"Is that so? Then you should go to bed early. I'm going back to my room. Remember to close the door tonight."
"Yeah," Jiang Yule nodded, and after Meng Wanshu closed the door and went into the house, he secretly breathed a sigh of relief.
Mu Chuan, who was standing behind the door, lowered his head and looked at the tender little white hand on his chest. His breathing stagnated, his heart was pounding, and the heat in his body surged straight to his head.
Jiang Yule closed the door, and then realized the situation of the two. He had just hurriedly pulled the man into the house, worried that his shadow would be left on the ground, and also worried that Mu Chuan would see and say something, so he directly pressed the man against the wall behind the door. The two were very close, and it seemed that he could still smell the refreshing soap fragrance on the man...
Jiang Yule's face flushed for a moment, and he stepped back awkwardly, explaining, "Don't get me wrong, I just think that since you are with Nie Xiangdie, it would be bad for both of us if Wanshu saw you here again. Now that Wanshu has gone back to the house, you can leave."
"I... I'm not with Nie Xiangdie. Before today, I didn't know who she was!" Mu Chuan explained anxiously. He didn't even know who Nie Xiangdie was, and he couldn't wear this hat no matter what.
"Then...then you today..." The two of them have nothing to do with each other? Then why did Mu Chuan come?
"I...I don't know either." Mu Chuan lowered his eyes, a little confused about where to start.
"Sit down and talk," Jiang Yule pointed to the table in the middle of the room. Although it was not reasonable, Mu Chuan was considered upright in Jiang Yule's heart. If he had nothing to do with Nie Xiangdie, Jiang Yule would not be so defensive.
"Yeah." Mu Chuan sat down at the table, sighed slightly, and looked at Jiang Yule who was sitting not far away. Mu Chuan spoke lightly.
"My father is a soldier, and my mother is a professor at Peking University. Two years ago, the daughter of an old friend of my father wanted to marry into my family, but I refused. After a long struggle, the woman married the director of the Beijing Revolutionary Committee. Because she often went to my house when she was a child and saw some foreign books in my mother's study, she used this to label my parents reactionary. With my grandfather's strong protection, they did not go to the farm, but because of this, my father's and my military ranks, as well as my mother's professorial title, were removed."
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