Chapter 86 (1/2)

After learning about Mu Qingxuan's inner struggle and pain, Mo Yanrui deliberately avoids her. He always goes home after dinner. For Xiaochen's story invitation, he always hides in his study on the pretext of not finishing his work.

The task of telling a story falls back to Mu Qingxuan again, so she often squints when she finishes the story and simply sleeps in Xiaochen's room.

After reading the last document he brought back, Mo Yanrui lit his cigarette and stood by the window quietly smoking. He could see the children's room from his window. In the past, he was busy working at home and couldn't accompany Xiaochen, so he chose the room where he could see the children's room as the study. Now, he is not so busy with his work, but it is still useful. It's sad to think about it.

Thinking of what Mu Qingxuan said to him in the corridor that day, his heart aches. In addition, he really doesn't know how to help her.

Seeing that there was only one bedside lamp left in the children's room, he knew that they were sleeping.

Half an hour later, he quietly opened the door of the children's room with the key. There were people he cared about most. But when they were sober, he didn't dare to get close to them. How could he have expected such helplessness before?

Mu Qingxuan's sleep is very shallow these days, so when Mo Yanrui turns the key to open the door, she is already awake, even if he tries to turn his voice to the minimum.

The familiar smell surrounded her, and she forced herself to pretend to be asleep and not wake up, just like the previous nights.

Even if she closed her eyes, she could feel that he was staring at her. Her heart beat fast, but she didn't dare move. Because Waking up will only make them more embarrassed.

Mo Yanrui gently pulled down the quilt for her. After staring for a long time, he carefully bent down and printed a kiss on her forehead, as soft as a feather. He also wanted to kiss her warmly, but wake her up and let her find that it was the thing he was most afraid of at this time.

After a few more glances, he left the children's room.

Mu Qingxuan slowly opens her eyes, and her tears fall from the corner of her eyes.

The treasure in his kiss means that she doesn't feel it, but the more so, the more intense her inner struggle and swing.

The next morning, Ling Sisi came to the villa early to report. They eat breakfast at the table together, and Ling Sisi praises LAN Sao's cooking skills.

Although there are special cooks in the villa, Mrs. LAN gets up early every day and is used to making breakfast for everyone.

”I really want to move in, too. The cook my mother invited only makes beautiful Western food for breakfast every day. I'm afraid of it.”

In recent years, Ling Ling has highly praised British culture, and the cooks she hired are British. Ling thinks she's funny, but she's happy and still clings to her.

”Miss Ling is flattering. If you come here to live, Miss Mu will be very happy.” LAN Sao is also aware that Mu Qingxuan's mood has not yet recovered. Or with friends, she will be happy.

At this time, Mo Yanrui came down from upstairs. Ling Sisi joked, ”Mr. Mo, I like your food. Can I move here?”

Mo Yanrui glanced at Mu Qingxuan and raised his mouth slightly: ”Miss Ling, please.”

”Mr. Mo is generous, but I'm afraid I'll disturb your world too much.” Ling Sisi said with a bad smile, but found that their looks were not quite right. Even sister LAN gave her a wink, and she instantly understood.

”Young master, would you like breakfast?” Sister LAN quickly jumped out to break this embarrassment.

”No, I have an early meeting.” With that, he quickly went out with his briefcase.

Mu Qingxuan lowers her head and eats breakfast as if nothing had happened, while Ling Sisi bites her lower lip, sighing that their problem is not simple.