Mu Ning closed his eyes and leaned aside without speaking, feeling very depressed.
Gu Zhiyin stopped the car by the side of the road and turned to look at her, "What's wrong?"
Mu Ning closed his eyes and replied, "Nothing."
"What happened?"
Mu Ning simply shut his mouth and said nothing.
Gu Zhiyin saw that her face was pale and sick.
He loosened his seat belt, leaned over and took off her seat belt, "Tell me if you are angry."
Mu Ning shook his head and said in a very soft voice, "I want to go home. Uncle Gu, please take me home."
"Ning Ning." Gu Zhiyin looked at her seriously and pinched her chin with his fingers, "Don't be sulky alone."
Mu Ning opened his eyes and looked at him, his eyes bright red, "Uncle Gu, do you love me?"
"certainly."
Gu Zhiyin never took the initiative to say that he loved her, but every time she asked, he answered in the affirmative without hesitation.
There is no doubt that he must love her.
But……
Can love sustain everything?
Can love break through obstacles?
Can love overcome all the impossibilities between them?
Mu Ning asked himself in his heart.
She had never thought about these issues before, but now she had to.
Mu Ning's nose suddenly felt sore, and tears poured out uncontrollably.
Gu Zhiyin was a little at a loss and quickly put her on his lap, "Why are you crying?"
He raised her little face and reached for the paper in the secret compartment. When the paper towel was gone, he wiped away her tears with his fingertips.
Mu Ning cried and shook his head, the more he cried, the more fierce he became.
In the end, Gu Zhiyin couldn't wipe her anymore and pressed her into his arms.
"Don't cry, I'll feel bad if you cry again."
Mu Ning cried loudly in his arms.
Gu Zhiyin's heart trembled because of her crying.
He leaned back in the chair, stroked her soft hair, and waited for her to finish crying without saying a word.
When Mu Ning's crying subsided, it turned into a gentle sob.
Gu Zhiyin patted her back gently and said hoarsely: "Ning Ning."
Mu Ning said "hmm" with a strong nasal voice, obviously his nose was blocked.
There was really no paper in the car, so Gu Zhiyin wiped her with his clothes and whispered, "I'm sorry."
Mu Ning raised her red eyes and looked at him, "Why does Uncle Gu apologize?"
Gu Zhiyin lowered his eyes and said, "I've made you feel wronged."
"I'm not wronged."
Gu Zhiyin sighed softly, "Then I'll be more rigorous."
"Whether I'm angry or aggrieved, it's my fault for making you cry."
His stern expression successfully made Mu Ning laugh, but she only laughed briefly, and soon her mouth pursed again, unable to laugh anymore.
The better Gu Zhiyin treats her, the sadder she becomes.
"Can you tell me now, why are you crying?" Gu Zhiyin wiped her little face clean regardless of whether her clothes were dirty.
"I think the woman the old lady chose for you is quite suitable for you." Mu Ning laughed dryly, "Sure enough, the old lady has good taste."
Gu Zhiyin's eyes were a little dark, "Do you think it's suitable for me?"
"Yes, she is generous and decent in what she says and does, neither fast nor slow, and knows how to advance and retreat. She has a good family background and education, and is good in everything...I can't describe it. In short, I feel that she and you are in the same world."
Unlike her, it doesn't matter what you want.
If it weren't for Gu Zhiyin, she would be no different from the people running for life on the street, and even more inconspicuous than them.
Mu Ning said a lot, and Gu Zhiyin listened patiently without arguing.
He just held her face, stared at her with dark eyes, and said solemnly to her: "Ning Ning, I will not be with her, believe me."
No one can control Gu Zhiyin, of course Mu Ning believes in him.
It was herself she didn't believe.
Mu Ning felt vaguely uneasy. Now that Gu Zhiyin was in front of him, everything seemed calm.
But what if their relationship becomes public?
She felt that day would come sooner or later.
…
The breakfast made by Gu Zhiyin was still as unpalatable as ever.
Mu Ning couldn't understand how he could fail at cooking when he was so smart and could do everything better than others.
In order not to undermine his confidence, Mu Ning could only lie with his eyes open and praise his delicious cooking. As expected, he became more motivated to cook.
Get up early every day to study various delicacies, and when Mu Ning comes together, you can see him in the kitchen.
Is this the first step in training a good family man? Mu Ning felt a little proud.
He Xiangyang hadn't contacted her for two days, so she went to He Xiangyang's Qing Bar to look for him.
There is a decoration master working on the Qingba bar, but He Xiangyang is not in the store.
Mu Ning called and asked. It turned out that after dinner that day, a group of foreign decoration companies came to He Xiangyang's bar and wanted to design and decorate it for him for free.
We also took down the two stores next door and opened them up to clear them out together. The store area was expanded from 200 square meters to 800 square meters.
And He Xiangyang was taken to the hospital for treatment on his right hand.
On the phone, He Xiangyang's tone was very humiliating.
He felt that he did not need these, that he was forced to accept them, which was beneath the dignity of a man.
Mu Ning persuaded him that it was rare for Gu Zhiyin to have a conscience after dealing with someone, so let him accept these apologies.
"Although you don't want to accept it from him, it also represents an apology from me. Do you want me to always be in debt to you?"
He Xiangyang didn't want Mu Ning to feel too guilty and self-blame, so he had to accept Gu Zhiyin's arrangement.
The decoration work came to an end, and the Chinese New Year was in two days. Mu Ning stayed at home and waited for the New Year to come.
On the morning of the 29th, Song Heng applied to the hospital to go home for one day.
When he returned home and saw the white car parked in front of his house, his heart twitched violently.
Her car hasn't driven back yet.
What is she doing these days, why doesn't she come to drive, wait, does that mean that she can still be seen?
Song Heng's heartbeat was very chaotic and he couldn't think about it anymore.
He inserted the key into the hole and opened the door. An old smell that had not been lived in for a long time came to his face.
The curtains were drawn and the room was dark.
He didn't dare to turn on the light, fearing that seeing something familiar to him would make him miss her.
In fact, all he could think about was her, even when he closed his eyes.
From the moment they entered this room, every trace of their time together was like a vine wrapping around him tightly, suffocating him.
Miss her, miss her...
Song Heng lay on the bed, hugging the quilt she had slept on, trying to absorb some of her breath from it.
Nothing.
He felt so tired.
It turns out that having to bear this kind of longing and pain is more tiring than him working all night for two consecutive days. It turns out that fighting against emotions will be exhausting.
Song Heng fell into a coma for a day.
At night, he was woken up by the pain and broke into a cold sweat. The sweat soaked the wound.
He opened his eyes tiredly, his whole body hurt, reminding him that it was time to take medicine, but he didn't want to move.
Song Heng stared at the ceiling in confusion, feeling that time passed so slowly.
He suddenly got up, turned on the bedside lamp, and saw her things scattered all over the room.
I don't know what I thought of, and my breathing became heavy.
Song Heng sat by the bed for a long time, rubbing his messy hair carelessly.
He stood up, folded her things one by one, packed them up, and put them in a cardboard box.
He didn't dare call her to pick it up, fearing that she would just tell her not to throw it away.
This would at least leave him with a thought. What if she remembered it sometime and came to get it?
Song Heng held the cardboard box filled with her things and sat on the sofa in a daze.
He was wondering how he would spend the night.
Suddenly, there was movement outside the door.
