Only pamper but not love [rebirth]

Wen Xuerou wanted to comfort herself, maybe it was the other people's divorce agreement?But he took out the paper inside and turned to the end, and there was Wen Muyu's name written on it.

The handwriting is chic and elegant, which is exactly Wen Muyu's signature.

The last fantasy in her heart was shattered.

After reading the content of the divorce agreement, anger occupied Wen Xuerou's mind.

Does Wen Muyu want to divorce her that much?So much so that I made all the preparations in advance without telling her.

She pursed her lips tightly, and wanted to rush over to Wen Muyu to explain clearly, but when she reached the door, she calmed down, stopped, turned around and went back to the desk to sit down.

She didn't even know when Wen Muyu prepared this divorce agreement.

Was it after the amusement park talked about her going back to Wen's house last time?Or are you talking about it?Or earlier...for example, before and after marriage.

If it was prepared before, does it mean that Wen Muyu felt that she agreed to get married earlier to return to Wen's family?

Wen Xuerou's heart skipped a beat.

If this is the case, it can explain why Wen Muyu's attitude towards her is completely different before and after marriage.

But how did Wen Muyu know about this?She is still puzzled.

Only three or two people know the truth.It is impossible for Wen's father to say that he is looking for hardship. She also asked her mother, and her mother said no.

Wen Xuerou drooped her eyes, thought about it, suddenly remembered her recent dream, froze, and had a bold guess in her mind——

Could it be that Wen Muyu also had the same dream as her?

She kept reassuring herself that it was just a dream.

But what if... that's not a dream, but reality?

Not the reality of the present, but a reality that represents the past.

The difference between the development in the dream and the reality is the butterfly effect caused by Wen Muyu's different attitude after the wedding.

Because he knew the truth about the marriage, he treated her as if he were away from her.

Because I knew that I would get divorced in the future, I prepared the divorce agreement in advance.

Because I was heartbroken, I was very disappointed in her, and I didn't want to deliver my sincerity.

Wen Xuerou squeezed her eyebrows.

But she didn't know Xu Xiaoya at all, and she didn't even know who the other party was.

Where does she choose to divorce Wen Muyu for someone who doesn't necessarily exist?

Moreover, the things in the dream were not completely clear, as if there was a layer of fog preventing her from discovering the truth, causing all things to be like tangled balls of thread, which could not be straightened out at all.

Wen Xuerou recalled what she had done to Wen Muyu in her dream, and then looked at the agreement in her hand, her guilt engulfed her like endless waves, leaving her completely out of breath.

If Wen Muyu really had the same dream as hers, or just experienced the situation in the dream and was reborn, how hopeless would it be?

Wen Xuerou closed her eyes, not daring to think any further.

"Xiaorou, I'm done tidying up."

Wen Muyu's voice suddenly sounded.

Wen Xuerou snapped back to her senses, and quickly stuffed the agreement back into the paper bag, "Okay, I'm almost done cleaning too."

She got up with the paper bag, thought for a while, and then went back to get the feather duster.

It's useless to think wildly now, it's better to make sure that what she had was a dream, and whether Wen Muyu also dreamed the same thing.

Wen Muyu was staring at the photo frame in the hall, lowering her head and thinking about something, but she didn't expect Wen Xuerou to come out of the study.

After hearing the sound of footsteps, she turned around and noticed the paper bag in Wen Xuerou's hand at first glance, her heart skipped a beat.

"Xiaoyu, is this your thing?" Wen Xuerou squeezed out a smile, and handed it to her, "I saw it when I was tidying it up, so I'll give it back to you."

Wen Muyu took it and stared at the person in front of him.

"Did you not take it apart?"

"I don't dare to take apart your things casually."

Wen Xuerou looked at her with crooked eyebrows, "In case it's something private again, then..." She paused, then shrugged helplessly, "I don't want to make you angry again."

Wen Muyu squeezed the paper bag tightly in her hand, trying to see anything unusual from that smiling face.

But it's a pity that she didn't see the slightest emotion that might be drawn by the divorce agreement.

Probably didn't see it.

She couldn't tell from the bottom of her heart that it was a pity or what.

Seeing her dubious expression, Wen Xuerou teased again: "Could it be private money?"

"No."

Wen Muyu didn't say anything in the end, turned his head away, and said indifferently: "It's just a document."

