Seeing Qiao Yingying's tears flowing more and more, how could she not wipe them clean, Guan Mufeng frowned and shook his head.

"You probably have a bowl of tears in this car, how can you cry like this?" he said, his fingers leaving her cheek to draw a tissue, but Qiao Yingying suddenly came back to her senses, grabbed his palm, and refused to let go.

Looking at each other, Guan Mufeng clearly saw that her dark pupils were full of reluctance, contradictory struggle, like a lightning bolt striking him, and the thought that had been chaotic and uncertain in his mind suddenly became clear.

He breathed heavily, grabbed her hand at once, his eyes were sharp and fixed on her like a falcon, and he said in a deep voice, "Who are you?"

"I... I am..."Qiao Yingying's lips trembled, she could no longer hide her depression, she cried out with a flat mouth, and whimpered intermittently, "I am Yingying... Mr... I'm Yingying..."

Her voice was slurred, but Guan Mufeng could hear every word clearly, and for a moment his heart seemed to stop beating, his brows were loose and tight, and his eyes were full of unbelievable ecstasy.

"Yingying—" he whispered over and over again, his voice filled with joy, his fingers running over her brows and eyes, wiping away her tears. He held her tightly in his arms and kissed her on the cheek like a lost treasure.

His embrace was Qiao Yingying's most attached harbor, she quickly stopped her tears, nestled in the crook of his arm and only felt extremely relieved, and the corners of her mouth were slightly curved.

The emotions tumbling in Guan Mufeng's chest were like a tide, and he couldn't calm down for a long time, and even the arm holding her was trembling slightly, as if he was afraid that it was just a dream and would be shattered in the next second. But when the tide of joy and pleasure gradually faded, and those hidden puzzles, confusion, pain and suffering invaded, the smile on the corner of his mouth gradually faded.

Soon, the car stopped at the door of the villa, Qiao Yingying raised her head and was about to speak, but saw Guan Mufeng's expression was flat and his face was difficult to distinguish.

"What's wrong with you, sir?" she asked softly, her heart jumping. Guan Mufeng picked her up and put her next to the seat, and got off the car without saying a word.

Qiao Yingying stared at his back for two or three seconds, and then hurriedly chased after him.

Guan Mufeng's steps were big and urgent, and when he heard Qiao Yingying's hurried and delicate footsteps behind him, he not only did not stop, but sped up, and his thin lips pursed tighter. After entering the villa, he went directly back to the room, closed the door, and blocked Qiao Yingying, who came in a hurry, outside.

"What's wrong with you, sir, will you let Ying Ying in?"

Qiao Yingying's worried voice came from outside the door, he sat behind the desk, his eyebrows were twisted, his face was calm and did not respond, he got up and went to the balcony after touching a pack of cigarettes from the drawer.

He's angry now, very angry. She was naturally happy to be lost, but she really wanted to leave her, and for whatever reason, he couldn't accept it. Thinking that during this period of time, he was sick with thoughts and struggled repeatedly, but she watched and did nothing, and even had a hot fight with that Li Yuanzhou, and he was even more angry.

So, this time we must teach her a profound lesson. He stomped on the cigarette butt on the ground, and a hint of determination crossed Jun's face.

Qiao Yingying stood outside the door for more than an hour and didn't knock on Mu Feng's door, she couldn't help but have a sour nose and wanted to cry again, but the housekeeper appeared in time to comfort her.

"Miss Qiao, sir, he must have been very a business trip for a few days, this should be tired, it is better to wait for him to rest and come back. The butler said.

"But... But sir, he must be angry with me, and maybe he won't want to see me again. Qiao Yingying said, and the flat mouth was about to drop the golden beans again.

"How is this possible?" said the butler with a determined face, "When my husband was on a business trip, he called every day to inquire about your situation, and after he came back, he went to school with me to pick you up without a good night's sleep, and specially ordered the kitchen to prepare a supper for you, how could he not want to see you." ”

Qiao Yingying sniffed, looked at him with big eyes, and said, "Really?"

"Of course it's true, Sir is just in a bad mood for a while, and when he is angry, he will definitely be the first to see you. The butler said softly. Now that he has confirmed the relationship between the two, he naturally knows that those words are right.

Qiao Yingying looked at the closed door in front of her, and finally said sullenly: "Then I'll come back later." ”

The butler smiled and nodded, and then asked, "Would you like to eat a little bit of supper?"

She touched her shriveled stomach and said embarrassedly, "Then I'll trouble you." ”

"No trouble, as it should be. The butler said with a smile and went downstairs with her.

Behind the door, Guan Mufeng listened to their conversation, his face changed for a while, from hesitation and struggle to embarrassment, and finally became dark again when he heard that Qiao Yingying was going to eat supper.

I also know how to eat, but it seems that I haven't reflected on it at all. He squinted and snorted, turned around and went back to the balcony, thinking about the conversation he had just heard, and his mood became worse and worse.

When did he call every day to ask about her situation, only one day when Haicheng cooled down, he called and said something casually. This butler looks honest and has a slick mouth.

He took a few heavy breaths and exhaled a cloudy breath. A night breeze blew, cold and biting, he frowned, and returned to his study after a moment.

He sat down at the table and took a book to read, but he wandered from time to time and didn't turn a page for half a day. Somewhat irritated, he put the book upside down on the table, he got up and went to the table next to him to get pen and ink and began to write.

