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Chapter 77 Only infatuation cannot be laughed at

In another presidential suite, Mu Xueer, who had taken a shower and blow-dried her hair, went to bed early, and even seemed a little impatient.

In the past, she didn’t like sleeping because she was afraid that she would wake up crying, so she would get herself drunk or take sleeping pills, only then could she get a good night’s sleep.

Now she likes to sleep, because she can see the people she wants to see in her dreams.

Under the expensive silk quilt covering her was a black coat which she held in her arms. Her fair face was half buried in the coat, sniffing the scent which had long disappeared from it, with a peaceful and contented expression on her pretty face.

She held the black coat in her arms like a precious treasure and would not let go even when she fell asleep.

This is her habit.

Or maybe it was a habit she developed after he left.

Mu Xueer also tried to throw away the clothes and start to forget him, but she knew she couldn't do it after just one night.

From that day on, she no longer heard his nagging that she both hated and liked, nor did she hear the words good night that he would say to her tirelessly every day no matter how busy he was, even after drinking or having a fight.

At the same time, she felt like a large piece of her heart had been dug out. She felt empty, uncomfortable, and insecure.

Only the piece of clothing he left behind could give her some sense of security, and could make her feel a little dazed sometimes, thinking that he was still there.

He is still by his side.

So Mu Xueer carried this dress with her wherever she went for the past five years.

She always carries this dress with her whether she is working, going out for a drink, or even attending a high society banquet.

No one has the right to say that her deep affection for him is cheap, rotten, or fake.

Everything she has done has dispelled all doubts from others.

She could carry a piece of clothing that couldn't be more ordinary for five years;

She dared to wear this dress bought from a roadside stall to attend any high-society banquet, and dared to laugh and joke with those rich girls and women dressed in jewels worth tens of millions or hundreds of millions of dollars. She was not afraid to take photos with them, and even appear on TV.

She would not throw the dress away because of those looks, nor would she dislike the dress at all because of some gossip.

This is just a piece of clothing that couldn't be more ordinary. It is not a precious piece of jewelry, nor an object of great commemorative value. It is just a piece of clothing he left behind.

A person can spend five years pretending to be deeply affectionate and infatuated with his or her ex, unable to forget everything and unwilling to let go, and still remember every little thing about him. Because of a dream, he or she changed a bad habit.

There is a saying in a book: In this world, the only thing that cannot be laughed at is infatuation.

"Ah Hao..."

Mu Xueer smacked her lips in her sleep, muttered, murmured, and smiled foolishly.

Suddenly, a hand reached out from the darkness, holding a tissue, and gently wiped away the crystal liquid that was about to flow from the corner of her mouth.

After wiping it on the bed sheet beside him, the large hand gently covered her forehead, fingers gently stroking the slightest frown on her forehead.

A figure gently landed beside her, and a pair of eyes that were gentle enough to melt all the ice in the world fell on her, as if he was looking at a unique treasure in the world.

"Really? I told you not to frown all the time. What if you end up with an extra wrinkle on your forehead like I did before?"

"You still like talking in your sleep and drooling just like before. You never accept anything I say to you. Every time I say something to you when I wake up, you bite me!"

The person who came was naturally Ji Haoran.

He has been staying by Mu Xueer's side these days, accompanying her to sleep.

He didn’t dare to do that before, and he didn’t know how to face her, so he could only take a good look at her after she fell asleep.

Even though he had thought it through and decided to appear in front of her, now was not the right time.

At least not now.

Although the inner conflict was gone, he was still worried about the hostility.

He was also worried about the identity of the cyborg.

He was not afraid that Mu Xueer would not accept him, because that was impossible.

I’m afraid that this idiot is so stubborn that he won’t let him go even if he knows he’s a cyborg. He’ll stick to him like his little tail just like before.

What if he gets angry and hurts her?

What if I harm her?

This is what Ji Haoran is worried about now.

This silly boy has had a stubborn temper since childhood. Once he sets his mind on something, he will be like a beetle that has taken a bite of a hook and will never let go.

This is also the reason why Ji Haoran did not look at Qin Chuyu's investigation of Mu Xueer's information.

Because he doesn't need to.

He knew this silly girl too well and knew her personality.

In this way, Ji Haoran sat quietly beside the bed and accompanied Mu Xueer all night, and did not leave until the daybreak.

Not long after Ji Haoran left, Mu Xueer's phone suddenly rang.

Mu Xueer was woken up from her sweet dream and was in a very annoyed mood. She closed her eyes and reached for her cell phone from the bedside table.

She tried hard to open her eyes and see the caller ID clearly. She was stunned to see that it was her mother.

After a long while, she finally answered the call and asked in a weak and helpless voice, "Hello, Mom, what's wrong?"

"You damn girl! Where did you go crazy again? You didn't even bring a bodyguard with you, you didn't reply to messages, and you didn't answer the phone. Do you want to drive your dad and me crazy?!"