Chapter 3864 Muning Extra (113)

"Xuewei, are you not with Mr. Mu?" Duan Na's tone was full of doubts.

After all, the scandals that have spread between Yan Xuewei and Mu Sishen in the past few days look like the behavior between lovers no matter how you look at it.

"Yeah." Yan Xuewei responded lightly.

"Did Mr. Mu not confess his love to you? We...we think you two are a good match..." After Qiqi finished speaking, when she saw Yan Xuewei's cold expression, she suddenly felt that she had said the wrong thing.

"that……"

A good match?

Such unfamiliar words.

Yan Xuewei didn't have too many expressions on her face. She just said, "Don't you think Huo Beichuan and I are a good match?"

"this……"

For a moment, Qiqi and Duan Na looked at each other, but they did not understand the meaning of Yan Xuewei's words.

"Xuewei you..."

Is it possible that Yan Xuewei is just a money-worshiping girl among the rich, as her classmates say?

**

Duan Na and Qiqi left Yan Xuewei's home with doubts.

After entering the elevator, Duan Na and Qiqi both looked worried.

In the end, it was Duan Na who spoke first, "Xue Wei can't really..."

"Impossible! I also heard my brother say in the Yan family that with Xuewei's status, she doesn't even bother to do that kind of thing."

"But...she is treating uncle, I mean Musishen. She ignored him a while ago, but now..."

"Duan Na, between loving and being loved, which one do you choose?"

"I..." Duan Na suddenly thought of Makino.

She chose love, so she was bruised all over.

Suddenly, she envied Yan Xuewei.

Because no matter what she chooses, she is still the one who is loved. She is the only one who can hurt others, and others cannot hurt her at all.

Love is always like this. If one person doesn't love you, the other person will love you twice as much.

**

The next day, at six o'clock in the morning, Mu Sishen came to Yan Xuewei's home.

At this time, Yan Xuewei was wearing home clothes and was heating milk in the kitchen.

God Musi was wearing a dark brown woolen coat, a gray plaid scarf around his neck, and fur gloves in his hands.

Yan Xuewei walked out of the kitchen, and the two of them looked at each other. Yan Xuewei said, "Sit down first, and we'll have breakfast before we leave."

"good."

Mu Sishen originally planned to take Yan Xuewei to have breakfast on the road, but he did not expect that she would get up so early and prepare breakfast.

Mushen took off his coat. He was wearing a dark sweater underneath and a woolen vest. When he came to the kitchen, Yan Xuewei was cutting bread.

She wore a white lace housecoat with a pink apron. Her long hair has returned to black, and she wears a milky white hairband on her head. She looks particularly gentle and charming.

Mu Sishen had imagined many times in his dreams that Yan Xuewei had not passed away and she had always been by his side. They got married and had children and formed a family. After a busy day, he could feel the warmth of home when he came back.

However, this dream was too luxurious for him.

Now, Yan Xuewei stood in front of him alive again, and for a moment, Mu Sishen's eyes became moist.

The feeling of happiness that was lost and found struck him again and again.

He never cherished it before. It turns out that the trivial life he had with Yan Xuewei made him linger like this.

When Yan Xuewei lowered her head, a strand of hair slipped down.

Mu Sishen strode over, and just when Yan Xuewei was about to raise her head, his fingers touched her long hair.

Yan Xuewei subconsciously took a step back, and Mu Sishen's big hands directly wrapped around her waist.

The two of them looked at each other, and Yan Xuewei's eyes were as clear and transparent as water. At this moment, she was like a frightened deer. Faced with his sudden approach, she couldn't help but shrink back.

She is afraid of him.

Once he had this realization, Mushen's heart couldn't help but shrink.

She used to always like to cuddle up next to him sweetly, looking up at him with love.

Now, although she does not reject him so strongly, Musi Shen can feel that she has not truly accepted him. She didn't ask him to leave coldly, just because she was polite.

At this moment, Yan Xuewei pushed his hand away in a panic. She took two steps back, her face looking a little pale.

"You go to the restaurant and wait a moment. The bread is cut and ready to eat."

Yan Xuewei lowered her eyes and did not look at him.

Suddenly, there was a sense of alienation between them again.

He was too hasty.

Mu Sishen did not dare to have any other intimate actions. There was a faint smile in his tone, "The bread you cut is so cute."

Yan Xuewei couldn't help but look at the bread. Because the bread was baked by herself, it was fat and long. The cut bread was also thick and short, which was different from the ones sold outside the window.

Mu Sishen's words made Yan Xuewei's expression relax.

He added, "Bake it yourself?"

"Um."

Mu Sishen picked up a piece and took a bite.

He nodded with satisfaction, "It's very fragrant and delicious. It tastes better than the ones sold outside."

"Hey? Why are you so impatient? There's also jam."

Yan Xuewei came over and started to put the slices of bread on the plate. She took the jam on the side and said, "You can dip some jam in it, it will taste better."

