On the other side of the Atlantic, despite the seven-hour time difference, it was time for Mu Wanye to go to bed, wearing a white fungus lace robe and nightdress that Shen Yu had placed for her, and her black hair was scattered, giving people the feeling of a weak princess living in an ivory tower.

She couldn't sleep, and after tossing and turning in bed for a long time, she got up, stepped barefoot on the wooden floor, and walked out to the balcony in the dim sky.

At this time, the mainland should be early in the morning, right? He left after talking to Shen Yu in a hurry that day, not even leaving her a word, she told herself not to pay too much attention to him, put too much thought on another person, maybe in the end only got more disappointment.

"It's good to not sleep at night and think about life here?"

A head poked out from the balcony next to her, and Mu Wanya, who was in a daze with the scenery of the courtyard, was shocked, and she patted her chest in shock, but the person who was staring at her with interest was Ya.

He was wearing a black vest, he should have just taken a shower, and his hair was dripping with water, and he couldn't help frowning when he saw Mu Wan'an:

"Why don't you wipe your hair clean and come out again? When you have a cold head, you can easily get migraines. ”

"A big man, what kind of hair to wipe? chirping. ”

For her kind reminder, he didn't think so, but smiled and showed his big white teeth, and said with a narrow face:

"What? Can't sleep, thinking about Song Bingjue? ”

"It's none of your business to think of anyone."

couldn't help but roll her eyes at him, Mu Wannight sat down on the rattan chair on the balcony, the temperature in London at night was really not warm, she felt a little cool, and there was a little confusion in her eyes:

"Sometimes I envy you, you are alone, you have no worries, no one you like, and there is nothing to worry about. How nice it is to live like this. ”

"Why does that sound weird?"

Holding a towel and jumping on the balcony of Mu Goodnight, Ya threw the towel to her, lay down on the rattan chair on the other side, and motioned for her to help him wipe his hair, he said idly:

"The more I listen to it, the more it looks like it's trying to squeeze me in a different way."

“……”

Looking at the brand-new towel in his hand, Mu Goodnight: Didn't you just say that the girls who wiped their hair chirped? In the end, he resigned himself to helping him wipe his hair, his eyes looked particularly energetic at night, and he looked at the sky with a pair of eyes, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

"It's not a run, it's that sometimes I really feel that it's good if I don't fall in love with anyone. When I used to be in the orphanage, although life was very difficult, I was also very happy, thinking about how to earn money and what to eat for the next meal...... This kind of life may sound boring, but it is much better than the current gains and losses. ”

"Gain or loss?"

Hearing her say these four words, Ya shook her head disapprerovingly, thinking of Song Bingjue, who had made many concessions for her, and said casually:

"I don't think it's you who really suffers from the gains and losses."

"It's not me, is it possible that you are worried about me?"

Although she knew that he was talking about Song Bingjue, in front of him, she was still unwilling to easily share her emotional matters with him.

"You have a lot of gains and losses, probably because subconsciously, you feel like you don't know anything."

After following them for a while, Ya still has a relatively clear understanding of their state, coupled with the fact that he is already proficient in figuring out human affairs, the relationship between the two of them is like a fire for him.

"That's not the case......

Hearing him say this, Mu Wan'an hesitated a little, and the movements in her hands slowed down, she thought about it seriously for a while, and then said:

"He didn't hide anything from me, we used to hide some inconsequential things because we wanted to protect each other, but after communication, I think we did a good job in this regard."

"Well done?"

Unable to help but chuckle at her self-conscious assessment, Ya couldn't help but shake his head, his deep brown eyes staring at the woman who was gently wiping his hair with his head down:

"Then why is your relationship stagnant? As far as I know, you should still be ...... Platonic love? ”

Hearing his words, especially the subtle "platonic love" in it, Mu Wan's face suddenly turned red, and the hand that wiped his hair stiffened, and her hand was a little light and heavy, and she stammered:

"What are you talking nonsense?! He and I haven't gotten there yet! Besides, is this kind of thing something to happen casually?! ”

"Hmm...... Song Bingjue is really a man with amazing endurance. ”

Originally, it was just a guess, but after seeing her unnatural reaction, Ya instead confirmed his conjecture, and he nodded thoughtfully, looking like a person who had come over:

"According to the information I have inquired, you don't sleep in separate rooms, and Song Bingjue can't make your own bunks on the floor, let alone let you sleep on the ground, so you lie on the bed and sleep purely under the quilt, and do nothing else?"

