Charming Wife: The Cold Young Man is Hard to Hold

It was late at night. Mu Haitang was lying in bed sleepless. Lin Anyue's laughter lasted for a long time. It was not easy until 11 o'clock that Leng Shaoxuan sent her back.

Mu Haitang turned sideways and looked at the lead gray sky. Recently, she suddenly formed the habit of sleeping without pulling the curtains, because the starry sky inexplicably can give her a sense of security. It is so vast, as if it can accommodate all sadness and become the company of everyone.

The evening wind came in from the open window and kept stirring the gauze curtains outside.

She has an illusion, as if she is also like the light blue gauze curtain. When it is gently blown by the wind, she loses her weight and floats boundlessly in the night sky.

She blinked in the dark and thought a lot. She was unable to change the status quo and could only find herself a little bit. Since she wanted to make efforts, the first thing she could do was to pick up the cello skills again.

How can she start over? Just after asking herself this question, a person's name suddenly appeared in her mind. Her former cello teacher, Fu Ming.

Fu Ming has taught her to play the cello since she was 15. She didn't continue to be her teacher until she entered the University. If she can get her help, she will return to the right track faster.

She made up her mind, and her nervous heart began to calm down. People became relaxed and sleepy. Before she fell asleep, she heard the engine sound in the driveway in front of the door. The wild and familiar sound should be Leng Shaoxuan's home.

She vaguely thought that no matter how close Lin Anyue and Leng Shaoxuan were, after all, they had not crossed the line and had not cheated in marriage. She thought with self mockery that this was the bottom line of her low to dust.

The next morning, Mu Haitang woke up early. When she went downstairs for breakfast, Leng Shaoxuan had not gone out yet.

He was wearing his dark blue Nightgown, loosely tied, lazy and comfortable. He was sitting in his exclusive position eating breakfast, sliding the iPad on the table with his other hand and browsing the news. It seems that he is not too busy today.

Mu Haitang has an impulse to turn around and go back to his room, but because she is going to visit Fu Ming today, she has just made an appointment with her. She has to be early, so she can only keep going.

She bowed her head, did not go to see her husband, and silently sat in the farthest position from him. Sister Lin brought her breakfast, a glass of milk, an egg pancake and her favorite Beef Fried Bun. These were made by sister Lin herself in the early morning.

After Mu Haitang whispered his thanks, he was about to pick up the fried bag and send it to his mouth, but Leng Shaoxuan suddenly said, "why didn't I?"

Mu Haitang was startled, and the fried bag held on his chopsticks fell back into the plate. She looked up at Leng Shaoxuan blankly and asked, "what don't you have?" she just asked the exit, and saw Leng Shaoxuan's eyes staring at the plate in front of her.

Mu Haitang blinked and thought he was wrong. He hesitated and asked, "do you want my fried bag?"

Leng Shaoxuan didn't answer, but his eyes moved to sister Lin.

Sister Lin was also surprised and asked in an explanatory way, "young master, don't you have provisions for breakfast?" she motioned to the plate in front of Leng Shaoxuan, "it's all made according to your requirements."