Chapter 125 (2/2)

Thinking of this, Cangling was surprised. Unexpectedly, unconsciously, she really took Mou Yu as her husband.

She looked up and Mu Yu was looking at her. The corners of his jaw were well-defined. Rao looked at it so many times that every time his face could still make her heart beat faster.

”I'm going to Milan in a week. It's no better than my own territory outside. Don't be impulsive.” Mou Yu told her.

”OK.” Cangling nodded, opened another bottle of beer and drank more than half of it, ”come on, take this opportunity to wish us a successful and smooth trip to Milan.”

Mou Yu didn't speak. Cangling drank and ate meat by herself. After a while, her cheeks were red.

”I must succeed.” Cangling raised the empty bottle, ”I promised, I promised Yu Chen...”

I promised Yu Chen to stand on the top stage of the world and become a well-known designer. I also promised to make myself stronger and become a person who can match Mou Yu.

Cang Ling's vision became more and more blurred, and the feeling of spinning and spinning came. She smiled at Mou Yu, and the next second, her head would be planted on the table.

Mou Yu reached out in time to hold her head, got up, reached her position and moved her body over.

He looked at Cangling's drunk face, and the pleasure that had just risen because of her words gradually disappeared.

Yu Chen... If she is true, she still can't forget Yu Chen.

Even if he held one of his sincerity in front of her, she took it with a smile, but the person in her heart was still Yu Chen.

”Mou Yu...” Cangling leaned against his shoulder, closed her eyes and rubbed her head against his chest. The hair in front of her forehead exploded with her actions. She whispered and put her hands around his neck.

Cang Ling's drinking capacity is not good. This has become a well-known fact since the day they met in Nova. Mou Yu was helpless. She lifted her briefcase and held Cang Ling in her arms in the posture of holding a child.

Cangling skillfully coiled his body and hung it on him like a koala. Mou Yu was tall. In his arms, she always had enough sense of security.

”Mou Yu, I'm 22 years old...” Cang Ling lay on his shoulder and spoke to him vaguely, ”on my 21st birthday, the people around me are gone...”

”Mou Yu, I have no mother, and I don't know who my father is... I have no home...”

”Only you...”

Mou Yu paused.

only you.

These three words fell heavily on his heart and touched a soft place at the bottom of his deepest heart.

An old voice echoed in his mind. The gentle voice once said these three words to him.

”Ah Yu, my aunt has nothing. My parents and sisters are gone. Now, I don't even have a home.” The gentle woman in memory, holding him sleeping in her arms, shed tears and whispered in his ear, ”only you, only you.”

That year, his mother had just died. He was six years old and his little aunt was sixteen.

When he first saw Cangling, he felt that she had an inexplicable sense of familiarity. It was this sense of familiarity that enabled him to save her from the sea when he knew he was resisting women.

Mou Yu suddenly understood something. If he could see the similarities between Cangling and Sheng Yanhua, how could Mou Qi not see it?