From this day on, Guan Mufeng really went home to eat with Sun Mo every day, but Qiao Yingying's cooking was not as hard as before. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 info Because the next day, the kitchen was fitted with air conditioning.

But although her body was not so uncomfortable, she was getting more and more sad in her heart.

Almost every day, she would inadvertently bump into intimate scenes of the two, sometimes hugging, sometimes kissing. Once when she went into the room to deliver fruit, she saw Sun Mo blushing and sorting out the removed shoulder straps, and suddenly her heart fell like lead, and she was so uncomfortable that she almost shed tears.

Day by day, she seemed to be weighed down by a boulder that was getting heavier and heavier, and gradually became a little out of breath, but she was afraid that something strange would be noticed, so she often locked herself in her room.

On this day, she went out to throw out the garbage, and when she met Sun Mo coming out, she smiled slightly when she saw her.

"Yingying, I've been causing you trouble lately. She said softly.

Qiao Yingying hurriedly shook her head: "No, it's not troublesome." ”

Sun Mo smiled, as if remembering something, with an apologetic face.

"I know Mu Feng is tutoring you in English, but he's been very busy lately, so I'm afraid I can't take care of it. If there's anything you don't understand, just ask me. My English is no worse than his. ”

Her sweet and familiar tone made Qiao Yingying's nose sour, and she quickly lowered her head and said softly, "Well, I know." ”

At this time, Guan Mufeng walked over from the house, and Sun Mo naturally grabbed his arm and smiled softly at him.

"Yingying, I'm leaving, see you tomorrow. She said in a brisk tone.

"See you tomorrow. Qiao Yingying hurriedly responded, trying to smile at her.

When the two of them were far away, the smile on her face faded, and the mood in her eyes darkened.

Sister Sun doesn't want her to bother her husband, does she?

At night, she lay in bed, her eyes wide open, and when the time on her phone showed 00:00, she crawled up.

Opening the door, she saw that the lights had also been turned off in the opposite room, so she crept to the room on the third floor and began to tinker.

After threading, she lowered her head and began to draw stitch by stitch, her movements skillful and meticulous, and her expression was very focused.

A few hours passed in the blink of an eye, and she twisted her sore neck and stretched.

Looking at the half-finished work in front of her, she paused when she was about to get up.

I don't know how long I can stay here, but I have to speed up. Thinking of this, she picked up the needle and thread again, and hurried until dawn before returning to her room.

For several days, she got up in the middle of the night like this, and was busy until early in the morning, and her body gradually became a little unbearable. On Saturday morning, when she returned to her room, she couldn't hold it anymore, so she fell headlong into the bed and fell asleep immediately.

When she woke up and opened her eyes, it was already sunset outside.

She was startled, quickly got out of bed, hurriedly packed her things, opened the door, and then saw a man and a woman embracing each other in the living room, and was stunned.

There was soothing music in the living room, their clinging bodies swaying gently with the melody, and Sun Mo leaned on Guan Mufeng's shoulder, his face full of sweet smiles. When they heard the sound, they were all stunned, and subconsciously looked at that place, even more surprised.

Qiao Yingying's heart trembled, and she subconsciously wanted to retreat to the room, but she held back stubbornly.

With her head down, she hurried down the stairs, stumbling down the stairs and almost falling down. She straightened up in embarrassment, and walked to the living room without stopping, standing in front of the two of them with her head down.

"Sir, I overslept and I'm going home. She whispered.

There were obvious bruises under her eyes, Guan Mufeng frowned, and just wanted to say something, Sun Mo, who was leaning on his arms, opened his mouth first.

"Look at you, you're tired, hurry home and rest, be careful on the road. ”

Qiao Yingying's hanging head nodded, and her eyes swept over their hands with ten fingers, and her eyes suddenly became hot.

She panicked, hurriedly said goodbye, and ran out of the villa as if she had fled.

Guan Mufeng's brows furrowed even tighter, and he was thinking about whether to chase him out to have a look, when Sun Mo's voice sounded in his ears, with anger, delicate and soft.

"Mu Feng, the dance hasn't finished yet. ”

He withdrew his gaze, looked at the beautiful face in his arms, and smiled slightly: "Then continue." ”

The two continued to embrace, dancing to the gurgling notes.