Not Spare the Years

When Zhong Wan returned to Mu's house, it was already one o'clock in the morning.

Mu Ruqing hadn't slept yet, when Zhong Wan entered the door, she was sitting on the sofa in the living room. Doing nothing, just sitting, staring in the direction of the door, as if staring at it for a long, long time.

Zhong Wan stopped at the entrance, with exhaustion in her voice: "It's been sent back."

Mu Ruqing put her left leg down from her right leg, then raised her right leg and pressed it on her left leg, "Zhou Zhenyue is waiting for her, right?"

Zhong Wan: "Yeah."

Mu Ruqing asked again, "Did Zhou Zhenyue see you?"

Zhong Wan gritted her teeth, the chandelier in the living room reflected in her eyes, but it didn't reflect any warmth. "You asked me to send Xueyi back, just so that Zhou Zhenyue could see me?"

Mu Ruqing chuckled lightly: "Otherwise?" The smile at the corner of her mouth slowly disappeared, "I don't believe it, no matter how much Zhou Zhenyue likes her, she can still endure her challenging her bottom line again and again."

Zhong Wan clenched her fists and finally couldn't bear it anymore. She slammed the car key in her hand to the ground, and let out a loud "snack—"

"Are you finished? What did Xueyi do wrong? Besides owed Zhou Zhenyue, does she feel sorry for you and the Mu family?! As for what? You hate her so much, do you wish she would die?!"

Mu Ruqing's face instantly turned cold, and she said word by word, "I'm here for the company."

Zhong Wan couldn't help laughing when she heard it: "Company? You are such a big M Moser Group. You don't rely on options, shares, or capital chains, and you rely on a woman to steal the other's quotation? Get a few by marrying the Shen family. Fresh graduates who haven't stepped into the social threshold are reserved? Don't you think it's ridiculous to hear it yourself?!"

"..." Mu Ruqing put down Erlang's legs, stood up on the sofa, stared at Zhong Wan, and walked over step by step, each step with an oppression that made people dare not look directly.

"Okay, Wanwan. Send her home and send you like this."

She approached Zhong Wan, her eyes were terrifyingly gloomy, and she pressed her voice: "What's so good about Mu Xueyi that you like her so much?"

Zhong Wan looked at her without flinching, "I've told you countless times that I don't like her. I just feel disgusted. You just don't want to see her well, and you use the company as an excuse in a high-sounding manner. People are disgusting!"

Mu Ruqing sneered, "Yes, you're right, I just don't like her." She tilted her head, "A child of a mistress who ruined my family, an illegitimate daughter, why should I look at her? Is she pleasing to the eye?"

Zhong Wan opened her mouth and wanted to say something.

Mu Ruqing narrowed her eyes, interrupting Zhong Wan's attempt to speak: "You are so good at being considerate to others, have you never thought about how my mother died?"

Zhong Wan's breathing stagnated.

Mu Ruqing said clearly and clearly, word by word, "If I didn't have that mistress, I could have grown up with my mother. Why can't I hate Mu Xueyi? Tell you, even if she can bear the surname Mu, I feel, but, hate, extremely, extremely."

Zhong Wan paused, and when she spoke again, her voice lost the confidence she had just now: "You should hate Zhu Hong, Xue Yi is innocent..."

Mu Ruqing raised her finger and gently stroked Zhong Wan's side face. She smiled, but her eyes were fiercely unwilling.

"Wan Wan, my family has been destroyed, my mother committed suicide, and I have to carry the interests of Mu Shi's marriage. The person I like not only dislikes me, but also opposes me everywhere for the person I hate the most. How can she make everyone like her towards her? Why can she live carefree and carefree?"

The smile in Mu Ruqing's eyes slowly disappeared, her pupils were as cold as **** that had never been illuminated by the sun, as if she could drag everyone and everything in front of her into the abyss: "If I can't live like this, then she, too. Don't think about it."

