Chapter 895 Will He Fall in Love with You?

"Do you want to listen to what you are talking about?" Han Ruoxing's eyes mocked, "You want to be a hero and save the beauty, but it depends on whether the other party is willing."

Although she fell in love with Gu Jingyan at first sight because of his life-saving grace, she didn't have too many thoughts at the time. If she hadn't met Gu Jingyan when Qiao Xusheng forced her to marry him later, she thought that the car accident was probably the only intersection between them.

Song Jiayu's face didn't look good. After all, after more than ten years of love, it would not look good if anyone said it was one-sided.

She took a deep breath and whispered, "Brother Gu is a person who will be loyal to the end once he has decided on a relationship. His loyalty was to you before, but now he doesn't remember you. How can you be sure that he won't be attracted to me?"

"On the day Brother Gu woke up, he actually didn't remember most things, but he recognized me at a glance. When people are most confused and helpless, they will rely on the first person they see after waking up. Who knows if it will become attachment after relying on her for a long time?"

Han Ruoxing observed her expression, not missing her subtle performance, "You mean, he will fall in love with you?"

Song Jiayu didn't say anything more, just curled the corners of his lips and said lightly, "Brother Mo is still waiting for you downstairs, don't you go to see him off?"

After that, he turned and left.

Han Ruoxing frowned and stared at her back, thinking about what she had just said, wondering in his heart, why was Song Jiayu so confident this time?

She packed up and went downstairs to see Mo Mingxuan off.

Mo Mingxuan was playing chess with Song Wanqian.

The two were very serious when they were fighting, and they didn't even notice Han Ruoxing's appearance.

She stood by and watched for a while, and found that Mo Mingxuan was really good at controlling people's hearts.

The old father liked to play Go very much, but his Go skills were really not very good. However, he was like her, who was not good at Go but loved to play, and had a strong self-esteem.

Simply put, if he won, he would be unhappy, thinking that his skills were poor; if he let him, he would be even more unhappy, thinking that the other party looked down on him.

Han Ruoxing played with him twice, and she didn't want to play with him again, and she always found excuses to run away.

Gu Jingyan was good at dealing with things, always letting him, but this humility didn't make Song Wanqian happy.

Being let, doesn't it just mean that the skills are not as good as others? Her old father, who was as stubborn as her, was of course unwilling to admit it, so he either blew his beard or glared at Gu Jingyan.

Mo Mingxuan didn't let him, no, to be precise, he let people not see it at all.

Han Ruoxing had many years of experience watching Gu Jingyan play chess. Mo Mingxuan had several chances to win, but he always maintained a back-and-forth situation. In the end, it ended in a tie.

Song Wanqian was very proud, "Mingxuan, your skills are just average."

Mo Mingxuan smiled and said, "I haven't played for a long time, so I'm not very skilled."

"But it's not bad to be able to tie with me."

Han Ruoxing...

Dad, stop bragging, I'm embarrassed for you.

Mo Mingxuan said very modestly, "Uncle Song plays so well, do you have any tips?"

"Well, this thing is to play more, naturally practice makes perfect," Song Wanqian said with interest, "but I did study how to break some games."

Mo Mingxuan said seriously, "I'd like to hear more about it, I'm also very interested in this."

Song Wanqian was about to speak passionately, but Han Ruoxing said, "Dad, Mingxuan has something to do in the afternoon, please don't delay his time."

"Are you leaving in such a hurry?" Song Wanqian felt a little regretful. It was rare for him to "meet a worthy opponent", and he wanted to "compete" with him.

Mo Mingxuan nodded, "There are still things to do at the law firm."

He paused and said, "Uncle Song, I have a friend who runs a teahouse. There are many people playing chess there. If you are interested, I will take you there later."

Song Wanqian was about to agree, but then he thought of his Schrodinger chess skills. He was afraid of being embarrassed, so he coughed and said, "Playing chess requires a quiet place. I still like to be at home. When are you free, come and play a few games with me."

Mo Mingxuan said, "The day after tomorrow. I have nothing to do the day after tomorrow afternoon."

Song Wanqian was very happy, "Then the day after tomorrow! Remember to come then. By the way, Mingxuan, what dishes do you like to eat? Tell Ruoxing, and I will know what to prepare next time I come back."

Mo Mingxuan nodded, "Okay."

So the time for the next visit was quickly set.

Han Ruoxing had a vague feeling that Mo Mingxuan was trying to save the country in a roundabout way - first conquer her family, and then conquer her step by step.

Han Ruoxing had a headache, and she sighed all the way to see Mo Mingxuan off.

Mo Mingxuan asked her what was wrong.

Han Ruoxing hesitated, and finally said, "Mingxuan, what do you think of my dad?"

Mo Mingxuan was stunned, and didn't expect her to ask such a question.

After thinking for a while, he said, "Uncle Song is kind, informal, humorous, and concerned about the younger generation. He is a very good elder."

Han Ruoxing asked, "Do you want to recognize my dad as your godfather?"

Mo Mingxuan...

Han Ruoxing regretted asking it.

Mo Mingxuan was too smart, and he naturally understood what it meant when he asked it.

Yesterday she told him that if Gu Jingyan couldn't remember, she was willing to try with him. Today, she directly turned him into her godbrother. Isn't the meaning obvious?

Sure enough, Mo Mingxuan's smile faded, and his eyes became gray.

His Adam's apple slid slightly, and after a long time he asked, "Ruoxing, do you hate me?"

Han Ruoxing thought, it's not hate, it's trouble.

But facing Mo Mingxuan's affectionate eyes, Han Ruoxing had only one thought in her mind-I really deserve to die.

If it was Jiang Mingqi, she would have kicked him out.

But Mo Mingxuan...he is sick.

When she refused, she had to think about minimizing the damage.

"I..." Han Ruoxing opened her mouth and racked her brains to round it back, "I just think you two are quite compatible, just asking casually, if you don't like it, forget it."

Mo Mingxuan lowered his eyes, and Han Ruoxing suddenly found that his eyelashes were really long, and when they were lowered, they could cast a shadow under his eyes.

Han Ruoxing vaguely knew why she always felt sorry for Mo Mingxuan, because no matter what happened, he always looked for the reason from himself first.

This is a very strange way of thinking.

She is different, for example, when she loses in mahjong.

She would suspect that the wind direction was bad, the weather was bad, she was in a bad mood, she was unlucky, but she would never suspect that there was something wrong with her card playing skills.

Well... maybe this example is not appropriate, but most people shirk responsibility when they make mistakes, but Mo Mingxuan always takes the responsibility first. (End of this chapter)