"Is it important?"

Wen Muyu didn't know how to answer, but she had already said the previous words, so she could only nod along.

"Then I have to put it away next time. I almost thought of just throwing it away as garbage." Wen Xuerou scratched her cheek, showing an embarrassed expression at the right time.

Seeing Wen Xuerou like this, Wen Muyu reluctantly believed that the other party really didn't see what was inside, so she said "hmm" softly, and then took the paper bag into the study.

Wen Xuerou looked at her back and breathed a sigh of relief.

"Xiao Yu, then I'm going to take a shower first."

Wen Muyu responded, and put the agreement in the desk drawer.

Then she noticed the photo album next to the computer, paused, and folded it upside down on the desktop.

She walked around the desk, glimpsed the photo frame on the bookshelf out of the corner of her eye, and then looked around the study room, and found that there were photo frames of the two in the slightly vacant space.

For a moment, she felt countless pairs of eyes staring at her, frowning and walked over to put those photo frames away and put them back in the box.

In the end, only the two photo frames on the desk and bookshelf were left, so that Wen Xuerou would not be able to answer the question.

After finishing packing, the two lay quietly on both sides of the bed, with an empty space in between, as if separated by the Chu River and the Han border.

Wen Muyu closed her eyes, but she was always thinking of the picture of Wen Xuerou coming out of the study with the divorce agreement in her heart, so she wasn't sleepy at all.

I didn't find the paper bag the first time, and I didn't look at the contents the second time. I probably won't look through her things again in the future, so there is no chance to see it.

Perhaps, she should offer it?

"no, do not want--"

"I disagree!"

Suddenly there was movement from the side.

Wen Muyu turned around, and in the next second saw Wen Xuerou sitting up suddenly by the hazy moonlight, her heart skipped a beat.

She raised her hand to turn on the bedside lamp.

The glare of the light flickered so badly that she squinted her eyes to get used to it before opening them fully, and then she saw Wen Xuerou who was pale and undecided.

"Did you have a nightmare?" As soon as Wen Muyu finished speaking, Wen Xuerou hugged her.

Wen Muyu frowned, grabbed Wen Xuerou's arm and wanted to push him away, but felt the slightly trembling body of the other person, and his neck and shoulders were getting wet gradually, so he stopped moving.

It's just that Wen Xuerou's strength is getting stronger and stronger, and she will feel a little hurt later, and she makes a slightly uncomfortable "uh".

A small voice woke the person in his arms.

Wen Xuerou hurriedly let go of her hand, reaching out to touch her, but when she thought of something, she flinched back in mid-air, repeating the same sentence "I'm sorry" back and forth with red eyes.

"fine."

Her teary eyes made Wen Muyu feel extremely uncomfortable.

"I had a nightmare just now." Wen Xuerou lowered her head and explained, pressing her right hand to her chest, her voice filled with fear, "I dreamed——you had a car accident."

It felt so real that she couldn't tell whether it was just a dream or reality.

"Where am I here?" Wen Muyu squeezed her brows, remembering her rebirth.

She has been reborn until now, and she doesn't know what will happen to herself three years later.

She shook her head, put the mess behind her head, then lifted the quilt and got up.But as soon as she put on her shoes, Wen Xuerou grabbed the hem of her pajamas.

"Where are you going?"

When Wen Xuerou said this, her eyes were full of tears, and there was still a bit of caution and fear in her eyes, like some kind of fragile little animal.

Wen Muyu paused, then slowed down his tone: "I'll make you a cup of hot milk."

"Xiao Yu, you are so kind." Wen Xuerou laughed through tears, and then got out of bed, "I'm with you."

Wen Muyu didn't know what was good about this, it could only be attributed to the fact that the other party hadn't recovered from the nightmare, so she didn't refuse, turned and left the room.

Wen Xuerou carefully grabbed the hem of her clothes and followed her around.

Wen Muyu looked back, always feeling that there was a little tail behind him, wanting him to let go.But when their eyes met, Wen Xuerou always looked at her innocently, and could only hold back when the words came to her lips.

When she came to the kitchen, she took out two bottles of hot milk and poured them into a pan to heat them, then poured them into cups respectively.Pass a cup to Wen Xuerou, and a cup to herself.

Even so, Wen Xuerou still didn't let go.Holding her clothes with her left hand, she took small sips of milk with her right hand.

