Frowning deeply, he walked forward slowly, and asked in a cold voice with some displeasure and impatience: "Mu Wanqing, it's late at night, you don't go home, you don't go to the ward to take care of your son, what are you doing sitting here?!"

Admire Fan worked hard to suppress the extreme impatience and anger, and when she called Mu Wanqing's name for the fifth time, she regained consciousness in a trance.

Sitting in the same posture for a long time, Mu Wanqing felt her whole body was so stiff that she couldn't even move her fingers.

Turning her head to look hard and slowly, the moment she looked up, she could clearly see Admiral Fan's profound, stylish, handsome face, which made all women crazy and fascinated, reflecting the dim and hazy orange color in the garden The street lamp is even more beautiful, like a male protagonist who walked out of an anime.

Mu Wanqing was in a trance. She wanted to say something, but her mouth couldn't move. She tried her best to want it to happen, but her lips trembled faintly.

Yang Mifan seemed to be getting more and more impatient with her, and seemed to be getting more and more disgusted with her. He just waited for a while, then dropped a word, and walked away without looking back.

He said disgustedly: "Since you love to sit here, just sit here. If you sit here to death, no one will frown."

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That day, Mu Wanqing cried all the way to the villa next to Huixi Shangyuan. .

Even she herself didn't know why she was crying so badly, and she couldn't stop her tears no matter what.

At ten o'clock in the evening in the early winter, it was very cold, Mu Wanqing hunched over her thin and frail body, like a lonely ghost, wandering the streets and alleys of City A.

The night is deep and dark, reflecting the dim street lamps, like an endless icehouse, so cold that there is no temperature at all.

Mu Wanqing walked staggeringly, hearing the sound of vehicles speeding past "Hula~Hula", she was suddenly taken aback, she didn't know where she was going, she only vaguely felt that what she said in admiration Fan seemed to be It's not the first time I've told her.

When was the first time you said those words to her? !

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Mu Wanqing didn't know how she got back to the villa, or when she arrived, she only knew that she had a high fever.

My whole body was sore, sore and limp, and my head felt like it was about to explode.

She was lying on the bed, like a shrimp that had been cruelly stripped of its protective shell, curled up on the bed dripping with blood, shivering.

She was so hot that she couldn't tell whether she was hallucinating or dreaming.

The whole night, her mind was full of thoughts. In the winter when she was 15 years old, she quarreled with Yang Mufan for the first time. After running out in anger, she hid on a bench in the street.

That day, there was light rain and light snow in the sky. The pure white snowflakes floated on her eyelashes, mixed with her tears, and dripped together.

When Yang Mufan came out to look for her, it was already ten o'clock in the evening.She looked at him with tears in his eyes, who was wearing black winter clothes, standing in the thick foggy winter night, looking unusually tall and straight...

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