Chapter 125 Do You Miss Me?
Early the next morning, Tang Mowan jumped out of bed and went straight to the rich man's villa.

Fu Bo had just woken up, and was surprised to see her come back so early.

Tang Mowan greeted Uncle Fu, excused himself for forgetting something, and entered the gate.

Seeing that Uncle Fu went to the garden to exercise, she immediately ran along the corridor. The destination was the dressing room that was only opened once because of Shang Jinru.

The door of the dressing room is thick, but it is not locked, and it is difficult to push it. It looks like a professional door lock design.

Pushing open the heavy door is like pushing away the dusty history, and what comes is a breath of memory.

The waxed wooden subway was shining faintly, with clear textures, and the huge floor-to-ceiling glass showed her tense and shocked face from different angles.

In such an empty and huge dressing room, with white painted dressing cabinets and chairs made of scarlet cushions, she didn't close the door, just stood at the door, and felt heavy and out of breath.

After calming down for a while, she walked into the room and scanned the entire room, but after digging through the boxes, she found nothing.

It is clean here, except for a shallow scratch accidentally left on the dressing table, there is no trace.

She stood there slumped, until a faint sneer sounded behind her: "What are you looking for?"

Tang Mowan's body tensed into a thread in an instant, and when she turned her head, she saw Fu Ziyao wearing a patterned pajamas, wearing a large cotton jacket, and wearing indoor cotton slippers, leaning gently on the huge door frame. So slender and thin, and still pale.

The injured hand was hidden under the loose clothes, and the real situation could not be seen.

Tang Mowan was surprised when she came back, while Fu Ziyao sneered at her: "Are you looking for traces about my little aunt?"

She gently but mercilessly revealed the little secret in Tang Mowan's heart. Standing there, Tang Mowan felt that she was in front of Fu Ziyao, like a little hamster that had been laid bare, so transparent that it was almost imperceptible. hide everywhere.

Fu Ziyao walked in with a smile on her lips, but Tang Mowan was shocked when she saw her. She was like a rose with thorns. If she was not careful, Tang Mowan would be bruised all over her body. The blade is full of sharp edges, if you are not careful, you will cut Tang Mowan's blood.

When she walked over, she bumped Tang Mowan's shoulder. Despite being so thin, Tang Mowan staggered several times. She stood in the middle of the room, looking around, facing the east side of the room. The wall next to it seems to be caught in endless nostalgia: "The things about my aunt have already been mentioned by my uncle. It is impossible for him to leave any clues, so it is impossible for you to find them. Don't waste your efforts." .”

Tang Mowan's heart was as blunt as if Ling Chi had been stabbed drop by drop by a knife.

"Do you know what this dressing room is for? It's for my aunt to dance. There was a photo of her dancing in that place..."

"And now, where did the photo go?" Tang Mowan supported the shoulder that was hurt by Fu Ziyao, as if this was the only way he could avoid the fate of being thrown down.

"Now... I put it in my uncle's heart. Sometimes the real entities don't have any meaning. Only those that remain in my heart can become eternal, right?" Fu Ziyao looked at Tang Mowan's eyes changed It was cold, but also full of sympathy, "And you are just a substitute for him to comfort when he feels lonely and empty. To say that he is a substitute is to praise you. How can you compare with the people in my uncle's heart?" Woolen cloth."

Fu Ziyao's last sentence seemed to be muttering to himself, and finally he smiled at himself mockingly: "I'm going to rest, remember to lock the door when I leave."

"Wait." Before Fu Ziyao turned and left the dressing room, Tang Mowan heard his vague question, "Why two years?"

Fu Ziyao was stunned, and looked back at her with infinite sympathy in his eyes: "If you want to know, you can ask my uncle yourself, but what is certain is that you are not in the plan for two years later. .”

Fu Ziyao didn't give Tang Mowan a definite answer, but he made a deep gash in Tang Mowan's heart without any trace, and let the blood overflow there, watching her slowly hurt.

Tang Mowan didn't know how he left the villa and how he returned to school.

In fact, it doesn't matter what the answer is, what matters is the result.What Fu Ziyao said was quite right. In Fu Shaoqian's plans for the next two years, she did not exist.

Fu Shaoqian sent her a message, but she deleted it without replying.She is like a rose that has been drained of water, withering rapidly.

How would she fight and fight with a woman who had taken root in his heart.

