanjie showed a big smile, raised his hand and put his arm around Mu Jinhuan's shoulders, "We haven't gotten together for a long time, otherwise I'll call Nan Jue back, so we brothers and sisters can get together properly?"

Mu Jinhuan could barely maintain her smile, but she didn't want Gu Nanjie to worry about her, so she could only hold her lips together and whisper, "It's all fine, I'll listen to you."

Gu Nanjie took Mu Jinhuan and sat down on the sofa in the living room. He turned a deaf ear to Mu Jinhuan's cold attitude and chatted about the past with interest.

"I was just chatting with my eldest brother about my childhood."

"Do you remember when I was climbing a persimmon tree when I was a kid? I lost my balance and fell down. I even crushed Uncle Cheng's sprinkler and soaked my pants. You and Nan Jue laughed at me because I peed my pants. remember?"

This incident is Gu Nanjie's biggest dark history. At that time, Gu Nanjue and Mu Jinhuan even took photos as souvenirs, used them to threaten Gu Nanjie, and acted as errands for them.

Gu Nanjie was so angry that while Gu Nanjue and Mu Jinhuan were taking a nap, he poured a glass of water for each of them on the bed.

After they woke up, they thought they had peed their pants. They were too embarrassed to let the servants and parents know about it, so they had an idea and hid the sheets in Gu Nanjie's room.

This went back and forth, there were several rounds of pranks, and it lasted for a month.

No matter who mentioned it later, even Gu Nanting, who always kept his emotions secret, couldn't help laughing when he thought about it.

Mu Jinhuan looked at Gu Nanjie, remembering that time when she was a child, and the silence in her eyes faded a little.

But it was only for a moment, and she couldn't help but feel heartache again.

Unspeakable sadness welled up in my heart.

If only I had always been as carefree as when I was a child, if only I had never met Mo Huainan.

Seeing the changing emotions in Mu Jinhuan's eyes, Gu Nanjie took advantage of the victory and pursued her with a coaxing tone.

"Have you eaten? You've been busy today. How about I ask Uncle Cheng to make braised pork? Or if you have anything else you want to eat, my eldest brother and I will take you out to eat - "

"elder brother."

Mu Jinhuan suddenly spoke, her voice a little hoarse.

The corners of her eyes curled up, and she tried hard to endure the sourness in her nose, and said in a low voice: "I'm fine, don't worry. I just want to go upstairs and have a rest."

Gu Nanjie wanted to say something else, but he heard Gu Nanting cough lightly from downstairs.

He subconsciously turned around and saw Gu Nanting frowning at him and shaking his head slightly.

Gu Nanjie swallowed the words when they reached his lips.

Mu Jinhuan had already stood up and left, and her thin back disappeared at the end of the stairs.

"Brother," Gu Nanjie went downstairs and came to Gu Nanting's side feeling a little disappointed for no reason, "Are you just going to let Jin Huan digest it on her own? What if-"

The second half of Gu Nanjie's words faded into silence.

After a long time, Gu Nanting said in a low voice, "I'll go and talk to her." He didn't rush upstairs, but went to the kitchen, made a bowl of noodles with his own hands, and brought it upstairs.

Arriving at Mu Jinhuan's door, Gu Nanting knocked on the door, his voice gentle and low, "Mu Mu, open the door for brother."

After a while, Mu Jinhuan's voice sounded, probably through the door. It sounded a bit muffled, "Brother, I want to sleep now."

Gu Nanting slowed down his tone and said, "I made the noodles for you with my own hands. How can I give you some face?"

After a few seconds, the door opened.

Mu Jinhuan looked at Gu Nanting's slightly smiling eyes with a little helplessness, and finally looked at the bowl he was holding in his hand.

A warm current surged in her heart, and she made way for Gu Nanting to come in.

There was a small bar in Mu Jinhuan's room. Gu Nanting put his face on the bar, looked at Mu Jinhuan who was slowly walking over, and chuckled, "What are you doing standing there?"

Hearing the sound, Mu Jinhuan quickened his pace and sat down in front of the bar.

She looked at the bowl of Yangchun noodles, and the steaming heat made her eyes red.

Gu Nanting rubbed Mu Jinhuan's head and whispered, "Eat quickly."

Mu Jinhuan actually has no appetite at all.

Everything was stuck in my heart, like swallowing a heavy stone.

But this bowl of noodles...

This was the noodle that her mother made for her most often.

Mu Jinhuan's mother came from a good family, and she was pampered at home, like a princess. After marrying her father, she was held in the palm of her hand without touching her fingers.

But she is willing to wash her hands and make soup for her family.

Although my mother was not very talented in cooking, she learned how to make Yangchun noodles through unremitting efforts.

Even so, the side is barely edible, which is very unsatisfactory.

In the past, Mu Jinhuan always said that her noodles were delicious just to save her mother's face and not to make her sad.

But later, she could no longer eat any bowl of Yangchun noodles.

No bowl of Yangchun noodles was as delicious as her mother's.

Mu Jinhuan held back tears, took two bites, and raised her eyes to look at Gu Nanting.

The soreness in her throat made it difficult for her to swallow, and her vision became blurry.

With tears in her eyes, she tugged at the corners of her lips, her voice trembling, "It's so salty, brother... But what you make tastes the same as mom."

Gu Nanting's lips curved slightly, and his eyes flashed with fondness, "Brother's level is not good. But when aunt wakes up, her level may not be as good as before, and her cooking will be even more unpalatable."

Mu Jinhuan burst into laughter, tears streaming down uncontrollably and falling into the bowl.

She almost choked, crying like a child for the first time, and could hardly speak clearly, "Mom, can she still wake up?"

She really wanted to hold her mother and cry in her arms. She also wanted to tell her mother that she had almost had the chance to become a mother, but her baby was gone.

She couldn't live without her mother anymore.

Gu Nanting looked at his sister, and his heart ached.

He wiped away Mu Jinhuan's tears and inadvertently looked to the side, at Mu Jinhuan's bedside.

On the bedside table is a photo of Mu Jinhuan's family.

Gu Nanting's eyes became softer than ever before.

He could not answer Mu Jinhuan's question of whether his aunt would wake up again.

Gu Nanting's consistent rationality told him that this was a very unlikely event.

But he would not watch Mu Jinhuan indulge in the past——

(End of this chapter)