Eat chicken and eat the goddess

Mu Ziyou obediently waited on the bench for a long time before Bai Hui finally arrived.

Bai Hui had just finished dinner with several directors, and she still smelled of alcohol. She drove all the way to the gate of the park where Mu Ziyou was. When she got out of the car, she saw him sitting on a bench with his head drooping. Mu Ziyou.

The high-heeled shoes stepped on the flat road and made a crisp sound in the silent park.

Bai Hui walked to Mu Ziyou's side, because on the way here, he was in a hurry to go out and the wind was driving all the way, so his hair was a little messy.

She first looked at Mu Ziyou up and down, and she was relieved when she saw that her clothes were neat. She lowered her eyes gently, stretched out her hand to touch Mu Ziyou's hairy head, and asked softly.

"What's the matter, what happened?"

Mu Ziyou didn't look up, he just took a deep breath, then calmed down and looked up at Bai Hui.

Bai Hui was wearing a simple and neat suit, stroking her head with one hand, and the car key was still hanging on the fingertips of the other hand. On that exquisite and beautiful face, there was a gentle, doting and slightly worried smile.

Mu Ziyou didn't say the reason when he opened his mouth, but he sniffed with a sharp nose and smelled the faint smell of alcohol on Bai Hui's body.

Knowing that Bai Hui drove to find her because he was worried about him, he still couldn't help but say.

"You drank and drove here."

Bai Hui looked at Mu Ziyou's red eyes and the wet tears on his face, and he didn't rush to ask again, but raised his eyebrows and said helplessly.

"Yes, I'm still wearing high heels. Fortunately, there are not many cars at night."

Mu Ziyou complained softly.

"This is not good, what if something happens, and how many times have I told you not to drink, you still drink, and your stomach is still not healed."

Seeing that Mu Ziyou still had a mournful face, he began to teach himself a lesson. Bai Hui couldn't help but chuckle, rubbing Mu Ziyou's head, his tone was light and smiling.

"I know, I know, little housekeeper, I'm talking with a few directors about the company's affairs today, and I just drank a few glasses with them. Don't worry, it's not some strong alcohol. I have my own measure."

After listening to Bai Hui's words, Mu Ziyou nodded to show that he understood. After complaining, his mood sank again. He hung his head and clasped his fingers, and sat silently, showing no intention of getting up.

Bai Hui avoided Mu Ziyou's sadness and joked.

"Why, are you still planning to spend the night here?"

Mu Ziyou looked down at his legs, his eyes were dim, and he bit his lip and muttered softly.

"Just lying on my lap, now my leg is numb and I don't feel it."

Bai Hui smiled lightly, glanced at her, and said angrily.

"Fool."

Then she sat beside Mu Ziyou, and she reached out to touch Mu Ziyou's leg.

Sitting alone in the cold wind for so long, Mu Ziyou's legs could feel the coldness through his trousers. Bai Hui gently touched the top of her knee, and then stretched out his index finger and thumb to pinch.

"Do you feel it?"

Mu Ziyou shook his head, there was no happy look on his face, it was dull and numb.

"No feeling, no feeling at all, I can't even move."

Bai Hui tapped Mu Ziyou's knee with his fingers, pinching and tapping on Mu Ziyou's leg as if he had found a toy.

"Who told you to be so stupid and sit alone for so long."

Mu Ziyou turned his head to look at Bai Hui with a soft smile on his face, frowned, moved his legs away, and said in a low voice.

"Bai Hui, I'm not happy."

Seeing that Mu Ziyou's mood didn't improve at all, Bai Hui sighed, withdrew her hand, and the smile on her face faded a lot.

"I know, but you don't seem to want to tell me why you are unhappy."

Mu Ziyou turned to the beginning. She really hasn't decided whether to tell Bai Hui the reason why she is unhappy today. It seems a little inappropriate, but if she doesn't tell Bai Hui, she has no one to tell.

Bai Hui came to pick her up so late, and even took the risk of driving after drinking, just because he knew he was unhappy.

But when Bai Hui arrived, she still treated Bai Hui with such an unreasonable attitude just now.

Mu Ziyou thought about it for a while, and felt that her attitude just now was a bit too much. She calmed down a bit, looked at the piece of bread crumbs on the ground who didn't know who left it, and apologized softly.

"I'm sorry Bai Hui, I just... I'm just not happy."

Bai Hui didn't care about Mu Ziyou's temper tantrum just now. Although he looked at Mu Ziyou's drooping face and dark eyes, he wanted to reach out and touch her, but he held back his hand.