It turned out that it wasn't that he didn't know how to love, it wasn't that he didn't like women, but that he had sealed all his feelings on a woman who had been away for two years.

Maybe Fu Ziyao was right, she was just a consolation during his emotional emptiness, a dispensable substitute for him to kill his leisure time when he was lonely and bored.

In the past six months, all kinds of entanglements between her and Fu Shaoqian suddenly made Tang Mowan feel more tired than ever before.

Their life circles are originally two parallel lines that have nothing to do with each other, and there is no way to have any intersection. No matter how hard she or he tries to integrate into each other's circles, the result is still like Zhou Yumeng said, people who are not from the same world after all.

Lying on the bed with your head covered, it would be great if you could not fall asleep like this.

She turned her mobile phone to silent and slept for eighteen hours.

Zhou Yumeng was afraid that she would get sick, so he climbed onto Ruan Yumiao's bed at the head of the bed next to her, and pulled her tightly covered quilt through the iron bars: "At the end of the night, wake up, wake up..."

The quilt was pulled down without warning, and the white light still pierced Tang Mowan's eyes tightly closed, and subconsciously covered her with the quilt again, but her haggard face and red and swollen eyes still gave Zhou Yumeng a big jump: " Mowan, what are you doing, why are your eyes so swollen, are you crying?"

Tang Mowan murmured twice, and shook his head: "No, I read a novel while lying in bed last night, and I was very moved. Maybe I cried, and I can't remember. Leave me alone, let me Sleep a little longer."

"You don't even need to check what time it is. You've been asleep for so long, just reading a novel. Do you need to work so hard? Get up quickly, let's go eat." Zhou Yumeng insisted on getting Tang Mowan out of bed pull up.

Tang Mowan couldn't hold her back, so she agreed to get up and go to dinner with her.

Standing in front of the mirror in the bathroom, Tang Mowan curled his lips in disgust as he looked at himself with unkempt hair, red and swollen eyes, and his entire face looked swollen.

She really didn't remember crying, but now her eyes were sore and swollen, but she really couldn't hide the traces of crying. Even when she just got out of bed, she touched it casually and found that the pillow towel was wet.

Did she cry all night in her dream?

Zhou Yumeng knocked on the door outside, and Tang Mowan patted his face. After forcing himself to smile, he put his hair up and tied it into a flower bud. He looked very energetic.

Opening the door, Zhou Yumeng was already there sighing: "It's just reading a novel. Look at you. When you walk out like this, people think you've lost love and cried all night."

Tang Mowan was silent and opened the door, only to see Zhang Xiaoman from the next room coming out.

Zhou Yumeng greeted happily. Zhang Xiaoman saw that Tang Mowan's face was unnatural for a moment, but he quickly regained his composure and asked, "Are you going to eat too?"

"Yes," Zhou Yumeng said, "You go too? Let's go together then."

Zhang Xiaoman nodded, and they went to the red house downstairs to eat rice noodles together. Zhou Yumeng saw that there were more people in line in front, so he said, "You two go sit and take a seat, and I will line up. When the time is ready, I will call you to come and get it."

Tang Mowan nodded, and Zhang Xiaoman sat down opposite her.Tang Mowan was not in high spirits, and her speech seemed listless. Zhang Xiaoman stared at her swollen eyes, and asked with concern: "Mowan, what's wrong with you? You look so bad? Are you talking to..." What she wanted to say, because she remembered Fu Shaoqian quietly swallowed that warning.

Tang Mowan looked at Zhang Xiaoman and thought of her past with Shen Nanfeng. Wasn't it also because of the wrong household that she encountered opposition from her family and ended up without a problem and lost the innocent life of a child in vain?When I think of this, my heart feels so uncomfortable that I can't help myself.

Tang Mowan didn't expect that he would become sympathetic with her so soon.

"Hey, it's nothing." Tang Mowan sighed, after all, he didn't want to say anything more.

As soon as the mobile phone on the table was turned on, there were several text messages and several missed calls.

Thinking of Peng Yuan in the hospital, she couldn't help but feel guilty, but there was no such person in these text messages and phone calls, and her mood was a little low.

Only then did I realize that he had sent a text message yesterday, but he didn't reply.

Just thinking about it, the phone suddenly buzzed and vibrated.

As soon as she saw the long number above, she knew exactly who was calling.

