Sick pet: Fu Shaonuan's wife has to be coaxed

Chapter 114 061: Talk slowly in the future

Chapter 114 061: Talk slowly in the future

The summer in Linru is dry and hot, the sun is high, the villa area is full of trees, the birdsong outside the window is crisp and pleasant, and the sun shines in through the window, making the room bright and warm.

Mu Jinyue narrowed her eyes and smiled slightly.

She acquiesced.

"Jinyue," Bai Heyun looked at her steadfastly, his long and narrow phoenix eyes were deep, so dark that he couldn't see a trace of brilliance: "You fell in love with him, didn't you?"

"Maybe." Mu Jinyue picked up the water glass and took a sip, her tone suddenly dropped, "It's just that some things are not that simple."

If Fu Yan knew that her illness was not simply depression, he didn't know what he would think, let alone whether he could bear her.

Bai Heyun was silent for a while before saying: "Since it's not that simple, why not let it go?" He asked tentatively, with subtle pleas mixed in his tone, "Isn't it good to be like this now." Only them, no one else, Even as relatives, as brothers and sisters is enough.

Mu Jinyue didn't hear what he meant, or rather, she didn't think about that at all, and only thought that Bai Heyun was worried about her.

"I don't know," she lowered her head, rubbing her fingers lightly on the glass wall, Qing Lingling's voice was erratic, like an unpredictable wind, illusory, "but I want to try, maybe he can bear me Woolen cloth."

"Have you decided?" Bai Heyun's voice was dry, and it was difficult to say every word, but he still tried his best to suppress it.

He wanted to express all the emotions buried in his heart, wanted to tell Mu Jinyue all his feelings, but when he thought of Xiao Jingzhe's words, he could only grit his back molars and forcefully swallowed back all the words that came to his mouth.

Mu Jinyue was in a mess, and she didn't answer Bai Heyun's question right away. She put down the water glass, raised her hand and tapped her forehead, "Let's take one step at a time."

Bai Heyun didn't say anything more. After a long time, he got up and twitched the corners of his mouth, "I should go back, otherwise my mother will have to talk about it again."

Mu Jinyue let out an "ah" and stood up, "I'll see you off."

"No need." Bai Heyun raised his hand, rubbed her hair, and said with a smile, "The two of us don't need to talk about those nonsense."

Mu Jinyue smiled and said yes, and watched him leave.

They are better than relatives, and there is really no need for them.

In the next few days, Kong Ansi's memory remained at the stage before she got married. She behaved elegantly, dignifiedly, and carried the dignity that only a young lady could raise in her gestures.

Mu Jinyue was completely relieved, and lived comfortably and leisurely every day.

like dreaming.

It was probably because she was in a better mood, plus she called Fu Yan every night, Mu Jinyue's sleep quality also began to improve, and the indigo under the eyelids also became lighter, and the whole person looked better, already delicate and charming The facial features are brighter and more attractive.

Sister Wang said more than once that she looked better than before, but Mu Jinyue just smiled and didn't say much.

That night, Mu Jinyue was lying on the bed chatting with Fu Yan as usual.

"By the way," Fu Yan suddenly remembered something, "Lu Zicang said that he wants to go out for dinner tomorrow, do you want to go together?"

Mu Jinyue thought for a while and asked, "Is it the people who bungee jumped last time?"

"Almost," Fu Yan was probably lying on the bed, with a lazy voice, "It shouldn't be that many, I don't know, I don't bother to ask."

Mu Jinyue said good, then asked after a pause, "I'm the only girl?"

She found out the last time she went bungee jumping, it was all men, not a single girl.

In fact, she was not someone who would feel uncomfortable because of this kind of thing, but she was a little worried about whether Fu Yan's classmates would think too much.

"Otherwise?" Fu Yan's tone was more puzzled than her, "I don't want to go out with other girls."

Mu Jinyue blinked, turned over and sat up, "Didn't you call girls girls when you went out?"

"No," Fu Yan said naturally, "They won't look for me even if there are girls."

The corners of Mu Jinyue's mouth raised slightly unconsciously, and her tone became a little lighter: "Is it not? Or don't you dare?"

Fu Yan on the other end laughed, and didn't get angry when he was teased. He thought about it for a few seconds before saying, "I probably don't dare, because I will get angry."

"Sounds really domineering."

"No way," Fu Yan said with a smile, "I have a bad temper, I'm afraid I can't change it."

"I have a bad temper..." Mu Jinyue repeated in a low voice, and then asked: "So, I have to be more careful when I talk to you in the future?"

