Mu Xingfeng is the same as he has been in the past five years, cold and unpopular, while An Ran, who looks like a stealer, is well-behaved and well-behaved, but he is not as eccentric as before.

He Yushu sighed secretly, thinking, An Ran has lost his memory now, so he is so angry with his family, and An Ran has become like this, his son must be even more self-blaming, so he seems to have fewer words.

When the two of them get along for a long time, or An Ran slowly remembers, it will naturally be fine.

After eating, the two of them didn't stay in the Mu family's old mansion for long, and Mu Xingfeng took An Ran back to the villa.

The car drove into the gate of the villa, looked at the European-style villa safely, and secretly exhaled, and the mood seemed to be better.

Ben made a subtle little move, but it fell into Mu Xingfeng's eyes without a trace.

"Let's go, we're home."

Mu Xingfeng turned to the other side after getting out of the car, personally helped An Ran open the car door, and saw her get out of the car before walking to the house.

An Ran looked at the tall man in front of him, and the big hand with distinct and slender bones in his sleeve, moved his fingers, bit his red lip lightly, and finally took a few steps, reaching out to hold the big hand.

"I'll show you the room," Mu Xingfeng opened the door with one hand, bypassed An Ran's shoulder with the other, and gently pushed her back, letting her enter the door first.

An Ran silently withdrew the little hand hanging in the air, took the slippers handed over by Mu Xingfeng and changed them, followed behind him, and looked around at the decoration of the villa as he walked inside.

Just like when he left Anron five years ago, the villa maintained Enron's favorite style, whether it was the plush cushions on the sofa or the knick-knacks next to the TV, Mu Xingfeng didn't even change their positions.

Finally, Mu Xingfeng pushed open the door of the master bedroom and said to An Ran, "This is our room, the wardrobe on the right side of the cloakroom is your clothes, or they were sent over according to your size five years ago, if it is not suitable for them to send them, you can also ask the driver to take you to the shopping mall under Muhammad to choose for yourself." ”

Saying that, Mu Xingfeng thought of something, walked to the bedside table, opened the drawer, and took out a platinum card from it, "In the future, you will use the money in this card, and the password is your birthday." ”

Looking at the platinum card that symbolized the identity and status, An Ran's eyes quickly flashed a bright light, hesitated for a moment, and reached out to take it.

"My birthday?"

"Yes, September 1st, your birthday, the password of this card is 000901, remember?" Mu Xingfeng repeated it to her.

"Well, remember, did Mr. Mu accompany me for my birthday every year before?" An Ran suddenly raised his head and asked, with a hint of anticipation in his eyes.

Mu Xingfeng's deep eyes flashed with an unclear expression, making it impossible to see the emotions inside.

"I haven't been able to accompany you well before, but I will accompany you in the future, I will accompany you on every birthday, it's still early, you rest for a while, I'll go to the study to deal with some things, and I'll accompany you later."

"If Mr. Mu is busy with you, I will take care of myself." After spending half a day with Mu Xingfeng, An Ran found that although Mu Xingfeng had a cold feeling that no one could approach, he was really good to her.

No matter when or what she does, she thinks about everything and will not let her feel a little embarrassed and embarrassed.

After Mu Xingfeng left the room, An Ran went directly into the cloakroom, opened the cabinet on the right, and a cabinet of the season's big-name high-end appeared in front of him.

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