Ten minutes later, looking at the word "Ying" on the paper, his face became even more ugly, he threw away the pen, stared at the door that was not moving for a while, and walked over with a calm face.

Pulling the door open a crack, he saw that only the servant and the butler were in the brightly lit living room, and that the annoying little girl did not know where to go. He couldn't help but feel angry again, his chest was jammed, he closed the door in the middle of the night, and entered the bedroom with his eyebrows twisted.

The housekeeper and the maid were startled by the sudden closing of the door, looked upstairs, and saw Qiao Yingying coming out of her room, walking to the door of Guan Mufeng's study with a box in her arms, and then sat down.

She took her things out of the box as she did and began to work on them. The housekeeper was a little curious, and after a while, he brought a cup of hot water upstairs and put it beside her, and glanced at the things in her hand by the way, but almost laughed, and quickly covered his mouth and quietly left.

Guan Mufeng took a shower from the bathroom, intending to take the book into the bedroom, but when he passed by the door, he found a piece of paper on the ground. He was slightly stunned, looked at the crack in the door behind the paper, his eyes moved, and he bent down to pick it up.

It was a painting on the paper, and he almost laughed out loud after just one glance, and quickly coughed lightly, suppressing the corners of his crooked mouth.

Pursing his lips, he scrutinized the painting.

On a large throne sat a man dressed in a grand crown, wearing a jade crown, with a majestic and solemn attitude, and under him was a small turtle, kneeling almost to the ground, and the posture was extremely reverent. The little turtle's back clearly wrote the words "Qiao Yingying".

Do you want him to forgive? He stared at the door, his anger still subsided, and then Qiao Yingying's second painting was stuffed in.

Guan Mufeng picked it up again and looked at it, but this time he didn't smile, and there was a hint of warmth in his eyes.

This picture shows them watching fireworks on the terrace on Chinese New Year's Eve last year. On the paper, they snuggled tightly, looking at the fireworks in the distance, the facial features of the simple description were smiling, and the good memories came to their faces. There is also a line of small characters next to it: I hope that the years will be today.

His chest moved slightly, but he pressed down, and looked again at the crack at the bottom of the door, where no new paintings had been inserted. He went to the bookcase and took a stool, took a step back and got some pen and paper, and sat down in front of the door.

Qiao Yingying's painting speed was very fast, and it didn't take long for the third painting to be handed in. He bent down again to pick it up, his eyes darkening.

There are three small pictures on the painting, each with a short paragraph next to it.

In the first picture, she sits next to him, with an English book spread out in front of them.

"Sir, why do you say I love my teacher, love doesn't mean love?"

This word also means love, and you will know it when you learn more. ”

"That's right. I love you!"

"It's not the right usage. ”

"What's wrong?"

"You'll find out later. ”

In the second picture, she sits on his lap, her clothes in tatters and her hair disheveled, but she looks very happy and proud.

"Sir, do you like this surprise?"

"Like, it's the best gift I've ever received since I was a kid. ”

In the third picture, she is outside a door, and on the other side of the door stands him.

There is only one sentence below: I love you.

Guan Mufeng's gaze fell on these three words, he didn't move for a long time, and a deep pleasure surged in his chest, almost making him can't help but open the door.

He resisted the urge and, after writing a sentence on a blank piece of paper, shoved it through the crack in the door.

At this time, Qiao Yingying outside the door was hesitating which scene to draw, and a piece of paper suddenly appeared before meeting, and she was surprised and surprised, and hurriedly picked it up to see.

Guan Mufeng's words are strong and powerful, which is the style she admires the most, but the content of the words makes her heart sink down.

"Why?" was just three simple words, but it seemed to choke her throat, making it difficult for her to breathe for a moment. How should she answer this question?

Guan Mufeng sat behind the door and waited for a long time without seeing Qiao Yingying's response, and a touch of uneasiness and anxiety passed through his heart. Just as he was about to open the door with a calm face, another painting was handed in.

This time, he walked arm in arm with a girl dressed like a princess, and another girl watched them from the corner, her back lonely and sad.

He looked at the painting, his thin lips pursed slightly, and a trace of chagrin flashed in his eyes.

But even if she was angry that he and Tang Miao had an affair when they got close, she shouldn't be so willful and decisive, and she would leave him without asking. He stood behind the door pinching the painting, not moving for a moment.

Qiao Yingying waited outside the door nervously, not knowing if Guan Mufeng could accept this reason. She really didn't have the courage to tell him the truth, so she had to be cowardly and selfish again.

But the people inside didn't respond.

She couldn't help but start despairing, how could she be easily forgiven for doing so many excessive things. Just when she was discouraged, the door suddenly opened, and a familiar figure appeared in front of her.

Guan Mufeng's face was still a little dark, and he looked at her sullenly and said, "The reason is unqualified, and you will be severely punished." ”

"Hmm. Qiao Yingying's nose was sour, she nodded heavily, and threw herself into his arms in the next second, tears of guilt fell, but the corners of her mouth were curved, infinitely happy.

Guan Mufeng's cold and hard expression softened little by little, and his hard-hearted heart finally turned into finger twisting softness in Qiao Yingying's intermittent whimpering, and he unloaded his resistance.

Reaching out to touch her jet-black head, he curled the corners of his mouth and gently soothed her ear: "Don't cry, little turtle." ”