Mu Shicang watched the two disappear behind the door of the venue and almost crushed the cup in his hand without realizing it. The woman in front of him didn't feel his mood change at all, and continued to move closer to him, her voice becoming lower and lower: "What do you think of me, Master Mu?"
Mu Shicang looked down at the woman who came close to him. He had encountered such situations many times. When he was in a good mood, he would give the other person a smile, but when he was in a bad mood, Mu Shicang's mouth could instantly turn into a knife.
"Hehe... I don't know how you are, but my stomach is not feeling well right now." Even though Xiao Muye was in a bad mood, he was still smiling, but there was a knife and an arrow in this smile, and a cold wind that could make people feel like they were in hell in an instant.
The woman was startled. Just as her hand was about to touch his arm, she didn't dare move forward. She just looked up at him blankly, as if she didn't understand what was going on. She straightened her clothes, looked at the women and men who were still around, and smiled elegantly: "Everyone, can you make way for me to go to the bathroom?"
Everyone silently made way for him, some of the more timid ones even taking several steps back. The woman closest to him seemed to have not yet understood the meaning of his words. Although she could sense that his mood was not right, she still desperately took a step forward to chase him: "Master Xiao Mu..."
Mu Shicang didn't stop, but just turned slightly to glance at her with the corner of his eye. This glance was like a magic power that froze the woman in place, unable to move.
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Yang Shushu was pulled out of the venue by Ling Xiao and came to a balcony of the hotel. There were not many people on this floor, and the balcony seemed even more deserted, but the air was much better than the venue. There was a small round table and two chairs on it. She naturally put down her things and sat down at the same time.
As she was picking up something, she looked at Ling Xiao and asked, "Brother Ling, what's the matter? Why do you have to talk about it here?"
Ling Xiao looked at the speed at which Yang Shushu ate and was slightly stunned: "Shushu, why are you eating so fast... You might choke..."
Yang Shushu paused. Oh no, she forgot to maintain her image in front of her first love.
She quickly put the plate on the balcony temporarily, reached out to wipe her mouth, but stopped halfway. This action seemed very unnatural.
Just as she was struggling to decide what to do, a hand holding a gray plaid handkerchief suddenly reached her and gently rubbed the corner of her mouth. The gentle movement made her feel like she was some precious porcelain. A gentle voice accompanied it, "You, when you were little, you always licked your lips with food. You finally improved as you grew up, but now you're like this again. You really can't grow up."
The gentle, doting tone, coupled with the warm voice, can easily make people intoxicated. Yang Shushu stared blankly at the man in front of her as he gently wiped the crumbs from the corner of her mouth. She felt his fingertips sliding across her cheek reluctantly. Her dazed expression suddenly paused, and then turned cold.
"Brother Ling, I'm married now. Don't you think this is inappropriate?" That's right. When the original body asked him to take her away, didn't he think it was inappropriate? Didn't he think about the harm it would bring to the original body if he failed?
Ling Xiao paused, put his hands on the sides of her face, and a look of embarrassment and awkwardness flashed across his face.
"Shushu...I..."
"Brother Ling, I thought I had made it very clear that day. What's done is done. I've died once, and I've let go of many things. It was me who asked you to take me away. I was too reckless and forced you to do it, without considering your perspective. But now, after going through all that, I've grown up and am no longer naive. I know what I should and shouldn't do. I hope... you won't make things difficult for me."
She spoke in a very soft voice and tried to speak in her original way, but she was not an actor and did not have superb acting skills, so it was really difficult for her to completely transform into another person.
However, Ling Xiao was so shocked by her words that he didn't notice for a moment that she was any different from before. Or rather, no one could have imagined that the same body now housed another person's soul.
Seeing that he remained silent, Yang Shushu felt that she had said everything she needed to say. She picked up the plate and was about to leave. However, as her hand touched the edge of the plate, Ling Xiao grabbed her wrist: "Shushu...you mean...our past master was erased like this?"
He held her hand very tightly, looked up at her, and there seemed to be tears in his gentle eyes, but Yang Shushu didn't believe they were tears, because she felt that Ling Xiao didn't love his original self that much.
Perhaps all the sadness in these eyes was just unwillingness, unwillingness as to why in just over a month, the little woman who regarded him as her heaven suddenly threw him out of her sky.
Yang Shushu looked down at the two people's clasped hands. They were of similar temperature and had a very normal feeling, but she still felt a little uncomfortable in her heart, but that was the residual emotion left by her original body.
She sighed, looked up at Ling Xiao and smiled: "So what do you want? Elop again? We are not children anymore. One impulse is enough. You have your family, and I have mine. We all have to think about our families, right?"
Yang Shushu's words of persuasion seemed to have suddenly touched a nerve in Ling Xiao. His eyes lit up and he stood up in front of Yang Shushu: "Shushu, are you blaming me for choosing to return to France?"
"..." Yang Shushu was a little confused. What was going on? Why didn't she follow?
At this time, the balcony door was pushed open by a group of people outside, and Mu Shicang walked in. Under the surprised gazes of the two, he walked to Yang Shushu's side, pulled her into his arms, and then looked at Ling Xiao with narrowed eyes and a smile: "Mr. Ling, thinking too much can easily lead to paranoia. I advise you to pay attention to your own mental health."
Yang Shushu couldn't help laughing. Mu Shicang was indeed an expert at cursing people in a roundabout way.
Seeing Yang Shushu smiling calmly in front of Mu Shicang's eyes, the good-tempered Ling Xiao finally became angry. He reached out and wanted to pull Yang Shushu back, saying at the same time: "Shushu, don't be fooled by him. When he suddenly appeared in front of you and married you home, he must have some hidden secrets."
"Mr. Ling, this is not good. You are trying to sow discord between us." Mu Shicang hugged Yang Shushu again. Yang Shushu felt that the hand that was hugging her was very strong and was about to strangle her to death. She frowned and struggled twice without leaving a trace, but failed. She leaned towards him again and stepped on his instep with her heel.
The smile on Mu Shicang's face paused, and then he looked down at her. She looked up at him and smiled, and pressed her heels twice more. Mu Shicang pressed his tongue against his cheek and puffed it out twice. Finally, he had to admit defeat and loosened his arms.
But in Ling Xiao's eyes, all this was like two people exchanging glances, conveying each other's thoughts with their eyes, which was particularly glaring.
If there was a mirror in front of him right now, he would probably be surprised that the expression twisted with jealousy and anger was his own face.
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