Fu Yan liked the word "later" in her words very much. Just listening to it, he felt that the tip of his heart seemed to be wrapped in feathers, warm and soft, and a little itchy.

"You don't need to," Fu Yan rubbed the back of the phone unconsciously with his fingers, as if wanting to touch her face through an electric current. Picking it up, she was so glamorous: "When was I really angry with you?"

"In the beginning," Mu Jinyue counted the previous crimes in detail, "the first time we met, you were very impatient and asked me to talk to you, inexplicably and with a bad attitude."

Fu Yan choked, and the 800-year-old almanac was revealed. He could only explain awkwardly: "I didn't know you at that time..."

Mu Jinyue thought about it, and there seemed to be nothing wrong with this sentence.

After careful calculation, they didn't know each other for a long time, but Mu Jinyue felt that the two of them seemed to have been together for a long time.

Probably, when she stepped into the court mausoleum, when she felt that aggressive gaze, her heart suddenly lost its rhythm, everything had already begun.

Mu Jinyue teased, "You don't do this to every girl, do you?"

"How is it possible?" Fu Yan's voice suddenly turned up, as if he was very afraid that she would misunderstand: "I don't even talk to girls, you have to trust me!"

Mu Jinyue had already heard about how unfeminine Linru school bully Fu Yan was. She just asked casually just now and didn't take it to heart. However, after hearing his anxious explanation, she had to admit that she was in a bad mood. And then happy.

"I believe it." Mu Jinyue replied.

Her downplaying attitude made Fu Yan even more confused. He grabbed a handful of hair and became a little irritable: "I really don't talk to girls very much. Those people are annoying to death. Just looking at it gives me a headache, how could I waste time with them."

Mu Jinyue: "..." She really believed it.

Fu Yan continued: "What I said is true, I—"

Seeing that Fu Yan was about to start a long speech, Mu Jinyue quickly interrupted him: "I believe, I really believe," she quickly changed the subject: "By the way, why did you suddenly stop me and ask me to say something?"

There was a sudden silence over there.

"Huh?" Mu Jinyue took the phone down and took a look, making sure it was still on the phone, then put it back to her ear, "Hello? Why didn't you talk? The signal is not good?"

"No." Fu Yan's voice sounded a bit awkward.

Mu Jinyue is so smart, she guessed the reason for his sudden silence almost immediately: "Can't say?" The corner of her mouth curled into a smile, and even her voice was tinged with a smile: "It seems that there is something inside."

In another apartment building, Fu Yan was holding a mobile phone, listening to the voice coming from the handset, with a relaxed and relaxed expression, revealing a sense of leisurely laziness.

Qing Lingling's female voice, even if it is soaked in electric current, still has a magical power that makes people feel at ease.

Like the first glacier that melts in spring, everything has not yet recovered, but the glacier has quietly melted, flowing slowly with warmth, the sound of water awakens the sleeping coldness, and dispels the long-silent dullness.

"Can't tell?" With a laughing voice, Qingling said softly, "It seems that there is something inside."

Fu Yan smiled lowly, "Yes."

Mu Jinyue was slightly startled, and asked, "What?"

He thought of that day, when the lonely girl with her back ignored the old man begging indifferently and let the crowd point and point, she still straightened her back and walked away indifferently.

But after staying away from the crowd, she asked someone else to pass the money on her behalf, and even carefully noticed that there was a gap in the old man's bowl.

It was a girl who hid softness under the cold shell, arrogant and indifferent on the surface, but there was a tenderness carefully buried in her bones.

He remembered again that day, by a strange coincidence, he put money into the broken bowl, but he couldn't remember how much it was. He only remembered that he emptied the cash in his bag, and in the end he even paid for the taxi fare with his mobile phone.

Gathering his thoughts, Fu Yan heard the girl over there ask again: "What's the inside story?"

Probably because she was really curious, and because she was sleepy at night, her voice was delicate and soft, as if she was acting like a baby.

Fu Yan rubbed his numb ears, smiled with thin lips, and then replied, "I'll tell you later."

Mu Jinyue became a little unhappy, turned over and lay on the bed, holding the phone in one hand and propping her chin with the other, so her voice was a bit vague and softer: "Why can't you say it now?"

"Because I like that word."

Mu Jinyue blinked suspiciously: "What word?"

"In the future," his voice was hoarse, and it was extremely provocative in the quiet late night: "more things, more words, you can save them and talk about them later."

Mu Jinyue was startled, her heart skipped a beat.

