Pei Fengnian walked down with a tired face.

He glanced at the restaurant, and at a glance he saw Mu Xi, who was stuffing white rice into his mouth without saying a word.

Then he walked a few more steps and saw Pei Xingbei, who was sitting opposite Mu Xi with his head bowed.

This scene is still unexpectedly rare.

At least in Pei Fengnian's eyes, he thinks so.

In the past few years, as long as Pei Xingbei and Mu Xi sit together to eat, Mu Xi will always sit next to Pei Xingbei, talking non-stop, and constantly trying to make Pei Xingbei speak.

And now, Mu Xi actually sat opposite Pei Xingbei, and he didn't say a word, and the whole restaurant was quite quiet.

Pei Fengnian raised his eyebrows, and he walked over slowly.

"Awake?" Pei Fengnian pulled out the chair of Mu Xi's narrator and sat down.

Hearing Pei Fengnian's voice next to him, Mu Xi, who was chewing white rice sluggishly, coughed in fright.

"Are you alright?" Pei Fengnian immediately covered Mu Xi's injured abdomen.

Mu Xi shook his head: "No, no, no, I just choked ......"

Only then did Pei Fengnian cautiously put down his hand.

Although Pei Xingbei lowered his head, his eyes saw the whole process.

The mother's smile just now, the embarrassed and shy expression, all fell into Pei Xingbei's eyes silently.

Pei Xingbei couldn't tell what he felt in his heart.

Obviously, my mother seems to be the same as before, and she is still so smart with a smile, but why, when she was with him just now, she was so stiff...... Fat Cat Literature Network

Does Mom really hate him?

After eating, Mu Xi put down his chopsticks and left the restaurant without saying a word.

Pei Fengnian raised his head and looked at Mu Xi's somewhat lost soul's back, and the irritability in his heart resurfaced.

What is Mu Xi hiding?

Pei Xingbei, who had been holding chopsticks but hadn't eaten anything, listened to Mu Xi's footsteps gradually moving away, he slowly raised his head and looked at Pei Fengnian, his heart jumped: "Mom, doesn't you hate me a little." ”

Pei Fengnian was stunned, he slowly turned his head, and looked at Pei Xingbei's somewhat flustered eyes, he was silent for a few seconds and said honestly: "She doesn't hate you." ”

Hearing Pei Fengnian's answer, Pei Xingbei wanted to ask him why he didn't want to talk to him if his mother didn't hate him.

But he couldn't ask, he wasn't qualified to ask.

Back in the room, Mu Xi touched her injured abdomen, gently opened the drawer, and she looked through her notebook with her eyes down.

Found her notebook, Mu Xi held the notebook in one hand and touched her abdomen with the other, and she slowly sat on the bed.

Mu Xi slowly opened the notebook, which recorded all kinds of speculations about his fandom.

Now that everything is revealed, Mu Xi suddenly has a sour nose, these things are piled up on her body, she is really a little breathless, and she even feels that she is about to schizophrenia.

When the phone rang, Mu Xi was a little sluggish, the phone rang for a while, Mu Xi reacted from her thoughts, she quickly picked up the phone, and connected directly without even reading the caller's name.

"Hey ......"

"Muxi? How do you sound wilted? Liang Zhen's clear voice came out of the phone, "By the way, didn't you go to Jiangcheng to play?" Is it really that fun over there? I heard you stayed there for a month. ”

"Ah...... Is it? ”

Mu Xi lowered his eyes slightly, and closed the notebook on his lap with his other hand.