Song Xichu didn't know what was wrong with him.

His obvious plan was to marry Mu Yi first, and then put him and Du Xiurong's affairs on the agenda.

As for whether Mu Yi himself is willing or not, it doesn't matter to him at all, but why is he so angry when he sees that she is unwilling?

What his father meant, he understood. He never thought of not marrying Mu Yi, nor did he think of letting Xiurong replace her as the head mother of the Song family.

He didn't like her very much, but she was his fiancée, so he had to marry him!

Mu Yi looked at Song Xichu's angry face, stunned, suppressed the strange emotions in his heart, and his apricot eyes bent into crescent eyes, "Do you remember, when I was a child, I always followed behind you, chasing you and calling Brother Xiaochu, saying that I am your future bride?" ”

The tears that can't be hidden in the eyes reflect the light of the sunset, with a warm coldness.

Now, she's grown up. It's not just about getting older......

And she grew up because of him!

Song Xichu didn't understand what she meant, but looking at her watery eyes, her heart seemed to be slightly twisted.

He coughed lightly, withdrew his hand, and softened his tone a little helplessly, "I didn't mean to force you, I was too anxious." ”

In Song Xichu's impression, Mu Yi always had a bright smile, and in his memory, except when her parents died, he had never seen her with red eyes and tears.

He remembered that when her parents died, she wept profusely, smearing tears and snot all over his gown, sloppy and ugly.

But now, he actually thinks that she is distressing and pitiful!

On the way back to the Song Mansion from the Mu family, Song Xichu's mind was a little chaotic.

Although Mu Shaoqing should ask Mu Yi to go to the drill together, Mu Yan's attitude towards him now is neither salty nor light, nor painful...... He wasn't happy all over the body.

After sending Song Xichu away, after Mu Shaoqing went to the study, Mu Yi hurriedly took the green pigeon to the backyard.

Seeing that Mu Yi began to move the ladder in the corner of the backyard, Qingge hurriedly stepped forward to stop it, and persuaded in a low voice: "Miss, this is ...... It's so late, you still have injuries on your body, if the eldest young master knows about it, he will punish you. ”

"Oops! The old rule is that you cut two candles in my room, make me fake on the bed, and you sleep outside and pretend to be me. ”

As he spoke, Mu Yi took the ladder and went halfway up.

Because the green pigeon kept pulling her skirt, she could only hold the skirt around her waist with one hand and hold on to the ladder with the other, "Don't hold it, hold the skirt again!" I can't eat at Song Xichu's place this night, I'll go to the sixth woman to eat a bowl of wontons and come back! ”

The green pigeon who had no choice but to let go, watched her climb over the wall, and after stomping on the spot, she went back to the house to make a fake appearance.

As soon as I stepped into the threshold, I saw it......

……

If you want to say who is most familiar with the small alleys of Lingcheng, if Mu Yi says second, no one dares to say first.

In a few moments, she went straight to the shop with red lanterns selling wontons, lifted the lid of the pot, and steamed.

"Sixth woman, sixth woman, I want to eat wontons, the kind with a big bowl!" Mu Yi sat on the bench next to the shop, took out chopsticks from the bamboo tube, knocked them neatly on the table, and shouted crisply.

The sixth woman picked up the wontons, walked towards her with them, put them in front of the man who turned her back to her, turned around, wiped her hands with her apron, and wrinkled the wrinkles on her face, "Oh, it's Mu girl, the sixth woman is sold out of wontons today." ”

"Ah......" Mu Yi knocked on each other with chopsticks in one hand, pouting in disappointment, "That...... Let's have a bowl of noodles! ”

Hearing this, the sixth woman still hesitated, "Mu girl, the sixth woman has a good business today, and this is all sold out." Do you want the sixth woman to get up early, go to Mu Yatou first, and then go out of the stall? ”

"No ......"

Mu Yi waved her hand again and again, and before she could finish speaking, she saw the man who had been facing away from her turn around and holding a bowl of wontons, "Want to eat?" ”

Through the steam rising in the cold night, the eyes that were as clear as tea flashed with an unknown meaning.