After speaking, ignoring Mu Goodnight's embarrassed eyes, Ya Qi was surprised:

"A man who functions normally in all aspects can do this for you, what else do you have to gain and lose?"

"He's so rich, I don't know how many women he wants to post upside down, who knows if he has stolen food?"

In fact, Mu Wan'an also knew in his heart that according to Song Bingjue's arrogant character, he couldn't do such a thing. But I don't know why, this sentence blurted out.

He glanced at her with a smile of "so it was", and then Ya said:

"There is a disconnect between your intellect and your emotions, and I find it a little perplexed when I observe your lives. It stands to reason that you get along well and should be a truly loving couple, but the two of you seem to be wrapped in a fog. ”

Speaking of this, he raised his eyes to look at Mu Goodnight, who was a little stunned, her lips looked a little pale in the faint light, as if tempting him to kiss him, his eyes darkened, and he looked away a little embarrassed, sat up from the rattan chair, and turned his back to her to hide his gaffe:

"Let's talk about it here today, the matter between the two of you always pulls me in, what's going on?"

His hair was only halfway wiped off, and Mu Wanwan was about to ask him to take his towel back and wipe it well, but he held on to the edge of the balcony and would arrive in his room, she looked at the towel that had become wet in her hand, sighed resignedly, and followed his example, and lay down on the rattan chair.

Overhead was the quiet sky, Mu Wannight stared at the dark blue galaxy above, remembered Ya's words, and couldn't help muttering:

"Is that so? Song Bingjue ......"

Early the next morning, when Mu Wanye was sitting at the dining table, he found that Ya had not gotten up yet, so he couldn't help but cast his puzzled eyes on Shen Yu, who was sitting on the main seat, and asked softly:

"Brother, why hasn't Ya come down yet? Do you want me to go up and call him up? ”

The table is full of Chinese breakfast, and God knows how different the wheat from the West and the East is so great that the chefs in the manor have experimented with it many times in order to do it well.

Shen Yu has never paid much attention to Ya's daily life, but when he heard Mu Goodnight mention Ya, he looked at the maid waiting next to him:

"What about Ya?"

"Ya said that he slept without drying his hair last night, and he got up today with a headache and couldn't dine with Mr. and Miss."

The maid who was glanced at by Shen Yu was shocked, and hurriedly replied respectfully.

"I told him yesterday that my hair is prone to migraines if I don't dry it, and this has worked, right?"

Hearing the news, Mu Wan'an shook his head, with a hopeless expression, but Shen Yu heard this, his eyes flashed a little thoughtfully, and then asked with a subtle expression:

"Did he come to you yesterday after taking a shower?"

"I met him on the balcony."

Not perceiving the deep meaning of his question, Mu Wan'an thought that he was simply asking casually, so he replied while playing with the porridge:

"He's going to have a long memory now...... Aunt Feng, please wait and cook him a bowl of ginger soup, lest he catch a cold. ”

Aunt Feng, who was named, only agreed, and Mu Wan's night was relieved, and she said with a smile:

"I originally thought he was a reliable person, but I didn't expect him to be even more unreliable than ordinary people, and he was still like a child, and he couldn't even take care of himself."

"He's been a 'snakehead' since he was a child, he grew up training with me, and he's always known how to complete tasks and don't care about anything else."

Although these words were deliberately said in order to probe her thoughts, Shen Yu couldn't help but think of some things back then, and a slightly nostalgic expression appeared on his face: "Although he has been practicing for a shorter time than us, I have to admit that he is indeed a ghost talent in this area, and when he goes out on a task, he can often complete it in the shortest and most labor-saving way." ”

"So where is he from? How did you get into your organization at such a young age? ”

She was not fully aware of the fact that she was already the sister of the leader of the "snakehead" organization, Shen Yu looked at her with a smile, "Good night, it's 'our' organization." ”

Seeing her sticking out her tongue in embarrassment, Shen Yu asked slowly:

"I see that you pay a lot of attention to Ya, and you spend the most time together in the whole manor, do you like him?"

"Brother, what are you talking nonsense......"

glared at him angrily, Mu Wan'an poked the side dishes in the bowl sullenly, looking very unhappy:

"Isn't there pure friendship between men and women? Why do you just ask what you like or dislike? You talked to Aunt Feng today, could it be that this proves that you have a love for Aunt Feng between men and women? ”