"It seems that Mrs. Chen, Mr. Chen, you still know shame."

The security guard watching the play next to her and the taxi driver who sent her back had a mocking smile on their faces, and Mu Wannight had no intention of entanglement with the Chen family's parents, she left a sentence of unknown meaning and left, regardless of the Chen family's parents shouting behind her.

"If you want me to say you shouldn't have been so low! You see, it hurts her! ”

Glancing at the woman who disappeared from view, Mother Chen couldn't help but blame her husband beside her, in her opinion, a woman like Mu Wan'an was not worthy of being treated like that just now:

"Now it's okay, in the future, she will definitely go around saying how our husband and wife begged her ......"

"That's enough—"

The broken thoughts of the woman beside him made Father Chen, who was already in an extremely bad mood, more and more annoyed, he stopped her sharply, glared at her and then looked away, and then said:

"Now we are begging for help! Do you think you can still tell others to do things as arrogantly as you used to? ”

Seeing that Chen's mother was still a little unwilling, Chen's father warned her:

"You can give me some peace, and if you can't get down this shelf, you can get me back in the car!" My daughter is still in prison, do you want to get her out? ”

I didn't think that after encountering so many things now, Father Chen realized how important a smart wife is, and now at this time, she is still prestigious!

"Okay, okay, I'll go back to the car now!"

Her husband has been vicious to her recently, and Mrs. Chen really didn't want to stay here to be angry, so she turned around and walked towards the car not far away.

When Mu Wannight returned to the Song Mansion, Xiao Si was taking Lu Tingting to play puzzles in the living room.

She looked left and right, Song Bingjue didn't seem to be here?

Just when she was puzzled, Uncle Li stepped forward in time and reminded:

"Madam, Mr. went into the study as soon as he came back, but he instructed that you must make your favorite Chaoshan porridge for dinner."

Hearing Uncle Li say these words in a serious tone, Mu Goodnight felt deeply guilty, what is "her favorite"? It feels like she's just as greedy as a child...... As soon as she sat down on the sofa, Song Bingjue walked down the stairs, his gaze directly skipped over the son who was facing him, and looked at the woman sitting on the sofa fixedly:

"Evening, I asked the kitchen to make your favorite Chaoshan porridge, you must eat more."

Good night: "......"

Uncle Li was still watching from the side...... Her face was indifferent, but he didn't have any self-consciousness, sat down beside her, and thought like an elderly mother-in-law:

"Chaoshan porridge is bland and very stomach-nourishing, it's okay if you eat it, you're just too thin late, every time I see it, I can't wait to stuff you with more rice."

"Song Bingjue......"

Seeing that this man naturally picked up a pear from the fruit bowl on the table and peeled it for her, Mu Wan'an looked at him and took a deep breath before saying:

"Has anyone ever said you're verbose?"

“…… No. ”

The man who was peeling the skin paused, a thin piece of skin was broken, Mu Wan'an thought that his words had hurt him, and when he was about to say something to remedy it, he said again:

"If I think I'm verbose, then I'll be verbose. It's okay to be verbose at your own woman. ”

Good night: "......"

Who is this flirtatious man in front of you? It must not be Song Bingjue!

Just when she was messy in the wind alone, Song Bingjue had already peeled the pears and handed them to her.

Looking down at the clean pear in his hand, Mu Wan'an saw him put the knife aside, and asked in a daze:

"Don't you eat? Why don't I give you half of it? ”

"Pears can't be eaten separately."

Seeing that she wanted to get the knife, Song Bingjue grabbed her hand, he turned his head, and looked back at her seriously:

"To divide the pear is to separate."

"How can there be such a thing? It's the 21st century, why are you still so superstitious? ”

Taken aback by his seriousness, Mu Wan'an smiled slightly, she leaned over and asked half-jokingly:

"It's not like a man has such a delicate mind, come on, who told you this?"

It's you.

Looking at her close look, Song Bingjue almost blurted out, but he still couldn't hold back, and he smiled:

"My mother said that."

As he spoke, he held Mu Goodnight's hand and said softly:

"I'm very happy to be with you like this now, even if it's just such a bland relationship."

His eyes were not so happy as they were more of a surging sadness.

Mu Wan'an looked into his eyes, and after a long time she looked away, she said softly:

"I see. Pears can't be eaten separately...... I won't leave unless you let me go first. If one day, you get tired of me, and you give me the pears separately, I will understand everything. ”

Her voice was very low, with a little alienation, Song Bingjue reached over and hugged her into his arms, this sudden sadness made him a little confused:

"We won't be apart, I promise."

