On the afternoon of the second day, Mu Lingyu really pushed off the affairs and drove to the cemetery alone.

Wen Xiyan naturally didn't follow, he knew that that place must be a holy place for Mu Lingyu - the holy place in her heart, and no one else was allowed to step into it.

And he himself has not yet reached the position where the president can take the initiative to break the boundaries and open up to himself.

So he just got the key to her apartment with Guò Lianyi on the pretext of preparing dinner after Mu Lingyu left. Because Mu Lingyu is not in the company, he naturally doesn't have to stay in the company all the time as a personal assistant, after asking Lian Yi to keep it secret, he drove directly to the vegetable market, and while thinking about the content of the dinner, he unknowingly bought a lot of things.

I hadn't paid much attention to the president's residence before, but when Wen Xiyan took advantage of cleaning up the house for the president this time, he also made a special observation, and the only feeling was probably loneliness.

All the qiē here are paved in cold colors, and the empty look makes people's hearts feel a little empty and lonely.

If the president wants to move, he will probably just pack a few clothes and leave.

Wen Xiyan, who incarnated as a part-time nanny, sighed helplessly and distressedly.

It was getting dark.

In the evening, as soon as Mu Lingyu walked to the door, he found that the door was suddenly opened from the inside.

A solemn woman in black couldn't help but raise her eyebrows.

For the gentle and handsome young man was standing at the door, looking at her with a smile.

"Welcome back, President." Wen Xiyan wrapped his navy blue apron and waved the shovel in his hand and smiled softly.

Mu Lingyu still raised his eyebrows and looked at him.

Wen Xiyan realized his current image, couldn't help blushing slightly, and hurriedly turned back to the kitchen to put down the shovel, and then took off his apron.

Mu Lingyu quietly followed him into the house, and his calm tone made it impossible to hear joy and anger at all, "Why are you here?" ”

"I'm here to cook dinner for the president, the company has nothing to do with me, so I thought it would be better to come over early."

When Wen Xiyan walked over and answered her naturally, he also took the windbreaker jacket that was originally placed on the crook of Mu Lingyu's arm, and put it on the hanger after taking care of it.

"By the way, I borrowed Sister Lian's key to come in, the president won't mind, right?"

He turned his head and secretly observed the woman leaning against the wall, and saw that her face had improved as if she had washed away her previous tiredness, and her expression was a little light and energetic, and he couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

Mu Lingyu snorted lazily.

Seeing her cold and silent appearance that was different from the past, Wen Xiyan was a little surprised and a little happy, does this mean that she has been included in the circle of her own people divided by the president in her heart?

"Speaking of which, I went to the seafood market today to see that the crabs were good, so I bought some and came back." Wen Xiyan walked to the dining table with Mu Lingyu and said with great interest, "And I saw that there was an innovation in making vinegar fish on the Internet, so I tried to make it, and it seems that the taste should be good." And then I also make purple crab and Longjing drunken shrimp, well, the rest is some home-cooked food - hey, I feel like I'm going to make too much if I'm not careful. ”

Mu Lingyu washed his hands indifferently in the chattering voice of the young man, then glanced at the dishes on the table, and then lightly looked at his own assistant who was slightly embarrassed in the end, and sat down calmly, "It's okay, it's rare to have this kind of Manchurian and Han full banquet, just enjoy it." ”

Wen Xiyan: "......"

Isn't that really a joke about him? The young man flattened his mouth, and thought a little like crying without tears, when did the president have such a bad taste?

Mu Lingyu's first chopsticks were the vinegar fish, she chewed it carefully, and then thoughtfully.

"How's it going, has the taste improved, President?" Wen Xiyan stared at her a little nervously.

The corners of Mu Lingyu's lips were slightly hooked, and he whispered slowly, "Lian Yi told me before that there is a word that suits you very well, and now I agree." ”

Wen Xiyan sighed, a little dazed.

But if it's Lian Yi who said it......

"People. . Wife. Mu Lingyu paused word by word, and the black eyes that were indifferent in the past rarely flashed a mocking smile.

Really.

Wen Xiyan showed a slightly helpless look, but did not refute, and then looked back at her with a smile.

Mu Lingyu saw his appearance that seemed to be tacit and implied something, and knew that the time was ripe.

But she still moved the chopsticks quietly, after all, Wen Xiyan's cooking skills are really good. His wife did not insult him at all in terms of labor, and his skills as a "little housework expert" lit up in labor.

