Rong Yan absent-mindedly ate a few mouthfuls, then nodded: "That's right, it's the same as before."

"I've always remembered your favorite taste, so I haven't cooked less dishes for myself in the past few years, just because I'm afraid that the craftsmanship will deteriorate and you don't like it." Mo Xiyan filled a bowl of soup by herself and drank it. What he said seems to be intentional and unintentional.

In short, the speaker has the heart, but the listener has no intention.

Rong Yan ate a few mouthfuls, then put down his chopsticks, picked up a napkin and wiped the corner of his lower lip: "I'm done eating, take your time. I suddenly remembered that there are still some things to deal with, so I will leave first, and I will come to see you when I have time." .”

He stood up and was about to leave the table, but Mo Xiyan put down her chopsticks and pulled him back, "Yan, why don't you stay with me any longer?"

"Xi Yan, I still have something to attend to." He broke her hand and walked out of the restaurant.

Mo Xiyan clung to the back of the chair with one hand, her lips turned white from being bitten. Seeing that he was about to walk out the door, she chased after him unwillingly.

"Yan, wait, I have something for you." After finishing speaking, before he could answer, she turned around and rushed into the guest bedroom.

After waiting for a long time, she didn't see her come out, so Rong Yan impatiently walked towards the guest bedroom, the door was covered and not closed.

Through the crack of the door, he saw Mo Xiyan holding a letter in his hand, with a dull and shocked expression, two lines of tears slid down his face.

It's like turning on the faucet of the water gate, and it can't be stopped.

What's up with her?

Whose letter is it holding?

Rong Yan was puzzled, pushed open the door and stepped in, walked slowly to her, frowned and asked softly: "What's wrong?"

Mo Xiyan trembled all over, and suddenly came back to her senses. The moment her dull eyes met his deep phoenix eyes, big teardrops rolled down, and she couldn't help crying anymore.

With trembling hands, he handed the light green envelope in front of him, "Yan, how could you not see... how could you not see... why did you do this to me, why?!"

She growled uncontrollably, full of accusations and despair, Rong Yan's brows tightened even more, he reached out to take the envelope, opened the envelope with his slender and beautiful fingertips, took out the letter paper inside and opened it to read.

In the next second, the letter slipped, and a shocked expression appeared on that handsome face.

Mo Xiyan threw herself into his arms, hugged him tightly with her arms, and cried hoarsely: "Yan, why didn't you see the letter I left for you before I left? I lied to you when I said I broke up with you. I explained it to you in the letter, let you wait for me, it will be good for four years... You said you would marry me, and I still wear the ring...Why did you marry someone else...Why did you treat me like this?! why why?!!"

There was a fever in Rong Yan's throat, he couldn't say anything, he hugged her slowly with trembling hands, his throat rolled, "Xiyan..."

…………

Lu Momo had a bad cold, and sat on the sofa wrapped in a quilt, watching anime while blowing his nose with a tissue.

In the living room, paper balls and garbage are thrown everywhere, and various takeaway boxes, empty instant noodle boxes and snack bags are piled up on the coffee table.

Luo Anning hated iron and iron while cleaning while educating her, "Lu Momo, how did the party and the people educate you? Isn't it just a bad cold, do you need to make your house look like a garbage dump? "

Sniffing, Lu Momo turned to look at her resentfully, with a heavy nasal voice, "An Xiaoning, I have failed the education of the party and the people. Since I have already failed, I may as well fail to the end."

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