I Love My Sweet Neighbor

Mu Qingtian walked to the door without a word and walked to Long Yue. Behind him, Mu Qiaoyang whispered to Mu Huanjiang, "Look, our big brother's relationship with women is so complicated."

Mu Huanjiang's poker face was still expressionless, "Is that what you want to say? I think you'll have more to say when you see Long Yue than your brother."

Mu Qiaoyang didn't expect mu huanjiang to ask him back like this. A trace of displeasure flashed across his face.

"My business is complicated."

"Really? Is it so complicated that no one can see it clearly?"

Mu Qiaoyang was speechless again.

The relationship between Mu Qiaoyang and Long Yue was really complicated. But it wasn't so complicated that no one could understand it. The truth is exactly the opposite. Everyone understood their grudges.

Mu Qiaoyang and Long Yue, one unrequited love, the other unrequited love.

But the object of unrequited love is different.

Mu Qingtian walked up to Long Yue.

"You came to see me? What's the matter? What's wrong with the company?"

"If it wasn't for the company, couldn't I come to you?"

Long Yue asked, but Mu Qingtian chose to remain silent. He let Long Yue into the company, and it was Long Yue's ability that mattered. Not the relationship with Long Yue, not because Long Yue was his first love. Mu Qingtian always kept a clear distinction between public and private affairs.

Long Yue's eyes drifted and he looked around at everything in the box. Retro decorations, vintage furnishings, and familiar music can always evoke some memories that have settled in the heart.

"The atmosphere here is really good." Long Yue said this out of nowhere.

"This is Qiao Yang's shop."

"I know. He had a gift for this. What a surprise. When I was abroad, he told me to open a restaurant. I still think he's imagining things. I didn't expect him to succeed. Oh, I'm talking about the sichuan restaurant overseas. It's not clear whether this is a success or not."

Mu Qingtian looked back at Qiao Yang, "You know him better than I do. I think you've been with him for so long and experienced so much. You guys are more suitable."

Long Yue raised her hand and twirled her hair at her temples, "I've been with you longer and I've experienced more."

Mu Qingtian smiled awkwardly, his face not very good.

"What the hell are you looking for me for?"

"It's nothing. Actually, I know that qiao yang has opened such a theme restaurant recently. It's not bad. The theme of the past is also appropriate. Tonight, I went to your house and found that the lights were not on. I was wondering where you were going. After thinking about it, I don't think you have anywhere to go. I just wanted to try my luck here. I actually saw you."

"Really? You went to my house. Well, if I had known, I wouldn't have lived on the first floor." Mu Qingtian chuckled. There was no direct response from Long Yue.

Long Yue tilted his head and looked up and down at Mu Qingtian with his smoky eyes, "I heard you had a fight with Yun Zhuran. You guys don't have any women around you, and your clothes are all wrinkled."

Long Yue reached out and wanted to tidy up Mu Qingtian's clothes. Mu Qingtian took a step back and avoided Long Yue's hand.

Long Yue paused, his hand in midair.

"Long Yue, don't do this. I'm married."

"You're married. I know."

Long Yue tried to squeeze out a smile. It was a bitter smile, and her eyes were glistening with tears.

"Qingtian, isn't your sea mine?"

Long Yue's eyes were fixed on the ceiling so that tears wouldn't fall.

Mu Qingtian's face was not that good either. He took another step back, "Maybe. But here, isn't this sea also you? You are also Qiao Yang's sea. That's what I meant. You and Qiao Yang..."

"Enough." Long Yue turned around and turned his back to Mu Qingtian. "Today is my busy day. I came here to see you. I can't get in touch, I'm just worried. There was no other meaning. Since you're fine, I'm relieved. Okay. I'm leaving. I have to go to work tomorrow. I have to go to bed early. Don't call me."

With that, Long Yue lifted his leg and left.

Ke Ke was just about to come in. Long Yue didn't see her at all. He rushed over and almost knocked her down.

She ran out in one breath and stood on the side of the road, holding the billboard in her hand, bending over and panting. Sweat came out of his temples and forehead.

One hand reached out, holding a handkerchief in his hand.

"Wipe your sweat. It's getting cold. You'll catch a cold."

That hand was too familiar to her. In Long Yue's most difficult years, that hand appeared countless times.

That hand was holding her, holding her, holding her.

That hand belonged to a man named Mu Qiaoyang.

Long Yue was grateful, but that was just gratitude, not love. Even if it was just for a second, he had never loved him.

Maybe it was because they grew up together. They were too familiar. Long Yue always thought of Mu Qiaoyang as his younger brother, never as a man. In that case, how could she love him like a man?

Somehow, Mu Qiaoyang came to Long Yue's side. Mu Qiaoyang took a step forward and sent the handkerchief forward. "Wipe the sweat off," he said softly, still as if it were a spring breeze."

Long Yue managed to catch his breath, straightened his back, and hit Mu Qiaoyang's hand to the side. The handkerchief in Mu Qiaoyang's hand fell to the ground.

"Why?" With a look of regret on his face, Mu Qiaoyang picked up the handkerchief from the ground and tossed it back into his pocket.

"I'm sorry." Long Yue apologized.

"Nothing. I never get angry with you." Mu Qiaoyang looked at Long Yue kindly.

Long Yue said, "Qiao Yang, I've told you many times. I won't accept you."

Mu Qiaoyang immediately replied, "I've answered it many times. I'll wait, slowly. Until one day, you understand my heart and come back to me..."

"Back to you? When have I ever been by your side?"

"Sorry. My days abroad were too impressive for me. I didn't express myself properly. I just want to speak my mind."

"No need. You don't have to say it. I don't need anything. Because I don't want to hear it."

A taxi stopped behind him.

Long Yue opened the door and got in. The taxi drove away.

It's windy. It's cold.

How can the winter wind not be cold? However, this coldness was nothing compared to the coldness in Mu Qiaoyang's heart.

He stood alone in the cold wind for a long time. Finally, he turned around, lowered his head, and headed back dejectedly.

As soon as he looked up, he saw Mu Qingtian in front of him.

"Brother, how long have you been here?"

"I came out with you." Mu Qingtian pointed to a spot behind him. "I was there. I didn't come over."

Mu Qiaoyang smiled awkwardly, "You probably saw me just now. It's funny, isn't it?"

To be fair, Mu Qingtian really wanted Mu Qiaoyang to be with Long Yue. In that case, Mu Qiaoyang was no longer alone. Long Yue could also find her own happiness.

It was a beautiful wish, but it was only a wish after all.

"Woman, what an unreadable book."

Mu Qingtian somehow remembered this sentence. I don't remember where it came from. It just made sense.

"Brother, your trouble is actually the smallest."

"Really? I don't think so. If I get angry with you, my head will grow bigger."

"Nothing. Let me teach you a way."

Mu Qiaoyang smiled.