Zhong Wan took a small step back, and finally avoided Mu Ruqing's gaze in embarrassment. It was like a boulder was pressing against her chest, and she couldn't breathe.

Mu Ruqing looked at Zhong Wan, her eyes slowly turning red.

She thought that Zhong Wan should also hate Mu Xueyi.

If she didn't have that mistress, if she still had a mother to love her, she wouldn't imprison Zhong Wan by her side, as the only light she could hold in her life.

Early in the morning, just six o'clock.

Mu Xueyi was woken up by the ringing of her cell phone, and she heard it in a daze, it was Xiao Ai.

Xiao Ai: "Second Miss, go downstairs quickly."

Mu Xueyi was afraid of something urgent, after all, Xiao Ai had never come to her so early. So she simply took a shower and went downstairs as fast as she could.

Sitting in the passenger seat, she asked, "What's the matter, what's the urgency?"

Xiao Ai smiled: "Mr. Zhou asked me to pick you up at the old house and make her breakfast."

Mu Xueyi was taken aback: "Breakfast?"

Xiao Ai nodded: "Yes, President Zhou said that she wants to eat the scrambled eggs you always made for her before."

When they were still together before, Mu Xueyi would make breakfast for Zhou Zhenyue every morning.

Although Zhou Zhenyue is a president, the two of them live a real life, and they are no different from ordinary people. Mu Xueyi always scrambled an egg in the morning, took a steamed bun, and stuffed it into her hand when Zhou Zhenyue went out with her sleepy eyes open.

After Zhou Zhenyue went out, Mu Xueyi ran to the window and waited for her to come out of the building.

Every time Zhou Zhenyue came out, the egg buns in her hand were almost eaten up. From Mu Xueyi's point of view, she can still see her bulging cheeks. Xiao Ai asked again, "How did you cook it? Mr. Zhou said that no one else could cook your scrambled eggs. In recent years, the Zhou family has changed several cooks in order to eat a bite of your scrambled eggs."

Mu Xueyi said: "You watch while I'm cooking in a while, study hard, and fry it for her later."

Xiao Ai hurriedly said, "Don't, don't, I can't take care of Mr. Zhou's mouth, so I have to feed you."

Mu Xueyi smiled and looked out the window.

Why did Zhou Zhenyue suddenly ask herself to make breakfast for her?

She didn't know if it was her wishful thinking, but she always felt that this approach seemed to mean... Zhou Zhenyue was willing to open a door for their relationship.

Although she was a little lost about what happened last night, but after thinking about it all night, she felt that she had nothing to lose.

Zhou Zhenyue didn't believe her and tried to test her. In the end, it wasn't all her fault.

The Jiangbian apartment and the Zhou family's old house were not very far away, and there was no car on the road in the early morning, so they soon arrived at the Zhou family.

Zhou Zhenyue was not downstairs, and Xiao Ai said that she was having a cross-border video conference in her bedroom.

Mu Xueyi went directly to the kitchen and skillfully opened fire and poured oil. After many years, the feeling of cooking for Zhou Zhenyue made her a little dazed. The eggs are the same, the salt is the same, but they are not the same.

She suddenly thought of four words.

Things are not people.

After frying, she hesitated in the living room holding the plate, not knowing whether to send it or not.

Xiao Ai saw her standing at the entrance of the stairs, and said, "Second miss, go up directly. President Zhou has instructed you to go in at any time."

Mu Xueyi snorted, took a deep breath, squeezed the plate tightly and went upstairs.

When she walked to the door of Zhou Zhenyue's room, she knocked first. After two seconds, she waited until the person inside said "come in" before she opened the door and entered.

Zhou Zhenyue's room is very large, divided into two compartments. Outside is the sofa and balcony, inside is the bed and desk.

Zhou Zhenyue was sitting at the desk in the inner room. She said, "Pause for a while, rest for ten minutes." Then she took off her headphones and got up and walked out.

Seeing her approaching, Mu Xueyi's heartbeat couldn't help speeding up.