Just when the two of them were quietly embracing each other, Song Bingjue suddenly noticed his son and Tingting not far away, Xiao Si tilted his head and looked at his parents who were "hugging and hugging", he suddenly patted Tingting, who was concentrating on putting together the puzzle, and pointed to his arms.

Lu Tingting glanced at him inexplicably, and then continued to lower his head to fill in a piece of the puzzle, Xiao Si saw that she didn't pay attention to what she meant, so she was so anxious that she pushed the puzzle to the side, pointed to the direction of the sofa, and pointed to herself.

With such a big move, Mu Wan'an also realized that something was wrong, he saw Xiao Si and Tingting who were staring at him with burning eyes, and then realized that it was in the living room, and immediately broke out of his arms, sitting upright, but with a trace of heat on his face:

"You can't do that with a child...... Xiao Si quickly took Tingting to wash his hands, dinner should be ready, and we can start eating. ”

After saying that, she planned to go to the kitchen to hide, but Song Bingjue blocked her way, and she couldn't help but step on his feet, and then bypassed him and left.

When he came to the kitchen, Mu Wan'an couldn't help but reach out and touch his face, it was still very hot, so he quickly took some water and patted it on his face, which made him feel better.

When she sat down at the dining table, Mu Wanye remembered that she had just met the Chen family's parents at the gate of Yulong Bay, although they had a bad attitude, she couldn't really stop talking, she put down the dishes and chopsticks:

"Bingjue, is Chen Xinrao still locked up? When I came back, I met the Chen family, who seemed to have been waiting outside. ”

"Then let them wait."

Regarding this news, Song Bingjue's expression was flat, and he served her a bowl of porridge, and he had no intention of taking care of it at all.

"Oh."

Since he doesn't want to care, Mu Wan'an will not intercede for Chen Xinrao or anything, she has already brought it, and it can be regarded as benevolent and righteous.

After the day's work and worries, Mu Wanwan fell asleep on the bed as soon as she took a bath, and when Song Bingjue walked into the room, she was already sleeping like a little pig.

"Late ......"

Looking at her reddened face in his sleep, he looked at her with heavy eyes, and his fingers stroked it, slowly outlining her face.

She's dreaming again.

In her sleep, she knew that what she was experiencing was only illusory, but she still couldn't help but palpitate as the scene in her dream changed.

In a pure white room, a girl, dressed in a blue-and-white striped hospital gown, was lying on the bed, her face was not good, her skin was so pale and transparent, and the wrist bones exposed by the cuffs protruded so much, in stark contrast to her high belly.

The equipment in the ward looks very expensive, not like a normal hospital room. She couldn't help but approach the house step by step, and a question flashed in her heart:

Who's this?

She approached cautiously, but the girl who had been looking out the window suddenly turned her head, her green eyebrows and eyes, with a bit of long-lost familiarity, were exactly the same as her in her youth!

How so?!

She was startled, and was backing away when a man passed by her, and he sat down by the bed.

It turned out that I didn't see myself...... She breathed a sigh of relief, and watched as the man who came in took a pear very familiarly and peeled it, and was about to cut it in half, when the girl who had been watching him quietly reached out to stop him:

"Pears can't be cut."

She saw "her" and smiled, and there was a slight scarlet on her pale face, and the man asked softly:

"Huh? Why? ”

"To divide the pear is to separate. This is a very bad sign. ”

After speaking, "she" on the hospital bed suddenly turned her gaze to her, which should have been the direction of nothingness, and showed a strange smile:

"You're right?"

The man also looked at "her" -

I was taken aback.

Mu Wan'an opened her eyes suddenly, she gasped for breath, and her back was wet with sweat. Just now, she was just a little bit away from being able to see the man's face clearly......

I couldn't tell what she felt in her heart, she held on to the bed and sat up, Song Bingjue, who had just fallen asleep, immediately noticed it, he also sat up, noticed her disordered breathing, and asked:

"What's wrong? Having a nightmare? ”

After speaking, without waiting for her to reply, he turned on the lamp, and then brought in a glass of warm water from outside and put it in front of her:

"Drink some warm water. Don't be afraid, I'm here ......."

This dream is all too real...... It took a long time for Mu Wan's night to get rid of the feeling of palpitations, she looked at the man with a concerned face, she didn't want him to worry, and comforted him in turn:

"It's okay, it's okay...... It's just a dream. I'm fine, go back to sleep. ”

After making sure that she was fine, Song Bingjue watched her retract her little head into the quilt, and then lay down beside her, only this time, he held her firmly in his arms.

Since then, there has been no dream.