Peng Xinxin and Coco mixed with Yi Lan, and Brooke carried Mu Jiangrong on his back and went to Coco's house together. After settling Yi Lan, Coco asked Brooke to sit in the living room and wait, and she and Peng Xinxin entered another guest room where Mu Jiangrong was lying and locked the door.

This was Brooke's first time walking into Coco's mansion. He looked around, luxurious and tasteful decorations, exquisite furniture, and valuable decorations. Even if the business of the bar was ten times better than it is now, he would not be able to live like this. Finally, Brooke's eyes fell on the coffee cabinet.

When Coco walked to the living room, Brooke was drinking coffee while reading her coffee notes. The characteristics of the production area, cupping, flavor description and extraction method of each bean are well documented.

"Do you like the Blue Mountains?"

Brooke looked engaged, and when he looked up, he saw that Coco had come out of the guest room, picked up the empty coffee bag he had placed on the table, and threw it into the trash. He let out a somewhat flustered "um".

"Interesting." Coco narrowed her eyes, pondering Brooke.

Blue Mountain Coffee is a coffee bean with the highest balance, like a gentleman, subtle, gentle, with meticulous rigor, and restrained feelings, he will take care of women's emotions carefully, but there will be no abrupt violation. And Mu Jiangrong is like a glass of golden Mandheling, with a mellow flavor, especially the chocolate cup rhyme with a long aftertaste, which is even more fascinating. But Golden Mandheling was also rated as the most bitter coffee.

Moreover, Mu Jiangrong's cup is still excessively extracted, and the astringency in the throat alone is no longer worth nostalgia. In contrast, Coco felt that Brooke was more suitable for Ilan.

Peng Xinxin was still in the guest room, putting a small bottle in his hand into his bag. Whether it's other cocoa backups or take them away, the small bottle containing Mu Jiangrong's DNA, she doesn't dare to hand it over to cocoa.

Looking at Mu Jiangrong, who was lying on the bed like a dead tree, Peng Xin thought in his heart, I hope what she and Coco did today will never come in handy.

Yesterday, she happily went to see Yi Lan with Coco, discussing all the way how to deduce the most perfect ending for this long sadistic love.

Coco didn't get much information from his friends, only that he knew that the new leader of Iran was indeed their elementary school classmates.

Regarding Mu Jiangrong's marriage, as well as the general experience over the years, they had just heard about it before they rushed to the bar tonight.

Why, the only man Yi Lan has ever loved, would hurt her so deeply. Mu Jiangrong looked at Yi Lan's eyes, just like a good flower looked at her, and they grew up together since childhood, such a childhood sweetheart, the relationship between the two little guesses, she is always reluctant, I believe that Mu Jiangrong will change her mind.

When Iran woke up the next morning, she found herself in Coco's bed, with a person sleeping next to her, her breath smelling of alcohol. She stretched out her arm and hugged her: "I'm so uncomfortable. With that, he fell asleep again.

When I woke up again, it was already afternoon. Iran got dressed, went to her bag first, and pulled out her phone from inside. There was only one unread message in the phone, which was sent by Liao Wu Qianhui. "Sister, are you better? Be happy! A million rest assured, I will help you keep it a secret! ”

Yi Lan walked into the bathroom to wash, and in the mirror, her face was haggard and her eyes were dull. Yesterday's half-day was even more vicissitudes than her experience in the past ten years. She was stunned for a moment.

On the second day of the reception, that is, on the morning of New Year's Day, she made a phone call to Xiao Qianhui, and what they talked about, Yi Lan remembered it too clearly. Perhaps, she didn't want to think about it anymore, after all, none of it mattered.

Iran stood in front of the mirror and looked at herself in the mirror. What do I do next? She has to face Mu Jiangrong every day when she goes to work. The thought of this made her feel a splitting headache.

Shaking her head, she inhaled deeply into the mirror, exhaled again, repeated it a few times, patted her cheek again, smiled at herself in the mirror, and then pushed the door and walked out.

Peng Xinxin sat cross-legged at the dining table and covered her stomach, humming and chirping. Coco cooks something on the side. On the table, there are a few plates of light and appetizing side dishes.

"Girl, come here, let me take a good look, I slept all night with my grandfather in my arms yesterday, is it beautiful and delicious today?"

"My lord, the slave family is naturally as beautiful as a flower, and everyone loves it!" Yi Lan swayed to Peng Xinxin's side and wanted to sit on her lap, but she laughed and pushed her away.

Coco watched the two best friends laugh at each other, and the brows that were locked just now relaxed, only for a few seconds, then locked up again, and turned to serve them porridge.

The porridge contains not only white rice, yellow rice, whole shrimp, chopped sea cucumber, but also tender crab meat and chewy shell sticks. Iran ate a bowl and thought it was delicious, and wanted to serve a second bowl, but was stopped by Coco.

"Drinking so much wine hurts your stomach, this will cause your stomach to be undermotilized, don't be greedy."

Yi Lan sat back at the table and stared at Peng Xinxin's half bowl of porridge and made an idea. Peng Xinxin protected the bowl with his arm, deliberately took small bites, smashed his mouth, and made a look of eating with relish at Yi Lan.

The three women talked and laughed, as if nothing had happened for three nights and three days, and it seemed that everything had been completely over, dust to dust, dust to dust.

No one knew that the story between Yi Lan and Mu Jiangrong had just begun. In the summer of this year, a little boy named Mu Xin broke into Yi Lan's life.