Song Meilun took the phone and was stunned for a moment, it seemed to be Mu Zhuoyao's call just now.

Mu Zhuoyao came to answer Huaiqing?

"What's going on?" Mu Zhuoyao strode closer with his slender legs and a calm face.

"She's a little too drunk, and she's fine when she just eats." Song Meilun was anxious to explain.

Mu Zhuoyao, don't go back and blame Yan Huaiqing for this.

"Hey, Mr. Mu, you're here." Yan Huaiqing saw that the two people in front of him were talking, and stood up staggeringly, pointing at Mu Zhuoyao with his finger, his face was red, and his two big eyes flashed.

"Words, don't make a fuss." Song Meilun hurriedly broke Yan Huaiqing's hand down, and smiled at Mu Zhuoyao embarrassedly, "She is drunk and a little noisy, please take care of it." ”

"Well, I'll do it." Mu Zhuoyao suppressed the anger in his heart and directly picked up Yan Huaiqing.

Dare to drink outside, it's terrible.

"Ahh Yan Huaiqing exclaimed, and the sudden vacancy of her feet made her two hands want to find balance, and suddenly hooked Mu Zhuoyao's neck.

Song Meilun only followed the two quietly, glancing at Mu Zhuoyao's face from time to time, really afraid that this iceberg face would suddenly explode, "That, today's class reunion, everyone drank a little bit happily." ”

"Yes." Mu Zhuoyao knew, looking down at the woman in his arms, Yan Huaiqing's head was gently leaning on his chest, and the sound of slight breathing was mixed with a little wine, and there was some murmuring.

Mu Zhuoyao's Adam's apple moved slightly.

"Mr. Mu." As soon as he arrived at the door, Assistant Zhao came over with an umbrella.

"Where do you live? I'll send you first. Mu Zhuoyao raised his head and said to Song Meilun.

"Oh, no, no, I'll take a taxi myself." Song Meilun hurriedly waved her hand.

Sitting in a car with Mu Zhuoyao, she will be depressed and suffocated.

"Are you sure you can get a taxi now?" Mu Zhuoyao asked.

"No, no, no, no." Yan Huaiqing in his arms didn't know why, his eyes were closed and he was muttering and shaking his head.

Song Meilun was speechless, this guy is pretending to be drunk.

"Get in the car." Mu Zhuoyao looked at Yan Huaiqing helplessly, and then looked at Song Meilun.

"Then I'll send you and your wife to the car first." Assistant Zhao said, "Miss Song wait here." ”

Song Meilun could only nod.

It was raining very hard outside, and the wipers were running fast.

Song Meilun sat in the passenger seat and secretly looked at Yan Huaiqing from the rearview mirror.

Yan Huaiqing was being held in Mu Zhuoyao's arms at the moment, sleeping quietly. Mu Zhuoyao brushed the hair on Yan Huaiqing's forehead and looked at her gently.

If you don't know what happened before, they look like a happy couple.

"What is she going to do next?" Mu Zhuoyao asked a question coldly.

"Huh?" Song Meilun didn't know what he was asking.

"Isn't the orphanage thing settled?" Mu Zhuoyao reminded.

"Oh, yes." Song Meilun reacted, "Yan Yan said that she was going out to look for a job, but she hasn't found it yet." ”

Mu Zhuoyao's hand on Yan Huaiqing's shoulder hugged it tightly, was the sense of security he gave her not enough?

"There's one more thing I don't know if I should tell you." Song Meilun turned her head to look at Yan Huaiqing, and then at Mu Zhuoyao, a little embarrassed, not knowing whether to talk about it or not.

"What's the matter?" Mu Zhuoyao raised his head, his dark eyes deep.

"Well, that's it, you know about Yanyan's parents." Song Meilun stared at Mu Zhuoyao, trying to see something from his face.

"Yes." Mu Zhuoyao's face was calm.

"Yanyan has never believed that his parents died because of an accident, and has always asked me to investigate secretly, but after all, my ability is limited, and the investigation is slow. Yan Yan is also very anxious, which has always been a thorn in her heart. Song Meilun continued to explain.

She didn't know what Mu Zhuoyao was thinking, and she couldn't see it, but from Mu Zhuoyao's eyes looking at Yan Huaiqing today, she could see that a man liked a woman and was cautious.

That's why she had the courage to say that.

After speaking, Mu Zhuoyao was silent. He thought that Yan Huaiqing should have let go after so long, but Song Meilun's words made him silent.

"I know, Yanyan may have used extraordinary means to marry you, but I believe that she has a hard time, she accidentally injured Ruan Manjun back then, she didn't mean it, when I went to see her, she also blamed herself, and every time she had big and small injuries on her body, she asked her if someone bullied her, she never said, Yanyan is a person who likes to put everything in his heart, he won't complain, he won't be coquettish, he looks very strong on the surface, but in fact, he hides too much bitterness in his heart." Song Meilun choked up as she spoke.

Mu Zhuoyao has been listening silently, Yan Huaiqing in his arms slept sweetly, and he didn't know what was happy in his dreams.

"Actually, I shouldn't have told you this, but I can't bear to say that I'm suffering, and I hope you can be kind to her."

"I will." Mu Zhuoyao covered Yan Huaiqing's head with his hand and said softly.

Song Meilun said these words, and she was also a lot more relaxed.

Soon, I arrived downstairs at Song Meilun's house.

"Thank you for sending me back." Song Meilun got off the lane and thanked him.

"No, it's up to me to thank you for telling me those words, I'll remember it." Mu Zhuoyao rarely said such a long paragraph.

Soon, Assistant Zhao drove the car into the villa.

"It's here, we're off." Mu Zhuoyao saw that Yan Huaiqing was still asleep, and he couldn't bear to wake her up.

Yan Huaiqing was very quiet when she was asleep, and she was like two people from her usual appearance.

"Huh? Where's the pull? Yan Huaiqing opened his eyes reluctantly, confused.

Her memory seems to be stuck in the hotel lobby.

"It's home." Mu Zhuoyao's rare patience.

"Where's Jiala?" Yan Huaiqing raised his eyes to meet Mu Zhuoyao's eyes.

"It's our home." Mu Zhuoyao even explained.

Assistant Zhao was holding an umbrella in front of the car door, with a black line, and President Mu seemed to have forgotten that he was still standing in the rain to hold an umbrella for them.

"Oh, shall we go home then?" Yan Huaiqing pestered Mu Zhuoyao like a child.

"Yes, go home." Mu Zhuoyao opened the door with one hand and hugged Yan Huaiqing's waist with the other, as gentle as coaxing a child.

Yan Huaiqing's weight was all on Mu Zhuoyao's body. She was very light, and Mu Zhuoyao basically carried it to the living room effortlessly.

"Then, Mr. Mu, I'll go back and pull it first." Assistant Zhao waved helplessly at the closed door.

Even if Ruan Manjun was before, Mr. Mu didn't seem to be so enthusiastic, it seems that Mu always really likes Yan Huaiqing.

Assistant Zhao returned to the car with an umbrella and drove home.