The dark night seemed to be smeared heavily on the sky, and there was not even a glimmer of stars.

Looking for Yan Mu's figure back and forth in the living room, the breeze blows, the screen window drifts around, she leans peacefully on the floor-to-ceiling window and sleeps, frowning from time to time, smirking from time to time, Mi Luo gently carried her into the room, staring at her sleeping soundly, and couldn't help but show a relieved smile, and the corners of her mouth pulled up a warm arc.

Suddenly, Yan Mu's head kept shaking, but she couldn't shake off the panicked picture, she sat up from the bed in a panic, looked around blankly, and let cold sweat ripple in the air with a slight gasp.

"What's wrong, are you having nightmares?" Milo squeezed her cold hand with concern.

Covering his eyes in shock, "You, why are you here?" Yan Mu's voice trembled.

With his right hand, he gently pulled her into his arms, and patted her back gently, "Don't be afraid, it's all a dream, with me, no one can hurt you." ”

This familiar sense of security will always calm Wave's heart, Yan Mu closed his eyes and pressed against his chest.

After a long time, her breath gradually became stable, "Are you hungry?" or I'll order takeout, instead." Mi Luo subconsciously lowered her head, reluctant to look away, and looked at her sweetly sleeping with admiration.

In the early morning, everything is silent, and the eastern horizon is shining brightly.

Yan Mu opened his eyes sleepily, his pupils shrank suddenly, he looked at the sleeping Mi Luo beside him in a panic, subconsciously touched his intact clothes, and lay in the crook of his arm for a whole night, the blood stains on his arm wound had soaked through gauze.

Mi Luo shook his eyelashes, opened his eyes sleepily, the two of them made eye contact for only a very short moment, and moved his arms with difficulty, the pain hit his whole body, and he got out of bed as if nothing happened.

"Go to the hospital and re-bandage, your arm is still bleeding. Yan Mu's eyes fell on his wound, and his brows furrowed.

Milo paused and walked out silently.

Looking at the blood stains left on the sheets, the guilt rose spontaneously, Yan Mu had forgotten how long it was, and did not feel the comfort of sleeping until dawn, every time he did not close his eyes, the details of the urgent task flashed in his mind repeatedly, and every time he closed his eyes, the nightmare always stirred up the tired nerves back and forth.

Near noon, I received a message from Milo---Don't cook at night, wait for me to come back."

A trace of joy welled up in his heart, and he opened the message over and over again, browsing the message that Mi Luo had just sent to himself, and his face was overflowing with satisfaction and pleasure.

The night sky resembles a navy blue curtain dotted with twinkling stars.

Hearing the sound of the door opening, Yan Mu happily opened the screen window and followed the sound to look over.

Du Yan smiled politely at Yan Mu, "Hello, Yan Mu, meet again." ”

Mi Luo walked into the kitchen with a big bag of things, "Du Yan, you take a rest first, I'll clean the dishes first, and then you cook." ”

"No, let's wash it together, it will be faster. Du Yan walked into the kitchen excitedly.

The smooth and smiling face suddenly suppressed the smile, and watched them talk happily in the kitchen with an expressionless face, turned around lonely, and sat down along the floor-to-ceiling window.

After a while, the fragrance filled the entire house, and hearing Miluo's shout, Yan Mu got up and walked into the dining room.

The dishes with strong colors and aromas were placed on the table in an orderly manner, and Du Yan gently wiped the sweat from the corners of Mi Luo's forehead, "They all said that if you go out, your wound will hurt when you touch sweat." ”

"I have the privilege of enjoying such a large table of delicious food, and I have no regrets. "Every cell of Milo seems to radiate joy.

"Don't talk nonsense, Yan Mu, I don't know if these dishes are to your liking, because all of them are what Mi Luo likes to eat, and they are all very light, because Mi Luo has wounds. ”

"I can do it, I'm not a picky eater. Yan Mu brought the soup in front of him to Mi Luo.

Du Yan hurriedly caught the soup, "Mi Luo never drinks soup, he doesn't like to drink soup, he said you like to drink, so I will serve you a bowl, you can drink it!"

It was as if his heart had been struck hard,--- Mi Luo never drank soup, he didn't like it. This sentence sounded in his ears again and again, the soup he had boiled for him every night before turned out to be self-inflicted, Yan Mu lowered his head and drank the soup by himself, and his eyes gradually filled with mist.

In fact, people must always learn to try new things and drink more soups to be nutritious. Mi Luo picked up the soup in front of Du Yan and drank it with all his strength.

In the huge house, it seemed that only the sound of himself chewing vegetables and their ambiguous conversation could be heard, and Yan Mu revealed resentment and sadness in his gestures.

"Yan Mu, Mi Luo said that you don't have a boyfriend now, do you have someone you like now?" Du Yan looked over.

Yan Mu put down his chopsticks, wiped his mouth, and shook his head.

"Well, I have a friend who just returned to China, and I met him when I studied in the United States before, and he is now also a lawyer, and his family is not bad, and he is also very handsome, so I would like to introduce you to him. Du Yan waited for her response.

smiled awkwardly and glanced at Mi Luo, who was silent, "He, he's so good, we're not suitable!" Yan Mu rubbed the tissue in his hand.

"You are very good, in everyone's eyes, the definition of excellent is different, let me tell him, you make an appointment to meet. A hint of joy flashed in Du Yan's eyes, "I heard Mi Luo say that you are very good at cooking, my friend can't cook, and he especially likes women who can cook, so you are still very complementary." ”

"How would he know that I was very good at cooking, he never ate what I cooked, and every time he made a dish, he didn't come home. Yan Mu was full of complaints word by word.

A smug smile flashed on Du Yan's face, "We Miluo generally don't eat other people's food, it's a habit, he's used to the taste I make." Hey, you'd better have dinner together tomorrow, and it's not appropriate to see each other! ”

Mi Luo picked up the fallen chopsticks in a panic, "I, I have no opinion." Silently got up, "Hurry up, I'm going to the bar soon, send you back by the way, and let Yu Wen help you arrange a house to live in!"

"Anyway, it's better than the habit of living in a hotel, otherwise I'll move you here to live, okay? I can cook for you every day after work, you are so thin, you should make up for your body." Du Yan looked over with admiration.

"You cook a meal, I'll go to your place to eat, and now the people of the Be'an Gang are still tracking down the news of Yan Mu, so. ”

"Okay, I know, you said it before, then trouble Yan Mu you clean up the dishes and chopsticks, let's go first, trouble you. Du Yan walked towards Miluo apologetically.

"It's okay, let's go!" Yan Mu quickly put away the dishes and chopsticks, until she heard the heavy sound of the door closing, she sat down on the chair in disappointment, and looked at the dishes and chopsticks on the table in a daze.

Mi Luo drove the car indifferently, his eyebrows and eyes full of displeasure.

"You have to tell me all the advantages you know about Yan Mu, so that I can demonstrate more advantages from this, and introduce her to Fang Zihao in an orderly manner, and only those who have lovers will eventually become married. ”

Changing lanes in a panic to avoid oncoming cars, Milo slammed on the brakes in shock.

"What's the matter with you?" Du Yan looked around in horror, "It's just dangerous." ”

Milo pinched his aching temples, clicked the throttle, and sped forward.