Mengjun stepped up to the fourth floor in one breath, suddenly turned around, looked at Mu Xingchen with cold eyes and said, "Okay, Master Mu, can you go back?" Our poor house, compared to your splendid house, is not even as good as a kennel, and you are scarce enough, right? Please come back! Please leave me with one last bit of dignity, okay? As he spoke, he stretched out his hand and made a stiff gesture of please. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Mu Xingchen was slightly stunned, just now he thought that this girl had walked upstairs all the way to listen to the well-behaved and obedient, why did he turn his face again after such a while? But when he met her hurt eyes, he understood everything. It turns out that the little worm with low self-esteem in this girl's stomach is doing it again, she feels that she is from a poor background, and she feels that she is not worthy of him at all. But how could he care about all this? What he desperately needs now is just to be by her side, just to help her solve all her difficulties, just to see the sunny smile on her face.

Thinking of this, he was relieved, and there was a little joy in the relief: it turned out that the so-called place where this girl didn't want to see him was just because of their so-called disparity in status. In this way, not only was he not angry, but a kind of extra distress for her rose in his heart. This cute, peugeot, stubborn chick of his! It turns out that her immature shoulders have to carry so many burdens of life!

"Mengjun, don't you always look like you're rejecting people thousands of miles away, okay? It's not my fault that I come from a wealthy family, and it's not your fault that you come from such an ordinary family. But that shouldn't be a reason to hinder you and me, right? I also believe that you are by no means a worldly girl. Meng-kun, if some of my words hurt, then I beg your forgiveness. I really just want to show my concern and love for you, please don't reject me, okay? ”

Mengjun didn't speak, she didn't expect that Mu Xingchen would say such heart-warming words. The two of them were silent on the stairs on the fourth floor for a long time, and there was only a small dim light in the corridor, which was installed by the residents of this building at their own expense. It was this kind of obscure light shining on Mu Xingchen's ghostly carved face, which created an extraordinarily magical tone, that kind of warm tone, which suddenly made a softest place in Mengjun's heart ripple slightly, with this layer of waves, that wave after wave of warm and safe feeling lingered, which made her can't help but be in a trance.

Over the years, the embarrassing life, the harsh treatment of her stepmother and the heavy schoolwork made her feel an indescribable tiredness, although she also had her father's selfless and extensive love and Mingxuan's meticulous care, and the childlike fun of her younger siblings. However, none of this can offset the heaviness in her heart, let alone alleviate her sense of weightlessness. Especially since her father had a car accident, her feeling has become more and more solemn, and it has reached the verge of breaking down.

Although she still looks tough and optimistic in front of outsiders and her younger siblings, only she knows how hard she has endured. Sometimes, she felt like a balloon full of air, desperately trying to fly high in the air, but always afraid of the danger of shattering. But at this moment, she has found a sense of security that she has never felt before, so that she can completely relax and relax, and Mu Xingchen seems to be her fulcrum. She looked at him, and in this dim light, which could glow with strange sensations, she had an incomparably strong desire to throw herself into his arms. She was slowly approaching him.

Mu Xingchen's heart had already blossomed, but he didn't expect him to say this. He completely conquered this stubborn girl who seemed to be wearing layers of hard shells, and he was happily opening his arms, waiting for this girl to take the initiative to give him a hug. Unexpectedly, the voice of a timid little girl completely shattered his sweet dream.

"Sister, are you back? Why haven't you come up yet? This was indeed Meng's voice, she was wearing a plain nightgown standing on the stairs on the fourth and a half floors, looking at Mengjun and Mu Xingchen with a little surprise and timidity.

"Oh, yes, my sister is back!" Meng's words also completely brought Mengjun back to reality. Everything that I felt just now was suddenly a dream, a dream that was extremely beautiful and very short-lived. Such a scene flashed in Mengjun's mind countless times afterwards, but she could only use it as a tool to alert herself. How can it be? Mu Xingchen, the eldest young master of a wealthy family, would really fall in love with her, a girl from a poor family? The story of Cinderella and the prince is just a beautiful and hopeful fairy tale. A fairy tale can only be a fairy tale, and reality is still reality after all. She knew this very well, even though she was not yet eighteen years old.

"Why did you come out with so little to wear? What about Dream Sail? Go back to your room with your sister! Mengjun cherished and held his sister's somewhat cool hand, pulled her and walked quickly to the room. She wanted to shut the black-bellied man out as soon as possible, and she didn't want Chen Lanzhi to know what she had to do with such a wealthy son, otherwise, with her temper, something would inevitably happen.