Chapter 12 (1/2)

While Mu Qingxuan is in the mood of guessing Mo Yanrui, sister LAN tucks a set of silk pajamas into her arms.

”Miss mu, what the young master wants most is a complete and happy family. Now that you know the young master's feelings for you, it's time for you to relax.”

”To ease relations? Can he accept it? ” Mo Yanrui's hatred and sharpness towards her these days, she doesn't think there is room for their relationship to ease. Although she was shocked when she saw the room, she didn't forget the pain all of a sudden.

”Young master, he just doesn't know your mind. You have to be brave.” LAN Sao's face lovingly encouraged, ”this is your previous pajamas, the young master also praised.”

Mu Qingxuan's cheeks are red. How could she forget the pajamas?

”That's a deal, Miss mu. Go back to your room and have a rest. When the young master comes back from Haicheng, I'll tell you. You'll have a good talk.”

Mu Qingxuan is very nervous when she comes back to her room. Although she took the book from her study, she could open the page for more than an hour. She couldn't see a word in her mind. She only paid close attention to the sound of the car engine outside.

After a long time, she finally couldn't stand it. She slammed the book on, closed her eyes gently, and pressed her chin against the book.

As night falls, Mu Qingxuan deliberately prevents herself from focusing on meeting Mo Yanrui at night, so when sister LAN comes to her, she doesn't know what time it is.

”Do I really want to go?” Mu Qingxuan's eyebrows frowned lightly, and her eyes were struggling. Although she hopes to have a good talk with him, does he really want to?

Encouraged by Mrs. LAN, she went, and the result was similar to what she was worried about.

Mo Yanrui is tired after a day's journey to Haicheng. When Mu Qingxuan goes in, the two buttons on the top of his white shirt are opened, and his clothes are not neatly tied in his trousers. There are some wrinkles on the top, which is a bit more casual and ruffian. She looks like she saw him five years ago, not as mature and expensive as usual.

His eyes sank slightly when he touched Mu Qingxuan in her old pink silk pajamas. His feelings of surprise and compassion flashed by, but soon turned cold.

”Where did you get the pajamas?” He suddenly changed his face and asked angrily.

”I went into the room on the fifth floor today.” She spoke faintly.

Sure enough, he recognized the dress at a glance. Did he remember the love between them five years ago?

He stepped forward and grabbed her shoulder excitedly, and the cold in his eyes suddenly turned into flames.

”Damn it, who allowed you to go there.”

Mu Qingxuan stares at his face quietly, trying to see his heart under his mask of anger.

”Do you think you are still qualified to go there?”

as like as two peas. ”That's what we used to live in Rui Yuan. Why would there be exactly the same place?” She looked directly at him in a calm voice, and this time, she was not frightened by his anger.

All of a sudden, he put away his anger, put a cruel smile on the corner of his mouth, released the hand that clamped her shoulder, and said with a slight irony: ”what? You think I'm still in love with you, so you copied Ruiyuan's room and came here. You are too good at sticking gold on your face

His words made Mu Qingxuan's back stiff in an instant, and his whole body seemed to be poured down from his head by cold water.