"Huh?" He looked at her in some surprise, then bit his lip, put the script aside, sat down beside her, and watched her.

"Nuan Nuan, did I do something wrong? You tell me, don't ignore me......" The young man's voice was full of loss and pleading, looking at her, the light in her dark eyes was heavy, which made her heart soften.

"I'm not in good spirits, I want to rest, I'll practice with you tomorrow, not ignore you." Bai Nuan explained with difficulty, and had to consider the words, for fear that she, a little neighbor, would misunderstand.

Having said that, how did he get this eye, it can be lighted at once, it looks good.

Feeling that Bai Nuan was looking at his eyes, An Yang silently lowered his eyelids slightly, and his eyelashes trembled slightly, making the whole eye line more beautiful.

Bai Nuan was really successfully attracted, pursed his lips, and reached out to pat him on the shoulder: "Don't think about it, I didn't ignore you, go home, I'm going to sleep." This is arguably the longest number of words she has ever said such meaningless words.

And I haven't felt so tired yet.

An Yang nodded, and curled the corners of his lips: "Then trouble you, Nuan Nuan, see you tomorrow." He smiled and said goodbye to her.

Bai Nuan nodded: "Well, goodbye." ”

As soon as Anyang came home, he saw An's mother sitting on the sofa, she felt a little haggard, nestled on the sofa, and there were two sleeping pills on the coffee table, which was probably a problem of poor rest.

An Yang walked over, looked at the medicine, and threw it into the trash.

The sound of the movement woke up An's mother, who hadn't been asleep much.

Seeing him come back, he rubbed his temples in a daze, propped himself up, and exhaled: "You're back, I'll cook for you, you wait for me." ”

She tried to cheer up and smiled at him, but the bloodshot eyes exposed her tiredness, and her body swayed a little.

An Yang pursed his lips, held her down, and pressed her back to the sofa, with a little coldness in his voice: "Sit here, I'll cook, don't contact him next time." ”

He could see that she must have been in contact with that man again, otherwise with the company's workload, she would not have been allowed to be like this.

Mother An pursed her lips, sighed, and was a little depressed: "I know......"

"Hmm." An Yang answered, picked up an apron from the table next to him, tied it for himself, and walked to the kitchen to get busy.

I made some soothing food for her.

Although he didn't expect anything from his mother, he had to take care of his own mother after all.

Even if it was once her, pushing herself into that hell with her own hands, he still had to take care of it.

Maybe this is the so-called family affection.

An Yang lowered his head and washed the dishes, with indifferent mockery in his eyes.

Mother Ann watched him go in, holding her face with both hands, and took a deep breath, the already thin person now looks even more clear.

After he was done, he let An's mother eat some, and when he was done, he went to wash the dishes, and he didn't let her do housework, and the whole person was a little silent at home.

I don't know if I ate something, An's mother sat on the sofa and fell asleep in a daze.

When An Yang came out, he saw her lying on the sofa, curled up.

He pursed his lips, walked over, bent down and picked up the person, put her in her room, covered the quilt, turned off the light and went out.

The voice is soft.