Flash marriage sweet wife: Mr.Mu, hard to serve

Hearing the name of "Wenjing", Mu Yuxing's look changed.

"I'll be with you tonight."

"Did you quarrel with Wenjing?" Mousse picked her eyebrows.

Mu Yuxing didn't answer. She pushed her wheelchair in and changed the topic. "I'll make you something to eat to see how thin you are."

Mousse pouted and looked at her brother anxiously.

Why does she think her brother is thin too

After dinner in the evening, Mu Yuxing and Song Yu are having a video meeting.

Mu Sisi heard Song Yu's voice and couldn't help choking for a moment.

Standing at the door of the study, she covered her mouth and didn't let herself make a little noise.

But she missed Song Yu and wanted to see him.

Until the end of the video, mousse's cry broke out uncontrollably.

She was trapped by Zhou for seven days, and every day was a torment for her.

Mu Yu walks over and gently pats Mu Sisi's shoulder to comfort her.

"Sisi, I'll be fine in a few days. My brother has been here, eh?" He went down the tunnel.

Musisi has been nodding, want to see Song Yu's idea in crazy breeding, to suppress, so difficult.

"Brother, don't go these days." Mousisi looked at him with hazy eyes.

"My brother will be with you."

Coax Mu Sisi to sleep, Mu Yuxing just left his sister's bedroom, back to the study, he stood in front of the French window, his head is full of gentle and delicate appearance.

Take out a cigarette, he lit clip in the fingertips, but miss not only did not restrain, but more and more spread.

After a while, he pinched out the cigarette ends and left the old house. He drove back to mujiawan.

Familiar with the car just came out of a small area.

He was wearing a pure white dress with long hair on his shoulders. His facial features were vague in the dark, but this profile was the woman he had been thinking about.

He clenched the steering wheel, and his eyes glowed.

Looking at Wen Jing getting into a taxi, he stepped on the accelerator and followed him not far or near.

Half an hour later, the taxi stopped at the f gate. Mu Yuxing's eyes fell on the thin figure. Until she completely left his sight, he drove back to mujiawan.

Turn on the light, what you see is three dishes and one soup on the table.

It doesn't sell very well. At first glance, it's a quiet cooking.

Probably because it's been put for a long time, there's no fragrance.

Next to them are two bowls and two pairs of chopsticks. Mu Yuxing can think that Wenjing should be the dinner prepared for him.

It's just, why didn't she inform him.

Mu Yuxing pursed his thin lips, sat down with his long body and picked up his chopsticks.

He tasted every dish carefully. Although it was cold, he ate it slowly and chewed it slowly until he finished all the dishes.

Close your eyes, the heaviness of your eyes flashed by.

……

A week later, Mrs. Ling's funeral was held in the cemetery in the western suburbs.

Wen Jing goes back to Lin's house first, and then goes with Lin Wei.

Her face was so haggard that Lin Wei found it at a glance.

"What about Yu Xing? Why didn't he come back with you? " Lin Wei asked unexpectedly.

Smell speech, the facial expression of Wen Jing is stiff stiff, pursed lips to have not spoken for a long time.

"Xiaojing, tell mom what happened?" Lin Wei stops, the bottom of the eye pain floating.

She had already noticed the abnormality of gentleness.

"It's OK. Dr. Mu is too busy recently. I haven't contacted him for a long time." His voice was soft and quiet.

She did not even meet Mu Yuxing this week and called once.

He must be beside Ling Yao.

I'm afraid she'll only disturb him when she goes to him.

Thinking of this, the sour heart continues to spread.

"Yu line that child has been busy, before can not see him like this, you make uncomfortable?"

He looked down and shook his head.

"Mom, let's go."

Lin Wei is even more worried. It's just about two young people. I'm afraid she can't get involved.

Cemetery.

Lin Wei and Wen Jing came just at the right time, and they are not familiar with Mrs. Ling. However, Lin Wei and Mrs. Ling have some friendship, and Lin Wei's eyes can't help reddening.

Wen Jing stood at the back. As soon as she raised her eyes, the familiar figure suddenly ran into the bottom of her eyes.

He is Next to Ling Yao.

Black clothes and black pants, the whole person's aura is a bit chilly, people dare not close.

Suddenly, that pair of deep eyes raised, so across the crowd on her line of sight.

The gentle and quiet blinks an eye, the corner of the mouth slowly evokes a kind of satirical radian.

No longer looking at him, she held her mother and stood quietly in front of Mrs. Ling's tombstone.

When I turned around, I didn't know Ling Yu was right behind me and almost ran into Ling Yu's arms.Ling Yu gentlemanly supported her, gentle slightly back some distance.

"Mrs. Lin, Wen Jing, thank you for coming." Ling Yu's attitude is respectful.

"Ling Yu, I'm sorry." Lin Wei said in a deep voice.

Ling Yu nodded slowly, his mood was much more restrained, but the sadness in his eyes was still too strong to cover up.

Two people didn't stay long, Lin Wei looked at Mu Yuxing not far away, and looked at the gentle and quiet around, sighed.

"Do you want to talk to Mu Yu?" The daughter is always so depressed, her mother looks very distressed.

Wenjing pause, cherry lips slightly pursed, did not shake his head, did not nod.

Stiff in situ, Mu Yuxing has come towards her.

Lin Wei gets on the bus first. Wen Jing looks at Mu Yuxing step by step. She is a little angry and turns around to go.

She really I can't guess what the man thinks.

Is it because of the death of Mrs. Ling that he has been so close to Ling Yao recently?

Why didn't he even explain to her.

Between them What happened.

Wenjing hates it. The relationship between them is not clear.

"Come back with me later." Mu Yuxing's deep voice rang out.

Wen Yan, Wen Jing slightly raised her eyes, and her lips gave a cold smile. "Mr. mu, you'd better go back with Miss Ling."

"Quiet." Mu Yuxing frowned.

"Don't call me that." Wenjing turned and left.

In the face of Mu Yuxing, she can't help being soft hearted.

She doesn't like This kind of self.

The next second, Mu Yuxing has clasped her wrist, Wenjing staggered a few steps, the whole person was held by him to his arms.

She couldn't help being infatuated with the familiar atmosphere.

She really missed him.

It's just that she's resistant, too.

"Quiet, what did you just call me?" Mu Yuxing's voice was cold.

Deep eyes are cold and frightening.

Gentle but undaunted to look at him, at the moment, looking at his deep eyes, down printed with a small her.

She repeated sarcastically, "Mr. mu."

"Quiet, you are angry with me." Mu Yuxing's tone is almost affirmative.

"I didn't." Push him away gently and forcefully.

But where is mu Yuxing's opponent? Instead, he hugs him more and more tightly.