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Mo Jingchen ground his molars, stood side by side with Mu Qingge, his eyes fixed on her.

"Who can tell what will happen in the future!"

"I don't believe that your relationship with me for so many years will end as soon as you say it is over!"

"What's more, Gu Xiuye ​​can't remember you now, so why should you?"

When Gu Xiuye ​​was mentioned, Mu Qingge's expression, which was originally watching a drama, suddenly turned black, his brows were raised, and his anger suddenly rose.

His eyes were fixed on him, and he said coldly: "Narcissism is a disease, you'd better go and cure it!"

After all, I want to turn around.

Mo Jingchen reached out and grabbed her wrist, his throat moved: "I can do better than Gu Xiuye, as long as you give me a chance!"

Mu Qingge shook off his hand vigorously, with a look of disgust as if he was looking at something dirty.

"You say so much, but you think you can do better than Gu Xiuye!"

"But Gu Xiuye ​​never said how good he is going to do, but he can remember my hobbies, what I like to eat, he will prepare a coat for me when I am cold, and he will give me a good coat when I am hot. Fan me when it's time."

"Loving someone is not just saying you are nice to her, but what you can do for her."

Mu Qingge breathed a sigh of relief, as if venting all the grievances that had been accumulated for a long time.

After venting her dissatisfaction to Mo Jingchen, her mood instantly eased a lot.

"I can do it too!" Mo Jingchen clenched his fists and gritted his teeth.

Mu Qingge only thought that he was irritated by himself, turned his head away, and sighed slightly, without sadness or joy in his tone: "You are just not reconciled now, from now on we two will be strangers."

Mo Jingchen grabbed her wrist in a panic, frowning: "I really can!"

In a panic, Mo Jingchen gritted his teeth and decided to take Mu Qingge to a place.

"I'll take you to a place, and you can make a decision, okay?"

His tone was pleading like never before, he lowered his figure, as if he was begging her.

Mu Qingge frowned, and pulled his hand out of his.

"No, you are in the past tense with me. I thought we could still be friends, but if you continue to entangle, I think we can only be strangers."

But Mo Jingchen grabbed her wrist again and exhausted all his strength.

At this time, the road was empty and there was no one there.

"Just follow me!"

Regardless of Mu Qingge's struggle, Mo Jingchen pushed her into the car and locked the door.

Mu Qingge looked at him in horror, struggling to pat on the car window.

Shouting with trembling voice: "Mo Jingchen! What do you want to do?!"

Mo Jingchen's lips were tense, and there was a bone-chilling chill in his face, and his hands that were tightly holding the steering wheel were bulging.

"You say I can only talk, then I'll let you see how I'm doing!"

Mu Qingge yanked the handle of the car door vigorously, and patted on the window, begging that someone would hear her cries for help.

"Don't waste your energy, the sound insulation in the car is very good, and the window film is one-way." Mo Jingchen glanced at her through the rearview mirror.

Hearing this, Mu Qingge gave up struggling, and huddled in a corner without saying a word, as if Mo Jingchen didn't exist.

But seeing the scenery outside the window becoming more and more familiar, Mu Qingge's heart tightened suddenly.

She has traveled the road that Mo Jingchen was driving countless times, and it was the only way to get out of the Mu family's old house.

Mu Qingge looked up at Mo Jingchen, and met his gaze in the rearview mirror.

My heart trembled suddenly, and an idea secretly emerged.

Until Mo Jingchen's flamboyant Maserati stopped in front of a familiar old house, the fear in Mu Qingge's heart dissipated instantly.

Mo Jingchen opened the door and let Mu Qingge get out of the car.

"What did you bring me here for?"

The familiar wrought iron gate, but the words "Muzhai" hanging on it have already been removed.

With a hoarse voice, Mo Jingchen curled the corners of his lips: "Didn't you say that I can only talk but not do?"

"I bought the old house of the Mu family. I originally wanted to give it to you as a gift, to give you a surprise."

Mu Qingge's eyes widened in shock, he looked at him, and then at the Mu family's old house.

The Mu family was a wealthy businessman in the early days of Yancheng, so the location they bought was not comparable to those of today's villas.

Her father would never have sold the house if it hadn't been really unbearable.

There are many memories of her childhood in this house.

She once thought about buying this house back, but at that time she was just a Mrs. Mo who had no real power and was penniless.

But Mo Jingchen's heart was on others, she didn't dare to make such a request at all.

But he didn't expect that Mo Jingchen would take the initiative to buy the old house now, saying that he would use it as a gift for her.

"Go in and have a look?"

Mo Jingchen asked cautiously and tentatively.

Mu Qingge looked at the familiar old house, and couldn't say anything if he refused.

In order not to recall the sad memories of the past, she basically would not come back to the old house, and even if she came back, she could only watch from afar.

Haven't been back for many years.

Mu Qingge lowered his eyes to hide his sadness, and raised his hand to push open the wrought iron gate.

She had a clear memory of the garden outside. Gu Xiuye ​​transformed the small garden of the villa he bought into a garden exactly like the old house.

Almost a one-to-one ratio restores the place where she lived since she was a child.

Thinking of this, Mu Qingge couldn't help curling his lips, revealing a slight smile.

Mo Jingchen paid close attention to her expression all the time, and when he saw her suddenly smile, his throat twitched.

"I knew you would be happy!"

Mu Qingge's smile suddenly subsided, he glanced at him, and said in a cold tone, "I didn't laugh because I went back to the old house, but I just remembered something."

In order to make Mo Jingchen completely give up, Mu Qingge bluntly said: "The garden that Xiu Ye took me to when he confessed his love is exactly the same as here."

Mo Jingchen's happy face suddenly sank again.

It's Gu Xiuye ​​again!
He tightened his lips, grinding his back molars: "But he didn't buy the old house and give it to you, so it's not useless."

Mu Qingge wasn't angry either, and recalled what Gu Xiuye ​​said with his eyes down.

"He said that the garden outside reminds me of the beauty of my childhood, but the inside of the villa allows me to create my own home."

She pushed open the door of the villa, and the furnishings inside were already different from when she was a child.

That's right, I don't know how many people passed by this old house, so how could it be the same as before?

Although Mo Jingchen was resentful, but when he saw Mu Qingge immersed in this, he swallowed back the choking words abruptly.

Accompanying her quietly walked the entire villa.

"No matter what, I still want to thank you."