Wen Muyu always felt that something was weird, but couldn't put it into words.

After drinking the milk, she put down the glass.

Seeing this, Wen Xuerou also speeded up, raised her head and gulped down the milk in the quilt in one go.

I drank it too fast and ended up with a full belch.

"Hiccup~"

The small voice is especially loud in the quiet night.

Wen Xuerou's eyes were wide open, a touch of pink floated on her fair face, she turned her head away: "Hold, I'm sorry."

There were traces of milk around the pink lips, coupled with this awkward words and deeds, Wen Muyu always felt that Wen Xuerou after the nightmare was much cuter than usual.

She frowned and looked away, and reminded lightly: "There's milk on my lips."

As soon as she finished speaking, she saw Wen Xuerou sticking out the tip of her tongue and licking her lips.

Instead of cleaning up the traces of milk, it made the thin lips a little crystal clear.

Wen Muyu's eyes flashed, and he stretched out his hand.

Wen Xuerou's heart skipped a beat, and she looked at her fixedly.

But in the next second, the hand changed direction and pulled out a tissue.

Wen Muyu wiped away the unsightly circle of milk stains expressionlessly.

"Go to bed early." She threw the tissue into the trash can, then took away Wen Xuerou's hand holding her clothes, turned and left the kitchen.

Wen Xuerou didn't keep up, watching the figure disappear around the corner without hesitation, her brows frowned.

In the dream, Wen Muyu was clearly eating the soft and not the hard, so why didn't he react at all right now?

Isn't she acting soft enough?

——Second update——

The next morning, the two packed up, took the fruit they bought on the way, and went to visit Wenmu first.

And it's been a few months since Wen's father's incident last time, Wen Xuerou hasn't come home, and she calls back at most on weekdays.

At the door, Wen Muyu was stopped by Wen Xuerou.

"Xiao Yu, wait a minute."

Wen Xuerou entered the door first, looked left and right, and didn't see anyone she shouldn't look at, so her face softened a little, and she turned her head and said to Wen Muyu, "Xiao Yu, come in."

Wen Muyu, who was blocked by the door, couldn't see her movements clearly and was a little confused, but she still entered the room obediently and greeted Wen's mother.

Mother Wen nodded, and then looked at Wen Xuerou who was still blocking the door: "What are you doing, kid, take Xiao Yu to sit down quickly." Then she went to the kitchen, "Xiao Yu, sit down, I'll go and give you a seat." Wash the fruit."

Wen Xuerou came back to her senses, pulled Wen Muyu to sit down, then got up and poured her a cup of tea.

Wen Muyu always felt that Wen Xuerou was extraordinarily attentive today, but she didn't refuse, and took advantage of the movement of catching the water cup to break away from the hand being held.

After a while, Mother Wen came over with the washed fruit.

Wen Xuerou picked up the apple and the knife, tilted her head and asked her, "Xiao Yu, do you want an apple?"

"Don't be so troublesome."

"fine."

Wen Xuerou got up as soon as she said that, went to wash her hands before peeling her hands, "Soon."

Wen Muyu looked at Wen Xuerou's self-centered actions, and wondered what the meaning of the other party's behavior of asking her opinion was, anyway, she made up her mind to peel her off, didn't she?

Mother Wen on the side watched the interaction between the two with a smile in her eyes.

"Xiaoyu, do you want to stay for dinner at noon? Auntie will show you a hand."

Wen Xuerou interjected at the right time: "My mother's cooking skills are not bad." After speaking, the apple was peeled and handed to Wen Muyu.

Wen Muyu took the apple, looked at Wenmu's expectant eyes, and nodded slowly: "Then disturb Auntie."

"Okay." Mother Wen smiled and stood up, "Xiao Rou, please accompany Xiao Yu, I'll go shopping first, and I'll be back soon."

Wen Muyu got up and called her: "Auntie, just cook it as you like, it doesn't need to be too much trouble."

"I know, I know, let's turn on the TV first." Mother Wen waved her hand, took the keys on the coffee table, and hurried away.

Wen Xuerou looked at Wen Muyu's distressed look, and explained with a smile: "I have to control my diet on weekdays, and my mother's cooking skills have nowhere to show. Now that you are here, she will definitely show her talents."

Wen Muyu was speechless.

