Sick pet: Fu Shaonuan's wife has to be coaxed

Chapter 50 052: Deep into the bone marrow, terminally ill
The taxi stopped at a square.

At that time, Mu Jinyue only reported the address, and the driver followed the navigator, completely unaware that the focus was on the square.After the car stopped on the side of the road, the driver looked back and confirmed again: "Is this place?"

Mu Jinyue nodded, seeing that Fu Yan frowned and wanted to say something, she explained: "Our house cannot be driven in."

In many high-end residential areas, in order to prevent accidents, taxis are not allowed to enter and exit.

Fu Yan understood, nodded, and took out a banknote from his wallet and handed it to the driver.

The driver took it with a smirk, but he was muttering in his heart: places where taxis can't drive... No wonder they are so good-looking and have a temperament, so they belong to the young master and young lady.

The lawn lamps in the square outline the miniature of the city, and the landscape lamps stand on both sides of the square, illuminating the winding paths covered with cobblestones, and the night is full of people and noisy.

After getting off the car, Fu Yan still had no intention of leaving. He raised his chin at her, looking a bit lazy, but his attitude was firm: "Lead the way."

Mu Jinyue didn't move, but took a deep look at him, then suddenly hooked her lips, took a step forward, pinched his chin with the index finger and thumb of her right hand and pulled it down, stood on tiptoe and looked at him coldly under the moonlight. Eye.

"Fu Yan, you don't like me, do you?"

'Boom—'

The curtain of night exploded with gorgeous fireworks, and the noise of the square seemed to be going away. Mu Jinyue faced the direction of the fireworks, even if she didn't look deliberately, her light-colored eyes were still brightened by the fireworks.

Fu Yan raised his hand and put a little force around her waist. Mu Jinyue was already on her feet and her center of gravity was unstable, so she fell into his arms all at once.

Through the layers of clothes, his heartbeat was strong and slightly rapid, and the breath came, and the breeze was wrapped with a faint mint fragrance.

"You think too much," Fu Yan said, leaning slightly, squinting his eyes, his voice was a little hoarse: "It should be said that you like me, right? That's why you are angry with me because of a misunderstanding? You Is this kidding?"

Mu Jinyue was silent for two seconds, then let out a sneer, and within a breath, even the corners of her eyes and brows were enchanting: "Don't worry, I won't play with inexperienced people."

Fu Yan looked at her, a little dazed, Mu Jinyue took the opportunity to break free, took two steps back, and said with a light smile, "Before molesting someone next time, don't blush."

The light and shadow of the fireworks are mottled and bright, and his back is facing. Although the facial features are in the dark, the ears are completely exposed, almost transparent crimson.

There was an obvious unnaturalness on his face, Fu Yan turned his head, put one hand on the back of his neck, his legs moved a little uncomfortably, and he still said stiffly: "It's just the light of the fireworks, there's nothing to make a fuss about."

"Really?" Mu Jinyue nodded, took out her phone, and turned on the flashlight, "Then you close your eyes, I'll take a photo and you'll know."

Fu Yan seemed to be driven into a hurry, and became angry from embarrassment: "Why do I have to prove to you that I don't blush!"

"What? There's no way to quibble, and you're starting to refuse to admit it?" Mu Jinyue put her phone in her coat pocket, folded her arms around her chest, and looked at him with admiration, "Student Fu, you are so cute." .”

From the age of seven to 17, for ten years, Mu Jinyue was the only one who said he was cute.

Fu Yan's entire face was darkened, gloomy, a little scary.

Mu Jinyue was not afraid of him at all, she pointed her chin with a finger, adding fuel to the fire: "Actually, it would be more appropriate to describe it as arrogant."

Fu Yan's complexion became more and more ugly, especially when he was bathed in the moonlight, his face was cold and pressing.

Just when Mu Jinyue thought he was going to explode or walk away, this guy just growled angrily: "Can you say something to describe a boy!"

He was not angry when he was teased, and the last sentence was more dissatisfaction, and even a touch of grievance.

Rare, it gave her the illusion of being pampered.

Mu Jinyue shook her head, pursed the corners of her lips, and looked at the unfinished fireworks in the sky.

Dazzling and dazzling, it can cut through the boundless darkness and be dyed with colorful colors.

Her expression suddenly faded, but Fu Yan was not used to it, and actually thought it was better when she smirked and irritated people.

"Hey," he hesitated, "I'm not angry when you say that about me, why are you upset?"

"Not unhappy."

In fact, this is quite normal. She has never been emotional. In order to control her illness, she usually doesn't have any big mood swings.

To put it nicely, it's called indifference, and to put it bluntly, it's called indifference.

Fu Yan asked her: "Then what's wrong with you?"

"It's nothing." Mu Jinyue looked far away, and her voice was so soft that it almost dissipated in the wind: "Actually, you shouldn't have come to me today..."

In the second half of the sentence, Fu Yan actually didn't hear anything clearly. Although she didn't know why she was suddenly in a bad mood, he didn't ask anything, and raised his hand to straighten his hair that was blown by the wind: "Lead the way, it's already very late. It's late, I'll take you back."

"No need," Mu Jinyue shook her head and refused, took out her mobile phone and sent a text message: "I'll ask the driver to pick it up."

Fu Yan didn't force it either: "Then I'll wait here with you for a while." Seeing that she still wanted to refuse, he added: "If I leave the girl on the side of the road in the middle of the night, my conscience will be disturbed."

If Lu Zicang heard this, he would have bent over with a smile and asked Fu Yan where did he get his conscience.

The driver of the Mu family came very quickly, so he must have been waiting a long time ago.

Of course, it was definitely not Mu Yingping who was waiting, but Kong Ansi.

I was afraid that Mu Yingping would leave again.

Mu Jinyue didn't even say hello to Fu Yan, she got into the car when she saw the car coming, and then told the driver to drive, and disappeared in a flash.

Fu Yan stood where he was, with deep eyes, the lights of the fireworks made his face dim and bright, and he couldn't see his emotions clearly.

"Miss," the driver hesitated, and said cautiously, "Because you haven't been back for a long time, madam is a little upset."

He shouldn't have said this, but after staying in Mu's house for a long time, he knew more things, so he couldn't help but feel a little distressed for Mu Jinyue.

"Are you angry..." Mu Jinyue smiled, "Thank you, Uncle Li."

The driver, Uncle Li, quickly shook his head: "Miss, you're pissing me off."

In the entire Mu family, everyone who knew his surname was Li, except for the nanny, who was the young lady.

Mu family.

"Yingping," Kong Ansi made another pot of hot tea and brought it up, sitting next to Mu Yingping, with a gentle tone of reproach, "Yueyue, this child is really getting more and more disobedient. When she comes back, I will definitely treat her well." Tell her."

Mu Yingping didn't even look at her, picked up the teacup and drank it down, frowned and sneered: "About her? If it wasn't for her, do you think you could still sit here?"

Kong Ansi's complexion changed slightly, and he quickly lowered his eyes.

She thought that what he meant was that she gave birth to a child, so it was inconvenient for him to divorce.

But in her heart, she didn't feel grateful to Mu Jinyue at all, but hated her instead.

Hate her for killing her own son.

This concept is deeply rooted in the bone marrow, and it is terminally ill.

(End of this chapter)