Chapter 2912 Muning Extra (15) Meeting

The sky is bright and the interior is beautiful.

The woman has a petite body, lying curled up on her side, and the man's broad body hugs her tightly.

In their current situation, anyone could see that they were a pair made in heaven.

It's a pity that fate plays tricks on people.

When Yan Xuewei woke up, her eyes were clear. She was more awake than ever about the impulse last night.

When she was with Musshen in the past, she would always fall into his gentle trap inadvertently.

She was always easily attracted to him and indulged in the tenderness he gave her.

She always felt that women were softer than water, and men would always like them.

However, she waited for so many years, but nothing happened.

The man's big hands were wrapped around her slender waist, his domineering and possessive posture.

In the past, she thought he was domineering towards her because of love.

But now she understands that being domineering is just his character.

Yan Xuewei took his big hand away, stood up, picked up the pajamas on the ground and put them on her body.

Musi changed his position on the bed and was lying on the other side again.

Yan Xuewei withdrew her gaze, Mu Sishen, I am also a thoughtful person.

Love and hate will have consequences.

**

"Miaomiao, what should I do?"

In a luxurious rental house, An Qianqian had long black hair and was wearing a white lace pajamas. She had light makeup on her face, red lips and white teeth. At this time, her eyes were red and she looked frightened and frightened.

Fang Miaomiao was awakened by An Qianqian's cry.

"Qian Qian?" Fang Miaomiao sat up, rubbed her eyes, and frowned slightly.

"Miaomiao, I'm sorry, I shouldn't have disturbed your sleep." An Qianqian held Fang Miaomiao's hand tightly, "But, I'm scared and flustered, and I don't know what to do."

"What's wrong?"

Seeing An Qianqian's soft and frail look, Fang Miaomiao immediately felt a desire to protect her.

"Uncle didn't come to see me tonight." An Qianqian choked up as soon as she finished speaking.

"Didn't look for you?" Fang Miaomiao thought for a while, "Then he must have gone to avenge you."

"Revenge?" An Qianqian looked at Fang Miaomiao in confusion.

"I told the uncle that Yan Xuewei bullied you and spread the news in school that you were being kept. I think the uncle must have gone to find Yan Xuewei."

"this……"

"Qianqian, don't worry. My uncle likes you so much. How could he bear to see you suffer? You just wait and see. Don't worry, Yan Xuewei is a rich young lady. She can't compare to you."

"Miaomiao, I...I can't compare with her." An Qianqian lowered her head as she spoke, with a bit of embarrassment on her face.

"Qianqian, you have a lot of advantages over her."

"What?"

"You are young. You are twenty years old. Yan Xuewei is already a thirty-year-old woman. What qualifications does she have to compare with you?"

"But..." An Qianqian hesitated.

Compared with Fang Miaomiao's inexplicable confidence, An Qianqian is a person who can handle things clearly. Therefore, she needs to be careful every step she takes.

"Okay, don't worry. If Yan Xuewei dares to pester uncle again, just tell me and I will teach her a lesson."

An Qian pursed her lips and smiled, "Thank you Miaomiao."

"Okay, go to bed early, uncle will come to see you tomorrow."

"good."

Fang Miaomiao fell asleep again, but An Qianqian was worried.

She returned to her room and sat on the bed. She had no intention of sleeping.

**

When Musshen woke up, he opened his eyes in confusion and touched the bed again and again with his big hands, but no matter how he touched, there was no one around him.

He opened his eyes, sat up and looked around.

Sure enough, where else is there in the house?

There is a shadow of Yan Xuewei.

He looked at the clock on the wall, it read seven in the morning.

Today, Saturday, she got up so early to make breakfast for him?

A feeling of conquest arose spontaneously.

Musi God was standing naked on the floor.

He walked directly to the bathroom. After taking a bath, he directly used Yan Xuewei's light pink bath towel.

The aroma in the bathroom was exactly the same as the aroma on Yan Xuewei's body. Smelling the fragrant aroma in his nose, Mu Sishen only felt at ease.

Wearing a pink bath towel around his waist and with his upper body bare, Musi God came out like this.

He knew that Yan Xuewei was a very restrained person. Because of her background, she always adheres to the ladylike way of doing things.

No matter how much she likes it, she will still control her emotions.

However, she couldn't hide the surprise in her eyes every time she saw her body.

If you are too restrained, you will always become a little boring.

So like last night, Yan Xuewei had a big impact on Mu Sishen.

Mu Sishen was wearing his own slippers. He touched his chest, and he was looking forward to Yan Xuewei's expression when she saw him.

Arriving outside the kitchen, Mushen coughed dryly and walked to the door.

"Xue..." Mu Sishen still stretched his tone, thinking of calling Yan Xuewei, but where was there anyone in the kitchen?

Not to mention breakfast.

Mu Sishen was stunned for a moment, and then said loudly, "Xuewei!"

There was no one in the kitchen, so he looked around the other two customers' rooms and the study room upstairs. Yan Xuewei was not at home!

When he realized that Yan Xuewei had left before he woke up, he felt very unhappy.

Especially since this was Yan Xuewei's home, he felt like he was fucked by the mistress and then abandoned.

"Damn it!" Mu Sishen angrily pulled off the towel and threw it to the ground.

He returned to the bedroom with a cold face, picked up his cell phone and dialed Yan Xuewei's number.