Almost an hour later, Wenmu came back with big bags and small bags.

The two hurried over to help carry the things into the kitchen, but they were rejected when they tried to help.

"Just put it here, you go out and play." Mother Wen stopped the two of them from wanting to help the thugs, "Xiao Rou, you can take Xiao Yu to visit the room and look at the photo album or something."

Speaking of this, she remembered something, and asked again: "By the way, Xiao Yu, have you finished reading the photo album I gave you last time?"

Wen Muyu even forgot about it, and quickly said, "Auntie, I forgot to bring it this time, next time I'll—"

"It's okay. If you haven't read it, watch it slowly. Auntie is not in a hurry." Mother Wen drove the two out of the kitchen with a smile, "There is a lot of oily smoke in the kitchen, you should go out quickly, so as not to get smelled."

Wen Muyu looked at Wen Xuerou, saw that the other party nodded, and then left.

After leaving the kitchen, Wen Xuerou thought for a while and asked tentatively, "Then let me show you my room?"

Wen Muyu was not curious, after all, he had seen it in the last life.

She said tactfully: "If it's inconvenient, it doesn't matter if you don't go."

"It's not inconvenient." Wen Xuerou said, pulling her to her room.

Wen Muyu: "..."

It seems that she was too polite, so that Wen Xuerou didn't realize what she meant.

Wen Xuerou's direction is mainly white and beige, the decoration is simple and fresh, it is not as big as Wen's old house, but it has more warmth of home.

Although I haven't come back to live, there is no dust on the table and cabinets, which shows that Wen's mother does a lot of cleaning on weekdays.

Wen Xuerou walked to the desk and flipped through something.

"Xiao Yu, do you want to see my old photos?"

Wen Muyu thought about it and said, "It's not very suitable."

But Wen Xuerou didn't seem to understand, and quickly dug out her photo album, holding one in each of her left and right hands.

"This is from junior high school, and that is from high school. Xiao Yu, which one do you want to read first?"

Wen Muyu frowned, seeing that she didn't choose not to put it down, she casually ordered a book.

Wen Xuerou turned her head to look, and the one that was clicked was a middle school photo album, she paused, remembered something, and quickly shrank back to change it.

Wen Muyu saw it in his eyes and raised his eyebrows: "What's wrong?"

"It's nothing." Wen Xuerou blinked, and handed the high school photo album to Wen Muyu.

Wen Muyu saw that the cover of this book was different from the one he had just chosen, but he didn't care, and flipped through it after taking it.

This is a photo album from high school, and the people in it look not much different from Wen Xuerou's now, but they are a little immature.The person above is tall, white and beautiful, wearing a blue and white school uniform. When he smiles, a beautiful breath of youth rushes towards his face.

She remembered that when Wen Xuerou was filming daily high school videos, she was discovered by scouts and made her debut.

Wen Muyu flipped through the pages more and more slowly.

But no matter how slow I was, the album only had dozens of pages, and I finished it in a short while.

Wen Muyu closed the album and looked at the other one in the other party's hand.

Wen Xuerou smiled and stuffed the album in her hand back into the bookcase, and said, "It's almost time, we should go out."

Wen Muyu saw that Wen Xuerou didn't want her to read the junior high school photo album, but she didn't say anything, handed the photo album in her hand to the other party, then turned and left.

Wen Xuerou breathed a sigh of relief, stuffed the high school photo album on the bookcase, and then left.

When she was in junior high school, she was still dark and dark. If Wen Muyu saw it, it would really damage her image.

When the two came out, there were already many dishes on the table.

After a while, there were more and more things, and finally the whole table was completely covered.

Wen Muyu remembered that Wen Xuerou likes to cook a lot of dishes when she cooks, maybe this is "like a mother, like a daughter".

Because he had to drive, Wen Muyu didn't drink, but drank along with him.

After eating, the two sat for a while before leaving.

Before Wen Xuerou left, she stuffed a red envelope into Wenmu's hand.

After going out, Wen Muyu looked at her expression of reluctance, and said, "Why don't you stay and spend the New Year with Auntie?"

"No need." Wen Xuerou remembered the situation in her dream, and dared not leave Wen Muyu.

Wen Muyu just mentioned it casually, and was not angry when he was rejected.

The two returned to the apartment for a lunch break, and then began to pack their luggage.