"It's okay, I didn't take it to heart, and you don't need to feel entangled. Go back first, you have been here for so long, you are not afraid of catching a cold."

Mu Ziyou's heart was still in turmoil. She didn't want to go back to school, and she didn't want to go home to face her parents, and she didn't even want to go to see her cousin.

Just thinking about it, she has nowhere to go, she just wants to find a quiet place to sort out and digest her complicated mood.

She said aggrieved in a low voice.

"But I don't know where I'm going."

Bai Hui stood up decisively.

"Go to my house, let's go."

Mu Ziyou was startled by Bai Hui, she looked up at Bai Hui, a little hesitant.

"To your house? Not too good."

Bai Hui smiled lightly, and stretched out his hand to Mu Ziyou.

"It's not that you haven't been there before. Since you don't want to go back to school or go home, then go to my house."

Looking at Bai Hui's hand stretched out in front of him, the white and warm palm, Mu Ziyou hesitated for a moment, then stretched out his hand and gently put it on Bai Hui's hand.

A faint warmth flowed from the bottom of her heart, she finally showed a slight smile, and looked up at Bai Hui.

"Thank you, Bai Hui."

"You're welcome, Miss Mu."

Bai Hui picked up his lips, pulled Mu Ziyou's hand hard, and pulled Mu Ziyou who was sitting on the bench up.

It's just that Mu Ziyou, whose legs were numb, stood up after being pulled by her like this, but his legs softened and he fell on top of her.

Fortunately, Bai Hui reached out to wrap her arms around her waist. Although she took two steps back to stabilize after being hit by her, fortunately, neither of them fell down.

Bai Hui put his arms around Mu Ziyou's waist, letting her stand on her own, but frowned helplessly and complained.

"Mu Ziyou, you look so thin, why are you so heavy?"

Mu Ziyou looked skinny, almost like a bamboo pole, but it was much heavier than she imagined, and she almost missed it.

Mu Ziyou snorted softly, feeling much better, she patted her belly and said.

"Because I am sincere."

Bai Hui turned his head to look at her, rolled his beautiful eyes, and said with a playful smile.

"I don't know if it's real or not, but it's indeed made of solid wood."

Mu Ziyou didn't understand Bai Hui's meaning for a while, so he blinked.

"Ah? What solid wood."

Bai Hui held back his smile, and tapped her forehead with his hand.

"Solid wood."

Mu Ziyou frowned and snorted, but he didn't refute Bai Hui either.

Caressing Mu Ziyou to the side of the car, Mu Ziyou let go of Bai Hui's shoulder and motioned for him to take a walk.

Mu Ziyou walked around the car twice, moving his numb legs.

"Let me drive. Be careful that the police will check you for drunk driving later on the road and lock you up."

"it is good."

Bai Hui leaned against the car, with a smile and worried eyes, following Mu Ziyou who was walking around the car in small steps.

After resting for a while, Mu Ziyou, who felt that he was completely recovered, raised his leg and asked Bai Hui to get into the car, then got into the car by himself, and was about to drive to Bai Hui's house.

Just being teased by Bai Hui for a few words, Mu Ziyou, who was in a slightly better mood, got into the car, and her mood sank unconsciously. She looked directly at the road and drove carefully. Although she tried her best not to distract herself, Thoughts still accidentally ran to what happened in the bar.

But fortunately, even though she was a little distracted, she still drove the car seriously, although she was silent and didn't say a word.

Bai Hui sat in the co-pilot leaning against the car window, turning his head and looking at Mu Ziyou from time to time.

Although she didn't know why Mu Ziyou was so unhappy all of a sudden, she vaguely guessed that it had something to do with her feelings. A few days ago, Mu Ziyou had acquiesced that she had a crush on Yan Zhen.

Bai Hui naturally guessed that Mu Ziyou's mood swings today were due to Yan Zhen.

She didn't know that her wild guess had happened to be right.

Mu Ziyou drove in silence all the way, only when Bai Hui asked her to remind her when she accidentally turned the wrong intersection, did she answer.

Soon Mu Ziyou and Bai Hui arrived at the gate of Bai Hui's community.

After driving the car into the garage, Bai Hui led Mu Zi to swim to his home.

The last time Mu Ziyou came to Bai Hui's house, this time it was not as cramped as last time. Bai Hui let her sit on the sofa, and then went to the kitchen to make a cup of ginger soup and cola for Mu Ziyou to drive away the cold.

When the lid was lifted, Bai Hui was accidentally burned by the hot air. She frowned and took a deep breath, then put her red fingers in cold water and rinsed them.

