Chapter 9 She doesn't want to work hard anymore

Ming-Ching was furious when he heard this: "She has no manners! She hung up the phone before she even finished talking. Who taught her that?!"

Ning Lan let out a deep breath, leaned back on the sofa and rubbed her forehead with a look of surprise, "She went to so much trouble to find us and see the life of the upper class. I don't believe she can go back! If she doesn't come back now, she must want to force us to bow our heads first. Mingyu, don't call her in the future!"

"Yes, I'll have her card suspended now. I don't think she can still be so stubborn without money!"

Ming Lu was about to pick up his phone, and Ming Huaishu couldn't help but say, "Dad, Mom, calm down."

Mingyu frowned and looked at her, "Shushu——"

Ming Huaishu stood up and looked at the family of three with a complicated expression, "Mom, Mingnan just wants to go home. Don't use the word 'find' anymore, as if she is some kind of trouble."

The three people from the Ming family were stunned when they heard this.

She had been holding these words in for many days and really couldn't help but get them out.

"You despise Mingnan for not knowing manners, not having a high level of education, and only being able to please you in a servile manner, but why should she be looked down upon for trying to please her own family? She is nice to you just to get your approval and to be liked by your family."

Ming Huaishu's eyes were slightly hot, and he blinked, "You want her to think about you, but have you ever thought about her? Do you know what kind of life she lived before?"

I don’t know if it was because of her question that no one spoke for a while.

"Forget it, I have no right to blame anyone. I just hope you can go to her room and take a look." Ming Huaishu smiled bitterly and turned to walk out.

Mingyu's hands tightened and loosened again.

He stood up suddenly and went upstairs without saying a word.

Ning Lan was about to say something but stopped herself, and finally followed with a stern face.

Since Mingnan left, no one has entered her room, the door is not locked, and no one has cleaned the room. Everything is the same as when she left.

Mingyu pushed the door open and walked in, her steps involuntarily stopping.

Before Mingnan came, he always thought that Ming Huaishu was his biological sister. He had also seen her room, and of course all the best things were in it. It was the design that their family discussed together while sitting around the table, and it was beautiful and warm.

Mingnan's room was only half the size of Ming Huaishu's, and the design was very simple. The furniture was made of good materials, but the style was very ordinary. At first glance, it looked white and empty.

The bed wasn't filled with cute stuffed toys, just pillows and an alarm clock, looking cold and deserted.

There was a desk lamp on the bedside table, and a card was placed in front of the lamp.

Mingyu reached out to take it, but Ning Lan got there first, "This is... the card I gave her?"

It was the card they gave her for her living expenses.

Ning Lan thought of something and took out his mobile phone to check. All the transactions were clearly visible, with only incoming items and no outgoing items.

She didn't cost them a penny.

The remaining column of three hundred thousand just lay there quietly.

Somehow, her eyes were suddenly stabbed.

Ming Lu felt a burning pain on his face. The words he had said before about stopping Ming Nan Ka turned into two slaps on his face.

Mingyu opened the closet again. There were only a few dresses and custom-made suits hanging in the closet. They were bought for Mingnan when she just came back, and she didn't take any of them away.

Ning Lan looked around and suddenly felt like she was dreaming, as if Mingnan had never appeared.

She squatted down and opened the bedside cabinet. There was only one photo in the drawer. She took it out and saw two girls standing side by side in the photo. They were Ming Huaishu and Ming Nan.

Mingnan was clearly smiling, but he didn't look happy. A hint of sadness came through the photo.

Mingre took a step back when he saw the photo.

He remembered that when Mingnan just came back, the housekeeper suggested taking another family photo. Mingnan was very happy at that time and asked excitedly when they would have time.

As a result, when the agreed date came, the company had to hold a meeting unexpectedly, so they did not go.

Mingnan waited alone in the photo studio for a long time. Finally, Ming Huaishu hurried over after school, and the two of them took this photo together.

Afterwards they just took a quick look and ignored it. Ming Huaishu mentioned reshooting once, but they didn't take it seriously and said they didn't have time, so Mingnan didn't mention it again.

Looking at the photo again now, he realized belatedly that Mingnan had dressed so beautifully that day.

The three members of the family looked at each other, as if they had all lost the ability to speak, and no one spoke.

*

Before leaving get off work, Mingnan sent a WeChat message to Mu Yanshan, asking him when he would finish. Mu Yanshan didn't reply, so Mingnan thought he was still busy, so he packed up his things first. But the next moment, he received a call.

"Hello? Mu Yanshan?" Mingnan made a gesture to Tang Su while speaking, telling her that he was leaving.

Tang Su nodded, smiled and mouthed: Let’s go on a date.

Mingnan laughed helplessly.

"What are you laughing at?"

"Nothing, are you off work?"

Mu Yanshan hummed, "But there are still some things to deal with. You go first. Send me the address and I'll come to see you."

"I'll come to see you", these four words sound inexplicably comfortable.

Mingnan nodded, "Okay."

There happened to be an old hotpot restaurant near the flower shop that had been open for many years and had a very good reputation, so Mingnan Gancui decided to set up shop there.

After arriving, she thought that someone like Mu Yanshan might not be used to eating in the lobby, so she simply asked for a private room.

But she overlooked one thing - eating hot pot together is a very intimate thing. When two people eat in a private room, it has a little more privacy and seems even more ambiguous.

Especially since Mu Yanshan did not come empty-handed, he brought two cups of milk tea and a flower.

"give."

Mingnan was looking at her phone when she suddenly saw a bright yellow color in front of her eyes. She was stunned for a moment, "Sunflower?"

"Well, I saw it in your Moments and thought it looked pretty, so I bought one. You're treating me to a meal, so I can't come empty-handed."

Mingnan looked up along his bony hand and slowly met his eyes.

His expression was natural and frank, without the slightest hint of ambiguity.

Mingnan smiled with relief, took it and touched the petals, "Thank you, I like it very much."

"That's good. Here, milk tea."

Mu Yanshan handed her a cup of the most classic bubble milk tea.

Mingnan asked curiously, "How do you know I like bubble tea?"

Mu Yanshan took off his coat and sat down opposite him, slowly rolling up the sleeves of his white shirt. Hearing this, he chuckled and said, "I don't know. It's safer to buy this one."

In fact, he found out from Mingnan’s circle of friends, but it was a bit obvious to say it out loud.

Sure enough, Mingnan didn't think much after hearing what he said. He took the menu and handed it to him, "Come on, my benefactor, take a look at what you want to eat, and order whatever you want."

Mu Yanshan took the menu with a smile on his face and repeated slowly, "Debtor?"

Mingnan took a deep sip of the milk tea, turned his head and looked to the side, his cheek slightly puffed up with the pearl in his mouth, as if saying "I don't understand what you are saying".

But in my heart I secretly thought: [It’s all the fault of the alarm clock. I should have known not to write the creditor. ]

Mu Yanshan raised his eyebrows slightly and set an alarm?

It seems that she is very concerned about inviting him to dinner.

He looked down at the menu, but the corners of his mouth curled up.

——Digression——

I remembered a sentence I just saw: I am as easy to whip as butter.

For you, son.