Wen Muyu remembered the photo album given by Wen's mother, got up and took it out of the drawer.

"Xiao Rou, where do you put the photo album?"

Wen Xuerou was busy counting money and stuffing red envelopes, thinking that she was going to bring the wedding photos of the two of them back to the old house, without looking up: "Just keep it."

Wen Muyu listened to this, thought for a while, and stuffed it into her suitcase first.

In this way, when I visit Mother Wen later, I can take it with me, instead of going back to the apartment to get it.

After packing up their luggage, the two checked it again, turned off the water and electricity, and then left.

It was about four o'clock in the afternoon when we arrived at the old house. The housekeeper was arranging for people to hang red lanterns at the door, and there were two pots of fortune trees on both sides of the door.

"Miss, Miss Wen." The butler noticed the two of them, and quickly signaled the servant at the door to get out of the way.

"Thank you." Wen Muyu nodded and drove the car in.

The potted plants on the side are all hung with small lanterns, and the yard looks bright red, which is very festive.

The two took the suitcase back to the house, talked to their grandparents, and then went back to the room to put the luggage away.

While arranging her luggage, Wen Xuerou pretended to be casual and said, "Xiao Yu, do you have time for a while?"

"Yes, what's wrong?"

"I have a script for a new play here, and I want you to help me review the play." Wen Xuerou stopped folding clothes in her hands, took out a white folder and handed it to Wen Muyu.

Wen Muyu was a little confused, took it over and looked at it, and put it aside if there was no title.

"Clean up first."

Wen Xuerou suppressed the anxiety in her heart and nodded.

After packing, Wen Muyu picked up the white folder and spread it out.

Just two or three pieces of paper with only dialogue on them.

But after sweeping her eyes, there was a storm in her heart.

By the time I finished reading it, the blood on my face had completely faded.

She asked hoarsely, "What script is this?"

The line above was on the third wedding anniversary, probably what she said when she and Wen Xuerou were arguing, but the third anniversary was replaced by the seventh anniversary.

Wen Xuerou saw it in her eyes, and her thoughts were a bit complicated, but she still pretended not to know anything on the surface, and explained: "This is the interview line given by the crew, saying that let us think about the character design by ourselves and play freely." After a pause, she asked again, "What's wrong?"

Wen Muyu pinched the script, recalling the situation that night, the anger in her heart could not be contained at all.

She wanted to ask Wen Xuerou why she treated herself like this, and why their three-year relationship was not as good as the three-month relationship with Xu Xiaoya.

But seeing Wen Xuerou's puzzled expression, she couldn't speak at all when the words came to her lips.

Wen Xuerou's heart tightened, she hurried forward, took the script away, and asked worriedly, "Xiao Yu, what's wrong?"

She just wanted to test whether Wen Muyu was the same as her or whether she was born again, but she didn't expect Wen Muyu's reaction to be so strong, and now she regretted it.

"No, nothing." Wen Muyu took a deep breath, said "I'm going to wash my face" before turning around and entering the bathroom, her footsteps a little confused.

Wen Xuerou looked at Wen Muyu's leaving back, and her guess was confirmed.

If it was just a dream, Wen Muyu wouldn't be so flustered.

If it happened, did she really do those things like in her dream?

Wen Xuerou sat down on the side of the bed with a pale face, recalling what she did in the dream, guilt and self-blame flooded in like a tidal wave, completely submerging her.

"Crack—" the sound of the doorknob being turned.

Wen Xuerou came back to her senses, stood up quickly, took a deep breath to adjust her expression, so as not to be discovered by Wen Muyu.

It's just that Wen Muyu was in a state of mind, and didn't notice her slight strangeness.

Wen Muyu asked coldly, "Who wrote this script?"

"It's just a random script, isn't that very common?" Wen Xuerou asked back, "There are such similar lines in love dramas, what's wrong?"

"Really." Wen Muyu lowered her head to hide the emotions in her heart, "Give me the script, what lines should I say?"

"If you don't feel well, it's next time." Wen Xuerou pinched the folder, not wanting to sprinkle salt on Wen Muyu's wound.

Wen Muyu didn't insist, and said "I'll go downstairs first" without any expression on his face, then turned and left.

Wen Xuerou looked at the back who seemed to be tired in an instant, and once again regretted her rash behavior.