After dinner, Guan Mufeng sat in the living room for a while, and Qiao Yingying came over after finishing the business at hand. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

She thought to herself that her cooking skills were thanks to her husband's good teaching, and her mother was about to be discharged from the hospital, so she should also express her gratitude to her husband.

Guan Mufeng saw a pair of big black eyes on her pink face, thinking of the last movie incident, guessing that she might have something to ask, she rarely took the initiative to ask: "What do you have to say?" ”

Qiao Yingying saw that he seemed to be in a good mood, and dared to test it: "Sir, I have a... Well, male friend, I did me a great favor, I want to give him a gift, but I don't know what to give, do you have any suggestions?"

Guan Mufeng's face turned cold in an instant, he shook off the newspaper in his hand, glanced at her, hooked the corners of his lips, and said in a cold tone: "Why do you think that I will give you advice?"

Qiao Yingying was stunned for a moment, her face was a little pale, and she looked at him and said apprehensively and aggrievedly: "Sir... Am I doing something bad?"

Seeing that Guan Mufeng didn't speak, but her face became more and more ugly, she was afraid and aggrieved and pinched the corner of her clothes and said with difficulty: "Sir... I can change it..."

Qiao Yingying's words were like a sharp knife to pick open the scar buried deep in her heart, Guan Mufeng's heart suddenly caught fire, and his always excellent self-control was faintly showing signs of collapse.

Taking a deep breath, he stood up and hurried out the door. One step later, maybe he can't control it.

When Qiao Yingying reacted and chased to the door, he was gone.

Guan Mufeng walked along the path until he walked to the deepest part of the Yushan Garden, and only stopped when there was no way out.

He sat down in a roadside flower bed, took a pack of cigarettes out of his pocket, and lit one.

Curling smoke rose from between his slender fingers, Guan Mufeng didn't suck it, but let it slowly infect his heroic eyebrows, his eyes as bright as stars suddenly dimmed, and a memory that was deeply pressed in his heart came up.

He learned to smoke at the age of thirteen.

At that time, his family had just undergone great changes, and he was in a rebellious period, and his temperament was very extreme. He often wandered the streets of the school with the thugs, fighting, skipping class, smoking, and learned everything. This muddy days continued until the day when his relatives couldn't stand the constant warning calls from the school and decided to send him away.

He learned a lot, lived with another relative, and did well in school. But it wasn't long before he was sent away again.

At that time, he was just like Qiao Yingying today, helplessly and confused, asking if he had done something wrong and he could change it?

"I'm sorry, Mu Feng, our family is really difficult, it's difficult for your brother to go to school alone, don't hold a grudge!" said his cousin who took him in and sent him to an orphanage. And he knew that his cousin just found out that the former eldest young master of the Guan family was really so depressed that he was penniless, and there was no oil and water to fish.

Because he was old and had a bad temper, no one wanted to adopt him. He stayed in that deserted and desperate courtyard for a year, until his father's old friend Qin Huan returned to Qionglin and brought him home.

This time, he tried hard to stay, and he tried hard to please people.

He came home on time from school every day, did laundry, cooked, and took care of housework, and the rest of the time was studying. Sure enough, he grew in popularity, and his performance in school became better, but people gradually fell silent.

Qin Huan didn't dissuade him, but Guan Mufeng said every time, "I'm fine." ”

He couldn't help it.

yes, what's wrong?

Now he has talent, strategy, courage, courage, and staggering wealth, and a soaring career.

He is calm and decisive, no matter what happens, anyone can maintain a calm and indifferent attitude that is not happy, angry, humble or arrogant.

Why can an inconspicuous Qiao Yingying make him emotionally out of control again and again?

He has hatred in his heart, and there are vast mountains and seas.

His world is so big, can't he still accommodate a little Qiao Yingying?

The smoke burned out one by one, and his eyes finally returned to their usual calmness, like an ancient well without waves.

Guan Mufeng stood under the tree and blew the night breeze for a while, and waited for the smell of smoke on his body to dissipate before walking back.

The porch light of the villa was still on, and he pushed open the iron door, and was about to enter, when suddenly he paused, turned his head, and looked at the shadow in the corner.

A petite figure, clasping its knees like a small beast, buried its head, motionless, as if asleep.

After Guan Mufeng was silent for a moment, he walked over, squatted down, stretched out his hand, and hugged her.

The weight in his hand was light, and he frowned slightly, looking down at the little person in his arms.

Her head tilted slightly, revealing a fair, slender neck, delicate as if it would break at a moment's notice, a slightly open neckline with undulating curves that could barely reach her waist, and her straight legs seemed to be thinner than the arms he held underneath.

When did you become so thin? Guan Mufeng's brows furrowed even tighter, and he quickly carried her to the room and put her on the bed.

When covering the quilt, Qiao Yingying twisted her body with an uneasy expression, and said something slurred. Guan Mufeng's body stiffened, stared at her for a long time, and then turned off the lights and exited the room.

When she woke up in the morning, Qiao Yingying didn't remember how she got back to her room, and she didn't dare to ask, but she was more cautious when she got along with Guan Mufeng.

But then she soon noticed that Guan Mufeng seemed to have changed. Although most of the time he still has a straight face, his face is not so ugly, and he has never lost his temper again, and he will even say thank you to her. She was relaxed and a little uneasy: Sir... It seems to be more alienated from myself.

But before she could dwell on this issue for long, a new problem appeared...