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Fu Sinian got up from the sofa and walked slowly to the front of the room. He could see the woman lying on the bed as long as he took one step further. However, he stopped abruptly and just stood at the door without going in.

Sensing his approach, Bai Yuxiao turned slightly sideways, allowing Fu Sinian's sight to reach Mu Nian.

Fu Sinian's gaze became deeper and deeper.

Bai Yuxiao raised his watch and glanced at the time: "You take her back, it's not a problem to stay with me."

"Ah."

Only then did Fu Sinian start to walk to Mu Nian, leaning over and hugging her in his arms.

Looking at the backs of the two, Bai Yuxiao pursed his lips. After all, with a strong sour taste, he said coldly: "This is the first time and the last time. I won't help you next time."

Fu Sinian didn't return and left with Mu Nian.

Bai Yuxiao sat down on the sofa by himself, poured a glass of red wine, one glass after another, pouring himself a lot.

Until the person beside him reminded respectfully: "Young Master Bai, this matter about Li Siyan..."

"Look, it's been a while since I was with you. I didn't tell you to kill people, so you don't understand the reason why people are not allowed to die?"

"Yes Yes Yes!"

"If I can't find it, you all go to the funeral with me."

"……Yes!"

Bai Yuxiao poured another glass of wine, but this time, he didn't drink it.

He put down his wine glass, walked to the floor-to-ceiling windows, and stared at the sparkling sea in a daze.

Ah.

Really interesting.

A person like Li Siyan would disappear inexplicably. Did he go on some kind of big adventure?

Then, it's really interesting.

……

Four hours later.

Mu Nian woke up from a deep sleep.

She opened her eyes in a daze, only to see a man sitting by her side, he was operating a computer, his brows were tightly frowned, as if there was something bothering him.

She got up subconsciously, and her white fingertips lightly touched the center of her brows: "Don't frown."

Fu Sinian was taken aback, he subconsciously raised his hand to grab her wrist.

Mu Nian tilted her head and looked at him quietly, as if trying to identify who he was.

"Are you awake? Do you feel unwell." Fu Sinian's voice was a little hoarse, but he tried his best to control himself.

"No, I just feel a little... tired."

"Sleep a little longer?"

"I can't sleep anymore."

"Take you out for a walk?"

"it is good."

Mu Nian put on the mask obediently, and walked beside him quietly, like a little tail of his.

For some reason, Fu Sinian stretched out his hand inexplicably, and gently clasped her five fingers, but she didn't hide, and held his big palm back.

She seems to be a different person, or she is such a gentle and casual person with no temper, as long as he wants, she is willing to do it for him.

Fu Sinian felt more and more tightness in his chest.

How much did he miss?
"I have some, I don't really remember what happened between me and you, but I remember how I feel about you, is this normal?" Mu Nian asked the man beside him.

"Well, sometimes I do too."

"I thought I was sick, so I forgot."

"No, you just drank too much and haven't sobered up yet."

That's it.

Mu Nian nodded thoughtfully, and she pointed to her heart: "But I feel that this place is empty, and I seem to have forgotten something."

Fu Sinian held her hand even harder: "I should remember it when I completely wake up from the wine."

"Then, what were we doing before we drank?"