But after three calls in a row, Yan Xuewei didn't turn off her phone and just didn't answer the call.

While waiting for him to make another call, he received a call.

The caller was Fang Miaomiao.

Mu Sishen answered the phone and heard a rapid voice coming from the other end of the phone.

——Uncle, it’s not good, Qian Qian has a fever, it’s very serious, she is in the hospital now!

"knew."

——Uncle, come and see Qianqian. She keeps crying and feels very uncomfortable with the fever.

"knew."

Mu Sishen hung up the phone and raked his hair calmly.

He called Yan Xuewei again, but still no one answered.

Mu Sishen looked at the familiar phone number on his phone and said fiercely, "Yan Xuewei, you have the guts!"

**

G City People's Hospital.

Yan Xuewei looked haggard and her hair was simply tied up.

Wearing a light beige sweater on the upper body, a white pleated skirt on the lower body, a pair of white canvas shoes on the feet, and carrying a white environmentally friendly cloth bag in his hand.

Her outfit made her look even more delicate.

She was standing at the door of the clinic, and a tall male doctor was talking to her.

"Miss Yan, go back and recuperate for a while. If you still have frequent headaches, you need further treatment." The male doctor said.

Yan Xuewei showed a slight smile and said, "Dr. Gu, I think I've been under a lot of stress recently. I should be fine after a while."

"Well, maybe."

"Dr. Gu, thank you."

"You are welcome."

"Then I'll leave first."

"goodbye."

Yan Xue

After Wei said goodbye to the doctor, she tightened the environmental bag in her hand and left.

There are many coincidences in the world, such as when she turned a corner in the corridor, she met the arrogant Fang Miaomiao again.

Yan Xuewei lowered her head and was lost in her own thoughts. A girl wearing a miniskirt and a navel-baring vest blocked her way.

Yan Xuewei took a step back and raised her head, with a hint of displeasure in her eyes.

When she saw Fang Miaomiao, the displeasure in her eyes became even worse.

Fang Miaomiao had exquisite makeup on her face, and her gouty outfit made her look a little more energetic than Yan Xuewei.

She crossed her arms across her chest and looked at Yan Xuewei with a mocking look on her face, "Teacher Yan, you really worked hard to pester uncle."

Yan Xuewei didn't understand what she was talking about, and she wasn't interested in hearing it, so she simply ignored Fang Miaomiao and left directly.

However, Fang Miaomiao obviously didn't want to let her go.

Fang Miaomiao blocked Yan Xuewei's way again. She put an arm across Yan Xuewei's face. She glanced at Yan Xuewei and said, "Teacher Yan, don't leave in a hurry. Don't you like competing with students for your boyfriend? He will be here soon. ?Don’t you want to see him before leaving?”

"I'm warning you, don't make trouble unreasonably!"

Fang Miaomiao was like a fly to Yan Xuewei.

"Oh, Teacher Yan, you were caught, so you are in a hurry to leave, right? Are you afraid that the uncle will find you, so you are following him?"

Seeing Yan Xuewei's eagerness to leave, Fang Miaomiao refused to let her get her wish.

The uncle came soon, and she wanted to see how this shameless woman pestered the uncle.

"Inexplicable!" Yan Xuewei opened Fang Miaomiao's hand and left.

"Miao Miao, Miao Miao..."

At this moment, An Qianqian, with red eyes, wearing a hospital gown, pressed the cotton gauze on the back of her hand with one hand, and walked towards Fang Miaomiao aggrievedly.

On the other side, Mushen strode over.

The moment Yan Xuewei saw Mu Sishen, she stopped.

"Uncle..."? It was that soft and weak voice again.

Yan Xuewei turned around subconsciously and saw the petite An Qianqian with a pale face. After calling "uncle" in aggrieved manner, she fell directly to the ground.

Yan Xuewei felt a gust of wind blowing in front of her. When she regained consciousness, Mu Sishen was already squatting in front of An Qianqian.

Immediately, he hugged the petite An Qianqian in a gentle gesture.

Suddenly, a headache hit her, and the pain was so severe that she could no longer stand.

Fang Miaomiao came to Yan Xuewei and said to Yan Xuewei in a very small voice, "Teacher Yan, stop making fun of yourself, uncle won't like you."

She had never seen a maverick, domineering man like Musi Shen care so much about anyone.

She thought he was just cold-hearted, but it turned out that he was just ruthless to her.

Mu Sishen hugged An Qianqian. He raised his head and met Yan Xuewei's eyes.

Yan Xuewei looked at him blankly, telling herself a thousand times that she wasn't sad and didn't care.

But when they actually met, the heartache seemed to swallow her up.

Loving someone is so sad.

Tears, uncontrollable.

Yan Xuewei looked at him and shed tears silently.

But Mu Sishen remained indifferent. He withdrew his gaze and looked at An Qianqian in his arms with tenderness and concern.

Yan Xuewei lost, completely.

In other words, she lost from the moment she was tempted.

Without looking at Yan Xuewei, Mu Sishen hugged An Qianqian and walked toward the ward with his back to Yan Xuewei.

Yan Xuewei raised her hand to wipe her tears, turned around, and left in the direction facing Mu Sishen.

They are like two intersecting lines. After intersecting, they are separated forever until they are never seen again.

ps, I’m going to catch up on some sleep now, and I’ll update a chapter on the beauty story later. Mo Moji~~