waited for a sketch on TV to finish, and didn't wait for Qiao Yingying to speak. He frowned unhappily www.biquge.info turned his head to look at her, only to find that the people around him were lowering their heads and wiping their tears, and they couldn't help but be stunned.

"Why are you crying? What's going on in school? He remembered something, his expression was a little serious, and his voice was low and full of concern.

But his words made Qiao Yingying's tears flow even more fiercely, and the barely held back cry escaped from his throat, whimpering, and he was flustered and anxious when he heard it.

"Okay, don't cry, just tell me if there's anything, there's nothing that can't be solved." He reached out and gently patted Qiao Yingying's back, comforting him warmly.

Qiao Yingying originally wanted to formally thank Guan Mufeng, and for the first minute, she had been organizing words in her stomach. When she finished sorting out the things she wanted to thank, she found that since the day they met, he had been helping her protect her and teach her, even if he knew that she had lied to him, he still bothered for her.

But as for her, not only did she covet him when he had a girlfriend, but she also used the excuse of amnesia to make him teach herself so many things. said that he had to rely on himself, and in the end, it was not because of his help that he had income. What's even more infuriating is that she can explain the amnesia to Li Yuanzhou, but she refuses to be honest with Guan Mufeng because of that selfishness. Why did she let her husband treat her so well, and how could she thank her?

So her tears burst down the embankment, and she was even more ashamed to hear Guan Mufeng's gentle comfort, and she didn't know how long she cried before she gradually stopped crying, raised her head and looked at Guan Mufeng with red eyes.

"Sir, Ying Ying is wrong, Ying Ying is not a good girl." She pursed her lips and looked at Guan Mufeng, tears appeared in her eyes again, and she continued without waiting for Guan Mufeng to speak, "Ying Ying knew that she didn't know anything, but she still came to be a nanny for her husband for money, and then she almost caused trouble and almost affected her husband, and even wanted to interfere with her husband's feelings. said that he wanted to earn money with his own hands, but in the end, he still wanted his husband to help. I know that Mr. is so good to me, but I have been hiding something from Mr. and deceiving Mr..."

When she said this, she couldn't cry again, Guan Mufeng's eyes were bright and dark, and she resisted the urge to wipe away the tears on her face, and continued to listen to her.

"Meeting Mr. is the happiest and happiest thing in Yingying's life, but meeting Yingying has brought a lot of trouble to Mr." Qiao Yingying raised her head, opened her big teary eyes, and stared greedily at Guan Mufeng's handsome face in front of her, her voice trembled slightly, "But Yingying still greedily wants to stay by Mr.'s side, I don't want to see Mr. again, I don't want to be a stranger with Mr. ..."

Thinking of the scene opposite Guan Mufeng, her heart was like a knife, tears rolled down her face, and smashed on the back of Guan Mufeng's raised hand, which was hot and hot.

"It's not all trouble to meet you." Guan Mufeng's voice was gentle with a sigh, I don't know if it was helplessness for her or helplessness for myself.

He stroked Qiao Yingying's head, looked at her face with tears, and took out a few pieces of paper to gently wipe it for her.

"Did I say I was going to be a stranger to you? Why do you cry like this, snot and tears, ugly or not? Guan Mufeng said, wiped her nose for her, and frowned in disgust.

Qiao Yingying suddenly hung her head in embarrassment, hurriedly took a piece of paper and blew her nose, she didn't pay attention to such a mess, her tears were held back, and she couldn't cry anymore.

The corners of Guan Mufeng's mouth curved, he reached out and picked up the cup and handed it to her, "Drink some water." ”

Qiao Yingying took it obediently, the warm water flowed through her throat, which was a little stinging from crying, very comfortable, and she drank it before putting it down.

"Better?" Guan Mufeng asked.

She nodded sheepishly.

"Then let's talk about what to do next." Guan Mufeng looked at her, his eyebrows and eyes were no longer indifferent, but his usual calm and calm. Seeing Qiao Yingying's slightly nervous expression, a playful smile flashed in his eyes, and he said in the tone of a meeting on weekdays: "You don't want to accept my help anymore, and you don't want to cut off contact with me, so what good proposal do you have." ”

Qiao Yingying thought for a while, bit her lip and whispered, "I... I want to be friends with my husband. ”

Her relationship with Guan Mufeng is like that of a boss and a subordinate, and like a teacher and student. She was grateful and admired for his affection, respect, and admiration, and was always a little cautious in front of him, and easily panicked. She also wants to be like Michelle Sun Mo, generous and confident in front of him, and she also wants him to know that she actually has a shining side, just like at the school celebration.

Her answer made Guan Mufeng a little stunned, and after staring at her for a long time, he asked, "What kind of friend?" ”

What kind of friends...? It can't be boyfriend and girlfriend, last time I didn't even speak, my husband had already rejected me.

