Stop! You're Just An Ex-husband

After living in Mu Jingyang's home for nearly two weeks, the wound finally healed and people recovered as before. Hang YunRuo was allowed to return to his home.

Hang YunRuo is wiping the dust on the desk and chair, humming an unknown tune with great interest, and his pace is light. Like an industrious little bee.

Put on the table of mobile phone ring suddenly, hang YunRuo quickly wipe hands. Took the phone and found that it was Fang Yongchen's call, hesitated for a few minutes. She still pressed the answer button.

"YunRuo, tomorrow is your birthday. I wanted to ask you out for dinner as before and take you out for a walk. But I think. Now you don't need it too much... So happy birthday to you

Fang Yongchen's voice is as gentle as ever. But now more than a sad feeling of life, hang YunRuo pursed his mouth. For a moment, I didn't know what to say to Fang Yongchen.

Comfort him? This kind of thing, how can she frankly say comforting words, after all, the wound is given by herself.

Pretend you can't hear his sadness? It's impossible. Such a low mood can be heard by everyone.

"Thank you, elder martial brother! You'll meet people who are good with you Both ends of the phone are silent for a long time, hang YunRuo stumbling to say this sentence, hung up in a hurry.

Fang Yongchen listened to the sound of beep on the phone. The corners of the mouth bend helplessly. This kid has no conscience. When he has a boyfriend, he forgets his friend. But friend... Does she really take him as a friend?

Hang YunRuo sat on the sofa. Looking at the phone has been hung up some sour. But she really has no way. She felt more like a big brother to Yongchen.

If you can't respond. It's better not to leave the illusion to others!

Hang YunRuo clenched his fist and continued his work.

The phone rings again, and hang YunRuo turns his eyes. Fang Yongchen, how can you be so persistent? I don't need you to call me over and over again. I wish you a happy birthday!

"Fang Yongchen, I have received your blessing! You don't need to change the phone and call me again Hang YunRuo asked helplessly.

"Fang Yongchen? What did he call you for? " When Mu Jingyang got on the phone, he heard a lot of questions, but he still grasped the key point of these words -- Fang Yongchen!

Mu Jingyang frowned tightly. How could this man be so haunted? How could he be everywhere!

"Well... Just wish me a happy birthday without saying anything!" Hang YunRuo didn't expect that it was Mu Jingyang who was embarrassed to explain.

"Well, he has a heart! However, you are my woman. I can only help you celebrate your birthday! " Mu Jingyang's face is a little ugly. He feels uncomfortable when he thinks of Fang Yongchen's look at hang YunRuo.

"He has no malice..." hang YunRuo explains helplessly, what to say is interrupted by Mu Jingyang's voice.

"At eight o'clock tomorrow morning, someone will pick you up! I need to be reminded of my own woman's birthday Mu Jingyang finished and hung up the phone, hang YunRuo a face helplessly looking at the mobile phone screen, the heart is slightly sweet.

In fact, to tell the truth, although Mu Jingyang is 25 years old and has been ups and downs in the chaotic Mu family and cruel society for a long time, he is still like a child in front of her.

Hang YunRuo smiles. Maybe what the book says is right. A man is childish in front of the person he likes. They will show his fragile side. This is the best way to express trust.

birthday? Hang YunRuo began to look forward to his birthday for the first time.

In the past, every birthday, she always habitually forget, even if a rare did not forget, but also a person quietly stay in the studio, in a daze or painting, time passed.

But in the future, every birthday will be different! After all, in her life, she began to have sunshine again.

The next morning, hang YunRuo wakes up by the doorbell, opens the door drowsily, and a group of people with flowers, dresses and Breakfast come in with him.

They stood in front of hang YunRuo and made a 90 degree bow in front of hang YunRuo. Then a leader stood up, smiling at hang YunRuo and said:

"Hello, Miss hang YunRuo, I'm Wang Ming assigned by Mr. Mu Jingyang to prepare for your birthday party today. These are all my colleagues. We will be responsible for your make-up today. You just need to be beautiful, and we will do the rest!"

Wang Ming's voice is crisp and clear, and his eyes are shrewd and capable. No matter what hang YunRuo understood or didn't understand, she directly asked her girl to pull hang YunRuo into the bedroom, put on her dress and prepare to make up.

"Miss hang, you are really beautiful! This blue really matches your skin color! Originally I suggested pink, but Mr. Mu said blue would look better. Now it seems that Mr. Mu knows what you should wear best! " Looking at hang YunRuo in front of her, the little girl in the studio sighed heartily.

Hang YunRuo didn't see his blue dress until he was pushed in front of the mirror to make up. The cut is simple and plain, but the folds of each skirt are decorated with gentle pearls, which give off this soft halo.

Make up girl, hang YunRuo's hair down, let seaweed like black curly hair randomly scattered in hang YunRuo's chest, blue dress will hang YunRuo's skin set off as white as snow.

"Mu Jingyang picked it for me?" Hang YunRuo asked softly

"Well, yes! Mr. Mu ordered the dress in advance, because the name of the dress is blue enchantress, which means to spend a lifetime together, "the girl said enviously.

"Spend a lifetime together..." hang YunRuo looks at his red eyes in the mirror and laughs that he is really stupid. A promise can easily move her

"Miss hang, your breakfast! A bowl of longevity noodles! Mr. mu, I hope you will live a long life without worry Wang Ming came in with a long-lived face. When he saw hang YunRuo, his eyes flashed a trace of surprise.

"Thank you!" Hang YunRuo took the noodles and took a sip. Tears can no longer control the flow down, because the taste, it is too familiar.

In those years she always had a stomachache, make complaints about Mu Jingyang's food for herself, though she said every time she said she was not noodles too soft, that is, she put too much water on her, but she still had nothing left to eat.

Now I eat the noodles that Mu Jingyang himself laid for me again, as if I were a stranger.

"Mu Jingyang... Thank you!" Hang YunRuo read it silently in his heart.

In the past, Mu Jingyang owed hang YunRuo so much that he suffered so much. Now Mu Jingyang has returned little by little!

Mu Jingyang, thank you!