I don't know if it was her illusion, but Mu Jinyue felt that Fu Yan was flirting with her now.

She touched her cheeks that were a little hot, her voice was still calm, without showing any timidity: "What if I forget in the future?"

"I will never forget."

"Why not?" Mu Jinyue deliberately made things difficult for her: "Is your memory that good?"

"It's not because you have a good memory," Fu Yan said, "It's not about who said it."

Mu Jinyue froze and couldn't continue, so Fu Yan finished speaking slowly.

"I will remember what you said. Even if you forget, I can remind you." Fu Yan's voice was gentle and tender, and he emphasized his tone: "Someday in the future."

Mu Jinyue felt that she had lost.

The next day, Mu Jinyue packed up and went downstairs. Kong Ansi was sitting on the first floor watching TV. Seeing Mu Jinyue, he turned his eyes gently around her: "Ready to go out?"

The mother and daughter got along very well these past few days, Mu Jinyue nodded, and replied with a smile: "I have an appointment with a friend."

She didn't deliberately dress up, she was wearing light short-sleeved shorts, and her mid-length black hair was casually scattered behind her head. She just carried an extra bag with some odd supplies, so Kong Ansi could tell at a glance that she was going out.

"Let Uncle Zhang see you off," Kong Ansi got up and approached, brushing back a strand of her hair scattered on her chest, with a gentle tone, "It's good to go out with friends more often, but you can't come back too late. "

Kong Ansi gently touched her face with both hands, Mu Jinyue was startled, looking at her peaceful eyes with kindness, suddenly a little dazed.

She suddenly remembered that a long time ago—perhaps not so long ago, those eyes were scarlet, filled with deep-seated hatred, cold hands pinched her neck, and said coldly to let her die.

"What's wrong?" Kong Ansi noticed her lack of focus, and called out softly, "Yueyue?"

Mu Jinyue's pupils trembled, she came back to her senses, and shook her head: "It's nothing."

Kong Ansi nodded, his expression turned serious in vain, and he said earnestly, "But Yueyue, you have to remember that you can't just take boys home, you know?"

A lady can have friends and go out to play, but she can't bring the opposite sex home casually. Such a relationship is too close, and it's not something she should do at her age.

Mu Jinyue responded obediently.

Only then did Kong Ansi let go of his hands, with gentle eyes: "Go ahead, call Uncle Zhang before you come back, and ask him to pick you up."

Mu Jinyue smiled and said yes.

She didn't ask Li Shu to send her off in the end, because Fu Yan had already arrived near her villa area.

Originally, Fu Yan wanted to come to her house to pick her up, but Mu Jinyue said it was inconvenient, so he didn't insist and waited for her nearby instead.

Mu Jinyue arrived 10 minutes earlier than the agreed time, but Fu Yan was already standing at the agreed place.

He was flicking his phone with his head down, the sun was shining straight down, and the side of his face facing Mu Jinyue was covered with golden light, and he was extremely handsome.

Fu Yan wore a black solid-color short-sleeved top, denim trousers, and sneakers. He dressed casually and looked very youthful, but because of that face that wreaked havoc on the country and the people, he forcibly added a touch of enchantment to him.

Men are seductive.

Mu Jinyue stared blankly for a second, and Fu Yan, who was a few meters away, noticed it all at once. He raised his head suddenly, and his cool and sharp eyebrows softened instantly when he saw the familiar figure, as if they were filled with warm yellow sunlight. Put on a faint smile.

He walked over, looking handsome and naughty with raised eyebrows, with a smirk in his peach blossom eyes, leaned slightly, and approached her eyes: "Are you dumbfounded? Huh?"

"You think too much." Mu Jinyue didn't feel the embarrassment of being caught at all, her face was expressionless, but her thick crow-feather eyelashes trembled slightly, and even the reflection of her light-colored pupils trembled, "I Just to make sure that I have not identified the wrong person."

"Are you sure?" Fu Yan leaned forward again, the tip of his nose was almost touching hers, and the faint fragrance on the little girl's body seemed to have become stronger. His nostrils fluttered and he asked her, "Now I can see clearly." Is it?"

Mu Jinyue pursed her lower lip: "I see clearly."

Fu Yan smiled and was about to speak when Mu Jinyue spoke again.

"I see clearly, but have you noticed?" She paused, as if she didn't know whether she should continue.

Fu Yan's curiosity was aroused, and he said softly: "What did you find? Continue?"

"Have you noticed?" She blinked, and there was a trace of teasing in her seemingly calm eyes: "You are almost matching eyes."

(End of this chapter)