After being slag, I counterattacked

"Forget it." Liang Anmo refused, and covered his head.

In fact, she still trusts him a lot, otherwise she wouldn't dare to live in the same bedroom with him without anyone.

It's just that I feel awkward. After all, if you are a widow or a man, you should avoid suspicion, but she is really a little scared.

Not wanting the quilt on his head to be torn apart again, Mu Shaojuan said, "Then I'll tell you about me."

Looking at each other, Liang Anmo avoided it, and said, "You are a young master born with a golden spoon in your mouth, what can you say?"

Tell me how he was held in the palm of his hand since he was a child, and every time he appeared, he was hugged like a star and a moon?She will be jealous.

"Yeah, from childhood to adulthood, everyone looked at me with envy and jealousy, thinking that I was living a particularly happy life." Mu Shaojun smiled.

Liang Anmo stared at him dissatisfied, but found that the smile lines on his lips were not as proud and happy as she thought.

"Interested?" Mu Shaojuan asked seeing that she was looking at him fixedly.

Knowing that he was deliberately teasing himself, Liang Anmo simply turned his back again.

Mu Shaojuan didn't force her to face him, but he was afraid that she would not be able to say something face to face.

"But do you know? I didn't have a mother since I was a child, and my aunt brought me up." Although everyone around him knew it, it was the first time he took the initiative to mention it to others.

Liang Anmo was naturally surprised, but she didn't turn around to care and comfort him. She felt that he was a big man who wanted to save face.

Although the dead of night have the desire to confide, they don't necessarily like others to see their fragility.

Mu Shaojuan continued: "My father and I are not close at all. When I was young, he was in poor health, and he stayed sick all the year round, so I seldom saw him."

Most of my impressions of my father come from what my aunt said.

"Later, when I grew up, I had the opportunity to get close to him, but I didn't know how to get close.

When I was young, my aunt always said that he loved me, but every time he appeared, he was interfering in my private life and decisions, which was really annoying. "

He admired his father since he was a child, but this is not due to his father, but because his aunt always spoke highly of him, which shaped his pride in having such a father.

But when he grew up, the more he came into contact with, the more disappointed he became. Perhaps it should not be described as disappointment, but he didn't know how to get along with his father.

In fact, the same is true of Mu's father.

Mu Shaojuan recovered from those scattered memories, only to realize that the room was exceptionally quiet.

Glancing at Liang Anmo who was motionless on the ground, he asked, "It's boring, are you asleep?"

Liang Anmo didn't answer, and he still definitely didn't move.

Mu Shaojuan rested his head on his arms, looked at the ceiling, and said, "Yeah, it's really boring."

The bedroom became more and more quiet until there was the sound of even breathing.Liang Anmo sat up slowly and looked at Mu Shaojun on the bed.

She knew that compared with her, he was already very, very happy, and she would rather not have a father.

But she didn't know that he, who seemed to be going with the wind and the rain with the rain, would also have growing pains.When he was a child, he probably wanted to be like himself, longing for father's love or mother's love.

He didn't know when Liang Anmo fell asleep, but he heard the birds chirping by the window.When I opened my eyes, I found that the sky had already brightened and the rain had stopped, and there was a sprig of Lingxiao flower in the vase by the bedside.

Because it always climbs the wall, it always gives people a feeling of attachment.But the branch of this branch of Ling Xiaohua is quite strong, and it is a bit proud.

Needless to say, it must be Mu Shaojun's masterpiece.

Mu Shaojun!
Liang Anmo finally realized something, and sat up quickly, only to realize that he was actually sleeping on the bed, and the side beside him was empty, and Mu Shaojun was no longer there.

when did she go to bedSleepwalking?Or did he carry it up?Why don't you have any impression?
Although there were a lot of thoughts in my head, I saw that the clothes on my body were intact, and I was not taken advantage of, and I was not too panicked.

After getting out of bed, I washed up, and when I went out, I found that the butler had arrived and was busy in the kitchen.

"Miss Liang is awake?" Turning around and seeing her come in, the housekeeper greeted her.

"Where's Mr. Mu?" Liang Anmo asked.

"I went out and said I was going for a walk." The butler replied.

Liang Anmo nodded, poured a glass of warm water, drank it and went out the gate, and saw him walking leisurely down the path with one hand in his pocket.

"Could it be that you came out to look for me?" Mu Shaojuan asked deliberately as he walked in front of her.

Liang Anmo nodded.

Mu Shaojuan looked at her unexpectedly.

"I'm your personal assistant, what's wrong with looking for you?" Liang Anmo asked.

"Yes, yes, yes." Sure enough, he was thinking too much.

Liang Anmo raised his wrist and glanced at his watch, and reminded, "Then after breakfast, shall we go back to the company? You have a video conference at nine o'clock in the morning."

"Let's go." Mu Shaojuan raised his leg and walked in first.

It was only when Liang Anmo passed by that he noticed that the front of his shirt had been torn vertically.

Although it is not obvious, the skin on the chest is already looming.

"Mr. Mu." She called.

"What's wrong?" Mu Shaojuan stopped in his tracks and asked.

"Your clothes are broken." Liang Anmo reminded.

"I know." Mu Shaojuan responded, and continued walking forward as if nothing had happened.

But Liang Anmo thought of something, and chased after him and asked, "Could it be cut when picking Ling Xiaohua?"

Mu Shaojuan looked at her deeply, and asked, "So what?"

"Do you know Ling Xiaohua's flower language?" Liang Anmo asked, it was actually hard to imagine him climbing a wall wearing this body.

"It doesn't matter what flower language it is, as long as you like it." What flower represents what flower language is not spoken by people, so he doesn't bother to pay attention to it.

makes sense.

It's still early after breakfast.

Liang Anmo looked at his clothes, hesitated, and said, "Why don't you take off your clothes and I'll mend them for you?"

It was her dereliction of duty to let the boss dress like this, not to mention that the flowers were picked for herself.

Mu Shaojuan frowned: "You let me wear patched clothes?" He was still proud.

"Is it okay if you don't see the patch?" Liang Anmo asked.

Mu Shaojuan was dubious, but he took off the shirt and handed it to her.

Liang Anmo took the needle and thread, carefully observed the opening, and began to thread the needle.

Mu Shaojuan's cell phone rang, and he looked at the caller ID, it was his father, so he went to the window to answer it.

Father and son have nothing else to say, except that work is work, and disagreements often arise.

Liang Anmo heard that although his voice was suppressed, he did not give in at all, and the conversation was naturally not unpleasant, so he couldn't help but think of what he said last night.

Mu Shaojuan made this call for about 10 minutes, and finally broke up unhappy. When he turned back, he saw the hole in the shirt, which she mended into two bamboo leaves.

"Try." Liang Anmo cut off the thread and handed the clothes to him confidently.

Mu Shaojuan put it on and stood in front of the mirror, looking at the original rigid shirt, but with these two bamboo leaves, it became more alive, quite a finishing touch.

"It seems that you like it very much." Liang Anmo said after appearing behind him.

"The craftsmanship is good." Mu Shaojuan praised without hesitation.