Jiang Muqing felt that everything in the house did not seem to have changed, it seemed to have changed a lot, many new dishes were added to the table, oysters and asparagus appeared quite frequently, the juice was also replaced with low-alcohol champagne, and desserts such as dark chocolate were added after the meal...... Hot.

"You're manipulating, aren't you?" Fu Haotian dragged Ling Zixuan outside, he was also an old man, the food in the past few days, the fragrance coming from Jiang Muqing's room, was simply challenging his limits.

Ling Zixuan sorted out his collar, "I didn't rush at you, why are you in a hurry?" ”

"Why don't you eat those dishes?" The combination of dishes every day is very particular, and it must be quite promising.

"Of course I don't have to." Of course he didn't dare to eat it, these dishes were carefully prepared, he was in the prime of life, and he would have a nosebleed after eating, the most important thing was that his mother-in-law had a will, and he didn't dare to disobey.

"And what about the perfume in your mother's room?"

"That's a professional ** perfume, I've searched almost all the relevant web pages, these methods are the best policy, the final key," Ling Zixuan patted Fu Haotian on the shoulder, "You're the only one left." ”

Fu Haotian shook off Ling Zixuan's hand, "You mean to let me take advantage of others' danger?" ”

"I mean for you to relieve my mother of suffering," use some brains, Ling Zixuan prayed silently in his heart.

In the evening, Ling Zixuan dismissed the Jiang family's servants under the pretext of the weekend, and threatened to take the old man Jiang to live in the countryside for a few days to feel the idyllic scenery.

"Is that good?" In the car, Old Man Jiang asked Ling Zixuan, who was driving in front of him, worriedly.

"What if that doesn't happen? Pointing to my mom to figure it out? Don't look at her in other aspects, her emotional intelligence is too low. ”

"It's fortunate and unfortunate to have a son like you, alas, ......" is really old, and this way of filial piety is too unacceptable.

"You think, if my mother were alone, she would be dissatisfied, and then she would resent people who were happier than her, and then she would get into a lot of trouble."

"It's not a country road." Old Man Jiang looked out the window, and the road he had taken was different from before.

Ling Zixuan smiled, "Don't go to the countryside, go to my house, you can also see my brother's children." "It's a bit difficult to have him take care of an elderly person on his own.

"You ghost." Old Man Jiang leaned back on his seat and smiled, he was really old, and he couldn't keep up with the rhythm of young people.

Damn, it was raining outside, and the lightning outside the window was followed by thunder, and at this time there was a power outage at home, Jiang Muqing sat alone in the empty living room with a flashlight, feeling a little creepy, she knew that Fu Haotian lived in a bungalow at the end of the garden, but it was always bad to take the initiative to come over to him on such a lonely night, forget it, let's go back to sleep.

Back in the bedroom, Jiang Muqing took a simple bath, lying on the bed, the fresh aroma made her feel comfortable, and there were some indescribable feelings, suddenly a cool breeze blew, which careless maid actually did not close the window tightly, with a flashlight, the window sill was already waterlogged, she hurriedly closed the window, but found that the window seemed to be stuck, tried several times and did not close, and could not open the window to sleep for one night, in desperation, had to dial Fu Haotian's phone.

"What's wrong? Why can't you close it? Jiang Muqing held up the flashlight, it has been a while, why can't it be repaired.

"There's something in the pulley, it's stuck." Ling Zixuan, even if you are ruthless, Fu Haotian cursed in his heart, he actually made a move in such a high card slot, and the most unbearable thing for him was that despite his efforts to concentrate, his keen sense of smell still caught those deadly aromas.

"Can you get it right?" Jiang Muqing didn't know how helpless and sultry his voice sounded now.

Fu Haotian cleared his throat, "It'll be fine for a while." ”

After fiddling with it for a while, I finally pulled out a screw cap that was stuck in the pulley.

"How can this thing get stuck on it?" Jiang Muqing was very puzzled.

Fu Haotian was speechless, thinking that this question has to be asked to your genius son. Seeing that Fu Haotian didn't speak, Jiang Muqing didn't know what to say.

"I'm leaving." Fu Haotian washed his hands and checked it again.

"Hmm." Jiang Muqing was somehow reluctant to let him go.

Fu Haotian was just about to go out, when suddenly there was a huge thunder in the sky, which frightened Jiang Muqing, he hurriedly turned back and walked up to her, "Are you okay?" ”

"No ......" Before Jiang Muqing finished speaking, there was another thunderclap, and she subconsciously pounced directly on Fu Haotian and hugged him tightly.

After a long time, the rain stopped, the thunder stopped, Fu Haotian's mind surged, the reason why she hugged him was because of the special atmosphere in front of her, the special aroma, and the special loneliness, tomorrow morning, everything will be the same as before, cold words, hurtful alienation, all her enthusiasm and expectations will only be empty.

Feeling that Fu Haotian's body was getting stiffer and stiffer, Jiang Muqing knew that he was leaving, and what qualifications did she have to keep him, she had hurt him like that, alienated him like that, she was also afraid, afraid that she would become dependent and afraid of losing, if Fu Haotian really left her one day, what would happen to her?

What will happen to you? Divorcing Ling Haoran is just a little unwilling in her heart, but if Fu Haotian really leaves her, how will she live? Since she was sensible, Fu Haotian followed her like a shadow to protect her and endure her, if one day he no longer had her in his eyes, how would she live? Jiang Muqing was lying on the empty big bed, unable to answer these questions, tears sliding down and wetting the pillow......

Early the next morning, after Fu Haotian got up, he rubbed his temples with a faint pain, he was over forty years old, and his children's love would only increase his troubles, he sighed, he didn't want to wash his face, thinking that the fresh breath after the rain could always make his breathing easier, he pushed open the door, but unexpectedly found Jiang Muqing standing in front of his door.

Fu Haotian turned his head to look at the clock in the back room, "It's only half past six, isn't it early to have breakfast?" ”

Jiang Muqing stood there without saying a word, just looking at him intently.

Fu Haotian was looked at, "You speak......"

"Let's ......" Jiang Muqing gritted her teeth, "Let's be together." ”

Early in the morning, Fu Haotian wondered if his hearing had deteriorated, "What did you say?" ”

Jiang Muqing had been standing outside for more than half an hour, she had done a lot of mental construction before she spoke, and she actually asked her to say it again, "Forget it, when I didn't say it, go back and go back to sleep." Before she could turn around, she was hugged by Fu Haotian.

"I heard it, I don't have to repeat it." Fu Haotian muttered softly.

There was no longer a need for fresh air in the morning, and after closing the door, the two of them began to breathe a little rapidly, Jiang Muqing suggested, "We should have breakfast first." ”

"No, I've been eating pretty well these days."

"What's good?"

Fu Haotian didn't bother to answer, he had waited too long for this day, and all the small talk was superfluous......

It was actually empty, Ling Zixuan, who came back early in the morning to watch the show, closed Jiang Muqing's door in disappointment, such a superb serial plan could actually fail, he needed to review himself.