It's not too late to love: Young Master Fu spoils his wife with strength

Xiang Elegy also stopped: "What's wrong?"

"You will admit that you are envious so easily?"

Xiang Elegy chuckled silently, and continued to walk forward: "Mu Yihang, in your heart, what kind of person am I?"

"Do you think I'm strong and conceited, or do you think that I'm already in such a miserable state, and I still have to pretend to be a terrible thing?"

"Why did you suddenly ask such a question?" Mu Yihang followed her with a gentle voice.

Bowed his head to Elegy and smiled lightly: "I'm just curious, curious about what kind of person I am in your heart."

"You are in my heart?" Mu Yihang dragged out the ending, and suddenly smiled mysteriously: "You are here with me, it is just an elegy, nothing else."

Xiang Elegy paused slightly, and when he turned his head, his eyes fell on Mu Yihang's face.

Their eyes met, she tried to see the deep meaning in Mu Yihang's eyes, but Mu Yihang just glanced at her and then looked away.

"Let's go, there are many people in front, let's go and see what they are doing."

After Mu Yihang said this, he walked forward without stopping.

Xiang Elegy stood where he was, looking at his back with deep eyes.

"Xiangge, look, there are children setting off fireworks in front of you."

Mu Yihang suddenly grabbed her hand, subconsciously withdrawing from Elegy.

"Mu Yihang, let go."

Mu Yihang turned around and looked at her suspiciously: "Xiang Elegy, aren't you? It's just a handshake. Why are you so overreacted?"

Xiang Elegy's expression was very bad, and his tone was blunt.

"Mu Yihang, we are not long-term best friends, and secondly, we are not boyfriend and girlfriend. Actions like holding hands should never happen to us."

Mu Yihang stared at her for a moment, and after a while, he let go of her hand, but there was an obvious smile on his face.

"Xiang Elegy, one day, you will take the initiative to stretch out your hand in front of me and let me hold it."

Xiang Elegy bit his lower lip and didn't say a word.

Mu Yihang didn't care, he walked to the chair by the beach and sat down with a casual posture.

"Xiang Elegy, do you like fireworks?"

Xiang Elegy paused slightly: "Why do you ask this?"

Mu Yihang waved to her, she walked over and sat down beside him.

"I read in a book before that women like romantic things, such as flowers, such as expensive cosmetics, such as fireworks. How about you?"

Xiang Elegy's eyes fell not far away, and the eyes of the children happily playing with fireworks accompanied by their parents softened unconsciously.

"What kind of book are you reading? Why are they all messed up?"

"Do you not like it?"

Mu Yihang's tone was relaxed, it seemed that he was just chatting casually, he didn't take his eyes off the dirge, and answered a little perfunctorily.

"The things you said are things that only young girls like. I have been married and been in prison. It is already a luxury for me to live like this. How can I expect these things again? It is very different from me. things."

"Really?"

Xiang Elegy just wanted to answer that it was true, but Mu Yihang smiled indifferently: "That's my misunderstanding. I read in the book that it is natural for women to like these things. No matter what age they are, they will not change much. Yes, it seems that the description in the book is wrong."

The hand that hangs down to the dirge is a little stiff.

"Fu Chengxun didn't let you spend New Year's Eve with him?"