When she came out with the boiled ginger soup and coke, Mu Ziyou was sitting on the sofa looking at the phone in a daze, and she didn't even react when Bai Hui came to her.

Knowing that Bai Hui had called her, she shook her body and quickly put the phone into her pocket, with faint tears in her twinkling eyes.

Bai Hui sighed, and handed the cup to Mu Ziyou.

"After blowing the wind for so long, drink this in one gulp. Don't think it's too hot. You'll feel even worse when you catch a cold tomorrow."

Mu Ziyou and Bai Hui used to say this tone, because Bai Hui always didn't take care of his body, but today it was the other way around, Bai Hui said Mu Ziyou.

Mu Ziyou took the cup and looked down at the heat coming out of the cup. There were still a few slices of ginger floating in the cola. The feeling of being cared about made her feel a little warm in her heart. Warm eyes Feeling sour, she blinked concealedly, trying to blink back the tears that were about to flow.

"Thank you, Bai Hui."

Bai Hui looked at her, sighed again, and then smiled self-deprecatingly.

"When you took care of me before, I didn't say thank you to you."

Mu Ziyou didn't speak anymore, holding the cup and carefully drinking the spicy ginger coke.

The cell phone in her pocket rang again at this time, Mu Ziyou shook her body, and the ginger cola in the cup accidentally spilled a few drops on the back of her hand.

It's just that she put down the cup in a hurry as if she didn't feel any pain, and took out the phone from her pocket.

Bai Hui turned her head and glanced at her, seeing that she was holding the mobile phone with a tense face, looking a little scared but not daring to answer the phone, Zizi understood it, and she leaned on the sofa and gently fiddled with the phone hanging over her shoulders. A few strands of hair, casually said.

"Did Yan Zhen call you? Why didn't you answer?"

Holding the phone and waiting until the ringing stopped, Mu Ziyou sighed a little dejectedly, then lowered his head and whispered while holding the phone tightly.

"I don't want to take it."

Bai Hui nodded, then asked.

"I'm not happy today because of her."

Mu Ziyou was taken aback, looked up at Bai Hui, bit his lip and hesitated.

"You can see it."

Bai Hui's tone was indifferent, and the smile on the corner of his lips disappeared without knowing when, he just spoke lightly.

"Well, didn't you used to be able to giggle when you saw her photos, why didn't you even answer her calls today?"

"I..."

Mu Ziyou's words came to his lips, but he still didn't say them, he just bowed his head and nodded to a text message that Yan Zhen had sent before.

"Ziyou, where are you? I'll wait for you at the gate of your school."

Looking at Mu Ziyou's hesitant and hesitant expression, Bai Hui guessed something. The sudden loss in her heart made her a little annoyed, but even so, she smiled lightly.

"Did she ask you out? Do you want to meet her?"

Mu Ziyou bit her lip and hesitated, she wanted to go, but she was afraid that Yan Zhen would tell her what happened tonight.

"I don't know, she is waiting for me at the school gate now, I...I don't know if I should go or not."

Bai Hui sighed and stood up looking at Mu Ziyou.

"You want to go, forget it, I'll take you there."

Mu Ziyou stood up, she looked at Bai Hui with averted eyes, she didn't know why she said sorry to Bai Hui, but she just said it.

"Bai Hui, I'm sorry, I don't know."

Looking at Mu Ziyou who was still hesitating, Bai Hui bit her lip and lowered her head to laugh at herself, then raised her head with complicated eyes, she reached out and grabbed Mu Ziyou's hand, pulled her and walked out.

"It's okay, we are friends, some decisions you can't make, then I will help you decide, follow me."

Mu Ziyou didn't break away from her, maybe she didn't want to break away either, maybe the decision in her heart was to see Yan Zhen.

Bai Hui just gave her a push to help her make up her mind.

Mu Ziyou drove her when she came, but Bai Hui drove her back to school.

Along the way, Mu Ziyou clutched her mobile phone with a dazed and nervous expression on her face. She looked out the window, her palms were sweating.

Bai Hui drove the car without saying a word, until she reached the school gate, she stopped and turned her head to look at Mu Ziyou.

"Here, get out of the car."

Mu Ziyou slowly unbuckled her seat belt, put her hand on the door handle, and then she turned to look at Bai Hui, and said something in a low voice.

"Bai Hui, thank you very much today."

Bai Hui nodded, raised his eyebrows and looked away, urging her to get out of the car.

"Go."

Mu Zi swam out of the car, closed the door, and trotted towards the school gate.

Behind her, Bai Hui in the car has been watching her back. Under the dim light, her blurred face, with a little bit of complexity and self-mockery, whispered softly.

"Thank you again."