However, Musshen finished the piece of bread in three mouthfuls, "This is delicious."

After saying that, he took the plate from Yan Xuewei's hand and left the kitchen directly.

Yan Xuewei looked at the jam in her hand. In fact, the bread she made was dry and hard. She could barely eat it without putting the jam on it every time.

She seems to have never been able to learn how to bake bread, and she can't always master the taste and heat.

But she was obsessed with it.

Because the process of baking bread will make her forget all her worries and pain.

The two of them sat across from each other at the restaurant table.

As the host, Yan Xuewei took a piece of bread, spread it with jam, and handed it to God Musi, "Here, it will taste better if you dip it in jam."

Mushen happily took the piece of bread from her hand and took a big bite. When he tasted the sweet and sour taste of the jam, he finished the bread in two bites.

Yan Xuewei couldn't help laughing when she saw him gobbling up the food. She lowered her head and pursed her lips, picked up a piece of bread and ate it in small bites.

As soon as she took a small bite, she frowned slightly. Today's bread was too hot and a little bitter. Looking at God Musi again, he took another piece of bread without any jam, and just ate it with big mouthfuls, as if he was eating some delicacy in the world.

"I don't know how to cook. I have been learning bread for a long time, but I can't bake it." Yan Xuewei said softly.

The movement of Mushen's hand paused, "I can do it."

"Huh?" Yan Xuewei didn't understand what he meant.

Mu Sishen picked up the cup and drank half a cup of milk in one breath.

"It's been a long time since I've had a meal so early. This feels quite fresh." Mu Sishen said again.

"When do you usually have breakfast?"

"I haven't had breakfast for a long time." Mu Sishen said calmly. He picked up another piece of bread and ate it.

During the days when he was sick, his brain was very confused and he couldn't distinguish between day and night, let alone take the initiative to eat. When it was serious, he relied on nutritional solutions to survive.

Later, his illness got better, but his daily life was still hazy. Breakfast has no concept in his mind.

"Why don't you have breakfast?" Yan Xuewei stopped what she was doing and looked at Mu Sishen.

Mu Sishen smiled and said nonchalantly, "I'm too busy at work. I often stay up late and work overtime, and my life is irregular."

"oh."

Yan Xuewei ate the bread in small bites.

"By the way, I have already sent someone to pick up your two classmates. We will meet directly on the mountain then."

"good."

A breakfast that was particularly harmonious.

Mu Sishen had a surprisingly good appetite, which made Yan Xuewei feel comfortable.

There hasn't been a man in the house for a long time, but suddenly there is a man who eats a lot. This feels good.

After dinner, Yan Xuewei went back to the house to change clothes while Mu Sishen cleared the table.

After a while, Yan Xuewei packed up.

She wore a simple makeup, with only a light red on her lips, her long hair was slightly curly, and she wore a pair of clear glasses on the bridge of her nose.

Wearing a white French lace bottoming shirt, a pair of light blue slim fit jeans, a black wool coat, and a black and white checkered scarf on her hand.

Yan Xuewei's makeup exudes the purity and tenderness of the girl next door. She looks completely different from the red-haired look when Mu Sishen first met her.

Mu Sishen looked a little straight-eyed, "Ahem..." He coughed dryly to cover up his embarrassment.

"Can we leave?" Yan Xuewei asked.

"Can."

When she came to the door, Yan Xuewei took out a pair of tall black boots. She bent down and was about to put them on when Musshen held her arm.

Yan Xuewei looked at him doubtfully, and saw Mu Sishen said without changing his expression, "Your boots make your legs look really long."

"..."

"You understand this?"

While talking, Yan Xuewei had already put on her boots.

He didn't understand, but in order to find a topic, he said he understood even though he didn't understand.

Mu Sishen looked at Yan Xuewei seriously.

Yan Xuewei looked confused when he looked at her. She couldn't help but look at herself, "What's wrong?"

"These boots really make your legs look longer. Look at your legs, they are so thin and long. They are so beautiful."

"..."

"Mr. Mu, have I ever told you that the way you praise others is a little embarrassing."

"No, I rarely praise others, but you are the first one." Mu Sishen said seriously.

I was really defeated by him. I knew clearly that he was deliberately looking for a topic, but I found him very interesting inexplicably.

Yan Xuewei smiled and said, "Mr. Mu, it's time for us to set off. Have you brought all the skiing equipment?"

"Well, we can ski when we get to the mountain."

"good."

"It's a three-and-a-half-hour journey. You can rest for a while in the car. We'll be there before ten o'clock."

They entered the elevator one after another.

"Um."

Yan Xuewei put the scarf around her neck, and Mu Sishen stood behind her, looking at her quietly.

The way she wore a scarf with her head turned sideways fascinated him so much.

How many beautiful things about Yan Xuewei has he missed over the years?