The phone kept ringing, she hesitated to answer it, Zhang Xiaoman looked at her strangely, she pursed her lips, but Zhou Yumeng shouted there: "Okay, Xiaoman, come and help me carry it."

Zhang Xiaoman said, I'll go there first, and when Tang Mowan looked at his phone again, the vibration had stopped, and there was only a missed call notification on the shining screen.

Holding the phone, she struggled inwardly. Zhou Yumeng and Zhang Xiaoman had already brought rice noodles, so she had no choice but to put the phone away first.

Eating rice noodles absently, I heard Zhang Xiaoman say, "At the end of the night, I recently submitted a few resumes to find a job. If you are free, can you accompany me to the interview."

"Interview? Okay." Tang Mowan replied with a slight smile. She ate a few mouthfuls, but found that she had no appetite. No matter how delicious the food was in her mouth, it was tasteless. Thinking about the call on her phone, she put it down Chopsticks stood up, "I feel a little uncomfortable in my stomach, Yumeng, Xiaoman, I'll go back to the dormitory first, you guys eat slowly."

Well, she just doesn't have any backbone. As soon as she returned to the dormitory, she sent him a message carefully: Last night, the phone ran out of battery, and I forgot to charge it. I went to eat again just now, and now I just went back to the dormitory to charge it up. Dian, have you finished your work yet?
Soon, a text message came back, with a short "um" followed by a sentence, how is your mother.

Fortunately, Tang Mowan replied, it's a little serious, but the operation has been done and the steel plates have been put on, and now he has to stay in bed to recuperate.

oh.His answers are always so short.She wanted to make a call, but she was afraid that her voice would betray her truest emotions, so she desperately suppressed it.

But the finger subconsciously sent out the edited text message: Are you tired from work?When will you come back?
This time, the phone was silent for a long time without replying.Tang Mowan thought that she was taking too much control, and her heart was astringent. Suddenly, the screen turned on again. Staring at the short words on the top of the screen, she was surrounded by two emotions of joy and distress, subconsciously biting My nails were filled with sadness and sweetness, and finally I couldn't help but laugh out foolishly.

Did you miss me?On the screen, there are only these five short words.But for no reason, she imagined what it was like when he sent this text message.Is it because he was also choosing his words carefully, so it took so long?

What would it be like if the words came out of his own mouth?

Tang Mowan held her mobile phone and fell into deep thinking and conjecture.But the most urgent task now is how to respond, do you want to, or don't want to?

I wanted to say no, but in the end I still listened to my inner voice, but the answer was more subtle: a little bit.

Think a little bit or don't want a little bit?This time he asked quickly.

Tang Mowan really didn't know how to speak, this time it really took a long time, and his body seemed to be in a war again, sweetness and sadness followed each other, and then, his call came again.

She was afraid that he would hang up again after a long time, so she had to pick it up quickly, but at the same time, she hid her emotions very quickly, so she just gave a hello, and Fu Shaoqian was already asking over there: "Why did it take so long to answer the phone?"

"No, I've picked it up right away."

"Yeah, it feels like a long time."

"No way." Her fingers were wrapped around a string of tasseled wind chimes hanging beside the bed, listening to the melodious sound of the bells, well, she was still bewitched by his deep, hoarse male voice, and a smile appeared on her lips unconsciously .

"Then let's talk about it, what does that little bit mean." His soft voice was close at hand, like a feather gently stirring her ears, making her heart itch.

Tang Mowan began to pretend to be stupid: "What a little bit."

Fu Shaoqian's smile seemed to come faintly: "If you forget, I don't mind reminding you again, do you miss me a little bit or miss me a little bit?"

Suddenly her heartbeat missed two beats, Tang Mowan looked at her blushing face reflected in the small round mirror hanging on the desk, and suddenly felt that she was really disappointing, but she still couldn't restrain this sweet impulse .

The book says: Impulse is a powerless emotion. When you are emotionally impulsive, you will do things that make you regret. Maybe the high interest in the previous second will lead to regret in the next moment. Impulse is the devil, and often Turn your life into purgatory.

She didn't know whether her future life would turn into purgatory, but she didn't regret the impulse at this moment. She heard herself say willfully: "If you can appear in front of me immediately, I will tell you, I don't have a little miss you."

I really really miss you.

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(End of this chapter)

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