From the main villa of the Mu family's old mansion to the house where he lived, it was a five-minute journey, but he felt as long as the whole century.

The warm orange street lamps reflected the winding courtyard paths, and the layers of mottled shade fell on him, and his warm and cold face gradually became a little obscure and gloomy.

Zhou Chi was waiting outside the single-family villa where he lived, watching him walk towards this side from a distance, and immediately stepped forward and handed him his mobile phone: "Mr. Mu, there is a text message over there again." ”

He didn't have the courage to mention Song Shihuan's name directly in the Mu family, so he had to replace it with a meaning that both of them could understand.

Mu Ye's eyes drooped slightly, and he silently received the mobile phone, glanced at it, and then clicked delete again, returned the mobile phone to Zhou Chi, and said by the way: "I will go back on the earliest flight tomorrow." ”

Zhou Chi: "......" eyebrows involuntarily twisted.

Get back?

Where to go.

Your home, but in the imperial capital.

However, after Mu Ye finished speaking, he turned around and entered the villa directly, leaving him alone in the wind.

*

At this moment, Cloud City.

Song Shihuan didn't know when she fell asleep, it rained again in the middle of the night, and the cold wind blew in through the window, which woke her up.

In a daze, he hugged the pillow and closed the window.

She is still not used to sleeping on the sofa, she doesn't know how many times she turned into the ground last night, and when she woke up in the morning, people and quilts were underground.

Just slept for a while and now my neck hurts.

Fortunately, Mu Ye agreed to let her go to the bedroom to sleep, no matter what, she could finally sleep peacefully tonight.

I turned on the light, pulled my phone out from under the sofa cushion, and looked through the phone messages as I walked downstairs to the bedroom.

It's still the one she sent to Mu Ye before she fell asleep.

Didn't reply.

Not even a single punctuation mark.

Song Shihuan didn't care about this.

turned off the phone and put it in his pocket, went to the study and hugged the quilt to the bedroom, packed it up, wrapped the quilt and leaned against the head of the bed, and muttered absentmindedly: He shouldn't be angry, right?

However, thinking of this, he pulled the corners of his lips and smiled speechlessly: when did he not get angry?

made it clear that she wouldn't let herself go to the imperial capital, and she also said that she wanted to surprise him or something.

What's the surprise?

The scare is pretty much the same!

However, it doesn't matter.

Anyway, that's what she said, and she didn't really want to go.

After two days, he will be almost discouraged and say two good words, and there should be no problem.

So, thinking like this, Song Shihuan lay down and slept peacefully.

She woke up in the middle of her sleep just now, and it was a little difficult to fall asleep in a short time, tossing and turning, and she didn't know when she fell asleep, but when she woke up the next day, it was already one o'clock in the afternoon.

In the VIP waiting room of the Imperial Capital International Airport, Zhou Chi can't wait to watch the time more than a dozen times a minute.

The earliest flight was clearly scheduled, but it is still now, and the two are still staying at the airport.

Mu Ye couldn't see anything on his side, his slender legs were folded at random, leaning lazily on the sofa, his elbows propped up on the armrests on the side, supporting his temples with one hand, and quietly closing his eyes to recuperate, as if nothing had happened.

Naturally, Zhou Chi didn't have time to scruple so much, glanced at the time again, and then went out lightly to ask about the specific situation of the delayed flight.

At this time, Mu Ye raised his eyes lazily, his gaze fell on the dial of the watch in his left hand, and Qingjun's eyebrows couldn't help but rise and fall a little unbearably.