And the chef Wen Xiyan didn't follow the chopsticks this time, but just kept looking at her with a gentle smile, and then suddenly raised his eyebrows and sandwiched a little carrot between her chopsticks, "President, picky eating is a bad habit." ”

Mu Lingyu looked back expressionlessly, but under the gentle look that he didn't approve of and insisted, he silently shifted his gaze.

Seeing the president staring at the carrots in the bowl with a cold expression, he was unwilling to compromise on life or death, Wen Xiyan couldn't cry and laugh for a while, and at the same time, he was a little surprised by the president's contrast.

Who told him that the president didn't pick anything to eat? Obviously, the president doesn't like green onions, ginger and garlic, and he doesn't like garlic sprouts and green peppers, and carrots won't be touched at all!

If she is not a picky eater, then the people of the world will probably be able to feed her.

Wen Xiyan couldn't help but complain so helplessly.

So in the days that followed, the two got along more and more ambiguously.

Wen Xiyan gradually consciously intervened in Mu Lingyu's life, and even almost took over all the things around Mu Lingyu, and got the key to her apartment because of this.

In life, laundry, cooking, tidying up the room, tidying up at work, and don't forget to pay attention to whether she needs milk (President Mu: ...... ), is simply incarnated as a twenty-four filial nanny and subordinate, and even Mu Lingyu's menstrual period can be grasped very clearly.

For this reason, Lian Yi couldn't help but wonder if he had a crush on his goddess, but unfortunately he could find an excuse to escape or change the topic every time.

Just when Wen Xiyan was secretly thinking about the plan to boil the frog in warm water, he was shattered because something happened that caught him off guard.

His ex-girlfriend, Yin Lingzhen, suddenly returned to China.

"Ayan, you don't seem to welcome me back?" A woman who looked proud and beautiful in a high-end brand lowered her head and stirred the coffee in the cup and asked softly, her eyebrows frowning slightly with a clear sense of beauty.

Wen Xiyan, who was a little distracted and wondered if the president had a good meal at this time, couldn't help but react for a moment when he heard her question, and was slightly stunned for a while before shaking his head and saying calmly, "I'm just a little surprised, you will choose to come back at this time." After all, you said you would go for seven years, but it was only one year at this time. ”

And he should also be grateful to this ex-girlfriend, if she wasn't so ruthless at the beginning, he wouldn't have met the president because he lost his soul.

is so decisive and ruthless and domineering, but he indirectly saved all of his women who he loved so deeply.

And if he hadn't met the president at the beginning, he wouldn't have known what it would have been like at this time.

Maybe you can't get anything and live in that little house, maybe you put down your pride and compromise with your father, maybe you ...... It will become completely different from itself, and become a different and terrible person.

Wen Xiyan was in a trance for a moment and sighed secretly.

How sad it would be to not even recognize yourself.

And just when Wen Xiyan was sad and sad, the woman sitting opposite him felt that she had won the battle.

"Because I regret it...... Ayan, I regret that I left you behind because of my dreams. I can't help but think of you when I live on my own abroad, and that's when I realize that I still love you - is it still too late, Ayan? ”

Yin Lingzhen looked at the man's appearance of being in a trance and sad because he saw him, and the expression on his face couldn't help but become more determined. This man really still loves him, even if he repeatedly abandons him.

- For her, Wen Xiyan has long been a turtle in an urn, and she can't turn over if she holds it in the palm of her hand.

If it weren't for that misunderstanding back then......

Thinking of this, the woman couldn't help but secretly blame, and Ayan was too, why didn't she explain it to her at that time? If she knew that his family actually had money to support her studies, how could she bear to break up with him and go to France?

She and Ayan are not together for money, of course because they love him. This man has always been obedient and pampered to her, even if she makes excessive demands, he will try to do it for himself, and how can she not love him?

But I didn't expect Ayan to be so protective of himself......

Yin Lingzhen's beautiful eyes involuntarily showed a little hurt and stubbornness, which looked even more lovable, which made people can't help but feel a little softer.

- Of course, this does not include Wen Xiyan.

Maybe when he looked at the arrogant and stubborn woman in front of him and showed sad love for him, he would feel distressed and soft-hearted, and couldn't help lowering his bottom line again, dedicating his heart to let her trample on it.

But now in front of him, who seems to have experienced a rebirth, the qiē in front of him seems to him as ridiculous as a play. Even if Yin Lingzhen had to whisper and feel pitiful, he would probably only be indifferent.

Maybe it's not that I've become hard-hearted, but because ...... His heart changed.

The person in his heart is no longer this woman who loves vanity and arrogance, but the woman who looks strong and arrogant, but actually craves warmth and distress.

So......

He smiled calmly, "Probably, it's too late, Miss Yin." ”