Mrs. Jiang is arrogant

Chapter 672 I'm Here, Don't Be Afraid!
In the room, Muyan was picked up by Jiang Jingheng and let her sit in his arms.

While helping her dress, he said, "Are you hungry? There is your favorite lean meat porridge for breakfast."

Muyan leaned in his arms and didn't speak, her eyes were dull, as if she had no warmth.

After changing his clothes, Jiang Jingheng sat at the dining table with someone in his arms and had breakfast.

He feeds it, Muyan eats it.

After feeding a bowl of porridge, Jiang Jingheng asked, "Are you full?"

Muyan didn't say a word.

Jiang Jingheng said softly, "I won't eat when I'm full."

He picked him up, sat on the bed, and began to pack his things.

He quickly packed the suitcase, walked over and said, "The things are packed, let's go home."

Muyan never looked at him, he was not in a hurry, he carried her to the bed and helped her put on her shoes.

Suddenly, the doorbell rang.

Jiang Jingheng got up to open the door.

Song Chengan stood at the door, took a look inside, and asked, "How is Muyan?"

"Let's go back to the upper city first."

Song Chengan nodded, "I've already arranged the car."

Jiang Jingheng turned around and went back, holding Muyan with one hand and the suitcase with the other.

Song Chengan watched Muyan walk past him expressionlessly, and her heart sank slightly. In the past, she would definitely greet him and call him Brother Song.

In this short night, how did people become so lifeless?
Muyan is definitely not able to go back by plane in this situation, otherwise if someone sees it, it will definitely cause an uproar.

Along the way, Song Chengan was in charge of driving, and Jiang Jingheng sat in the back to accompany Muyan.

Muyan sleeps most of the time, when she wakes up, she just looks out of the window, wondering what she was thinking.

It takes seven or eight hours to drive from Shencheng to Shangcheng. Fortunately, it is not a holiday and there is no traffic jam.

At about eight o'clock in the evening, I returned to the villa.

Jiang Jingheng got out of the car with Muyan in his arms, and walked towards the gate, while Song Chengan was carrying the suitcase behind.

Putting him on the big bed in the bedroom, Jiang Jingheng said softly, "I'll get you a glass of water, you stay in the room for a while."

Muyan looked forward, as if she didn't hear it, and didn't give him a look.

Jiang Jingheng kissed her on the forehead, turned around and left.

Song Chengan stood in the living room downstairs, saw him coming down, and asked, "What's going on with her?"

"She has autism in the first place, and she was stimulated by seeing the uncle and nephew of the dealer yesterday."

Song Chengan recalled the previous rumor about depression, because Muyan knew Xu Yachong, so they naturally wouldn't believe that she was ill.

But thinking about it now, when did Muyan and Xu Yachong have such a good relationship, and the place where they met was the clinic?

"Then what should we do now?" Song Chengan asked.

"Heart disease needs heart medicine."

Song Chengan understood what he meant, nodded and said, "I see, just tell me if you need help."

"Ah."

After a while, Song Chengan left.

Muyan's recent work has to be turned down completely, and he has to explain to the program crew and crew one by one, some are busy.

Afterwards, Jiang Jingheng called Xu Yachong.

"We're back uptown."

"Forget it at night, come over tomorrow morning."

After Jiang Jingheng finished explaining, when he returned to the room, he saw Muyan sitting on the bed with her hands hugging her knees, looking pitiful and helpless.

His heart ached suddenly, and he walked in quickly, put the water glass on the table, and hugged him in his arms.

"Hey, I'm here, don't be afraid."

(End of this chapter)