Zhou Zhenyue looked down at the scrambled eggs on the plate, raised her eyes again, and frowned.

"Where's my buns?" she asked.

Mu Xueyi blinked several times, but did not expect that the first sentence Zhou Zhenyue said to her was actually this. Zhou Zhenyue's question was too natural, giving her the illusion that their relationship had never deteriorated.

After she recovered, Mu Xueyi remembered that she hadn't answered Zhou Zhenyue, and hurriedly said, "You didn't say you wanted to eat steamed buns."

Zhou Zhenyue: "I don't have steamed buns, what do I use?"

Mu Xueyi: "Then I'll go out and buy it for you now."

"Forget it." Zhou Zhenyue waved her hand, took out her mobile phone and opened WeChat, "I'll ask Xiao Ai to buy it, and you can put the eggs on the coffee table."

"Oh." Mu Xueyi responded and placed the eggs obediently.

After Zhou Zhenyue sent WeChat, she looked at Mu Xueyi again, "Follow me."

Mu Xueyi followed her to the balcony. There is a very new plush carpet on the balcony, which should have been laid in the past two days. It looks more suitable for sitting than stepping on.

Zhou Zhenyue took out a packing box from the corner of the balcony. It felt heavy. She held it with one hand and handed it to Mu Xueyi: "This is the Lego block given to me by the partner. I'm not interested in this, and I keep it. Waste, just sit here and fight."

Mu Xueyi took it with both hands, a little helpless: "This...why did you let me fight?"

Zhou Zhenyue glanced down at the box of building blocks and said softly, "I'm afraid you'll be bored here."

Mu Xueyi was silent for a while, "...Are you willing to let me stay here?"

Ask cautiously and humble.

Something was surging in Zhou Zhenyue's eyes, but she quickly covered it up and only said, "Grandpa wants to see you."

Mu Xueyi realized that she was thinking too much, and smiled a little embarrassedly: "Is that so..."

Zhou Zhenyue: "Well. He went to play mahjong with his old comrade last night and came back in the afternoon."

"...Okay, then I'll wait here."

Mu Xueyi took off her shoes, sat cross-legged on the wool carpet, and looked at the heavy Lego box.

Perhaps too many things weighed on her mind, and she didn't notice anything wrong.

For example, a partner who can no longer do business will not give Lego toys to the chairman of a company.

For another example, if Zhou Fengnian really wanted to see her, he would not have gone out to play mahjong the night before.

Zhou Zhenyue was going to go back to the inner room to continue the meeting. When she walked to the coffee table, she suddenly stopped and couldn't help looking at the plate of fresh scrambled eggs above.

She glanced at the balcony again, Mu Xueyi was concentrating on the building blocks in her hand and had no time to distract herself.

When she turned around, Zhou Zhenyue casually scooped up and took away the plate of eggs.

The baguette I bought yesterday seemed to be sitting on the corner of my desk before I could finish it.

Zhou Zhenyue thought carefully about how feasible it is to replace steamed buns with bread. After careful conversion, she came to the conclusion that both are wheat flour products, and the final composition of the two should not be much different.

So she cut two slices of baguette, sandwiched the egg, and took a bite out of it.

When the raisins, jam, scrambled eggs, and bread collided and smashed into pieces, her chewing stopped instantly.

A faint blue vein appeared on the forehead.

Among the numerous conference video windows on the computer screen, Lu Yan's big face was in the lower left corner with a schadenfreude smile:

"Didn't Mr. Zhou just say that he was going to eat the breakfast made by his wife, how is it, is your wife delicious?"

Zhou Zhenyue took a big sip from the water glass, and swallowed the food in her mouth with some reluctance.

She stared at the scrambled eggs in the bread, and suddenly found that even the shape of the scrambled eggs had Mu Xueyi's unique cooking habits.

Zhou Zhenyue smiled lightly.

Then, she took a second bite, and a third bite.

"good to eat."

she mumbled.

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