Qiao Yingying was lost for a moment, then she picked up her spirits and thought about it carefully, and said, "Hmm... Just like Sister Michelle and Mr. Mike. ”

Guan Mufeng was indifferent: "Since there is already Mi Xue, why do I need one more of you." ”

This... Do friends still have to be unique? But it sounds like there's some truth to that. So what kind of friends is she going to be with her husband?

Guan Mufeng leisurely picked up the hawthorn tea and drank it, the sour taste suppressed the strong feeling of satiety, and it was really comfortable. He looked sideways and saw Qiao Yingying frowning in confusion and pondering silently, his eyes darkened suddenly when he looked serious and coquettish, and a trace of impulse rushed to his chest, and he secretly inhaled.

"This time I went out for a long time, I don't feel at ease if it's empty here, you can move in and take care of my home." He took a sip of his tea and spoke.

Qiao Yingying was stunned, looked at him blankly, and hesitated: "Look... Special? But now I live in the school..."

"Huh? Don't want to? Guan Mufeng raised his eyebrows and looked at her, with a smile hidden in his eyes, "But I lack a friend who can take care of my house now." ”

"Then I'll move over right away!" Qiao Yingying immediately agreed, without a trace of hesitation, and her little face was full of joy.

Guan Mufeng hummed, a hint of satisfaction flashed on his face, and he heard Qiao Yingying's voice with a hint of uncertainty in anticipation.

"Sir, are we friends now?"

"What do you say?" He looked at her, and finally a smile appeared on his face, as if the warm sun was melting the ice, and Qiao Yingying suddenly smiled, and the sun was shining.

"Great, great!" She was so happy, she jumped up from the sofa, staggered to the door, took her bag, and ran back quickly, sitting down next to Guan Mufeng.

"Sir, I have something for you." As she spoke, she took out something like a bamboo tube from her bag and handed it to Guan Mufeng.

Guan Mufeng put down the cup and took the bamboo tube, looked at it carefully, and found that there were delicate and vivid carving patterns on it, and raised his eyebrows: "The workmanship is good."

"Sir, open it and take a look." Qiao Yingying looked at him expectantly.

Guan Mufeng bent the corners of his mouth, opened the plug on the bamboo tube, and found that there was a roll of lake-green silk cloth inside. The color seemed familiar, and his heart moved slightly, and he gently pulled out the silk cloth and unfolded it in front of him.

On a thin silk cloth more than a meter long, four scenes are embroidered. In the first picture on the left, a girl in pink fell to the ground, and in the sedan chair parked in front of her, a man in white lifted the sedan curtain, and stretched out one hand to the girl on the ground, as if to pull her.

Guan Mufeng's eyes moved slightly. Was this the scene where they first met?

He shifted his gaze a little to the right, looking at the second image.

In a pavilion, the man in white sat cross-legged on the ground, holding a book and looking down, the girl in pink next to him was making tea, and the surrounding rockery flowers and plants were vivid, and the picture was very beautiful.

This is embroidered, she works as a nanny in his house. Guan Mufeng continued to look down.

This one he had seen before was a scene of a man in white teaching a girl to read. His gaze lingered on the man's familiar brow for a moment, then moved on to the next one.

In the garden, a man and a girl stood side by side, with a long table in front of them. They all had pens in their hands, but the paper spread out under the pen was snow-white.

Let's talk about the school celebration again.

He looked at the fine and densely textured stitch embroidery thread on it, and was a little surprised by her embroidery skills, and then thought of something, and suddenly frowned.

"This is embroidered after the school anniversary?" He asked.

"Well, how does the gentleman know?" Qiao Yingying said strangely.

Guan Mufeng didn't answer, and asked again: "Does your illness have anything to do with this this time?"

He didn't believe there was no other reason for fainting and being overtired.

Qiao Yingying's small mouth opened slightly, a little surprised by Guan Mufeng's unpredictable prophet, and after a pause, she shook her head, her voice was a little floating: "No, it's okay."

"In addition to attending classes and working part-time, you also have to prepare for the sixth-grade exam, where did you get the time to embroider this?" Guan Mufeng's face sank.

"Uh... This" Qiao Yingying panicked, couldn't explain it, and finally spit out the truth under Guan Mufeng's majestic and oppressive gaze.

"Just... I got up in the middle of the night and embroidered. She hung her head and groaned.

Guan Mufeng snorted coldly in his nose, and said with a straight face: "You want to be friends with me, but you don't always tell the truth, you are sincere."

"Yingying is wrong, Yingying must tell the truth in the future!" Qiao Yingying was suddenly anxious and pulled his sleeve to show her loyalty.

Guan Mufeng looked at her, curled the corners of her mouth, and the charming smile on her handsome face made her trance-like for a while, and the next second she was recalled by his words, and her face turned pale in an instant.

"Then tell me, is your amnesia true or false?"