And Mu Ye's side.

I was stunned, and it took a while to make a move.

The slender fingers quickly roamed the screen, and edited a line of words: Mu Xiaoting is not boring, if you regret following me, it is not too late to find him now.

Almost subconsciously, without any hesitation, it was sent over.

Then, slightly tired, leaning back on the seat, resting his elbows on the body, reaching out to pinch his eyebrows, the ups and downs between his eyebrows became more and more obvious.

The message was sent to Song Shihuan's mobile phone.

Song Shihuan didn't want to deal with him too much, but after thinking about it, he still clicked on it and took a look.

His eyes fell on the three words 'Mu Xiaoting' in the text message, and he couldn't help but hesitate, but it was only for a moment, and soon, he shook his head speechlessly and smiled bitterly, and the slightly raised arc of his lips was full of self-deprecation.

Obviously, the reason why Mu Ye was included in the scope of consideration at the beginning was because of Mu Xiaoting, but now he has forgotten all about him, it is really unbelievable to think about it.

And for Mu Ye......

It feels like that's all he has.

If you are angry with him because of this matter, I feel that in the end, I am only angry with myself.

So, in the end, I picked up my phone again and replied with an expressionless face: I won't talk to those two fools! I'll follow you, and I'll follow you in the future.

Mu Ye: "......"

His eyes fell on the mobile phone screen, the corners of his lips unconsciously raised, and then, with a cold appearance from beginning to end, he turned his head to look out of the car window, hesitated for a long time, and then replied: Move to the bedroom to sleep, don't smoke in it.

Song Shihuan saw it in his eyes, the corners of his mouth were raised lazily, and he complained in a low voice: "This is still like a human sentence!" At the same time, he immediately asked: By the way, when will you come back?

Mu Ye's eyebrows narrowed slightly, he lowered his eyes and looked at the words on it, and the fingers hanging on the mobile phone screen trembled inadvertently, and then replied: I haven't had a trip to Cloud City for nearly half a year.

Song Shihuan: "......" scolded from the bottom of his heart: "Lie down to your uncle!" ”

At the same time, he was also extremely irritable to express his dissatisfaction.

Mu Ye looked at the ellipsis all over the screen, and the rise and fall of his eyebrows couldn't help but increase a little more.

But soon, I saw her again and said: Then you didn't say it earlier!

Mu Ye's eyes drooped slightly, he chuckled, leaned lazily on the seat, and the slightly raised arc of his lips was slightly mocking: If you said earlier, you wouldn't look for me......

Halfway through the type, I pressed the delete button a few more times, and then, re-editing: You won't follow me earlier, right?

Song Shihuan: "......" in an instant, it was as if someone had pinched the door of his life.

Because no matter what way you look at it, Mu Ye is undoubtedly the most suitable one, so even if he knew that he would not come to Cloud City again for at least half a year when he first found him, Song Shihuan would still choose him without hesitation.

But, I knew it from the beginning, and I only know it now, obviously two different moods, okay!

Isn't it reasonable for her to vent her dissatisfaction?

After venting, you can only return to the bridge and the road.

Even, I didn't forget to comfort myself: It's okay, if you don't come to Cloud City, I can go to the imperial capital to find you, the same.

On the other side, Mu Ye's car had already stopped in front of his villa in Mu Zhai, and before he got out of the car, he saw the housekeeper who had been waiting outside the door for a long time walking towards him, respectfully owing his body, and said gently: "Young master, the old man asked you to go over, saying that he had something to discuss with you." ”

There was a ding, and the text message prompt sounded.

Subconsciously lowered his eyes and looked over, and the ups and downs of his eyebrows couldn't help but increase a little, and then he replied directly with three words: Don't come over.