The waste is going to strike back

"Problem? What problem?" Mu Xin sat up straight, then tilted his head to look at Yan Shaohui.

"What is your relationship with Ming Xiche?"

Mu Xin lowered his eyes slightly and didn't say anything, or he didn't know how to tell Yan Shaohui.

No matter what, I feel like Yan Shaohui will misunderstand me, Mu Xin thought to himself.

I don’t know when it started, but Mu Xin also began to care about what Yan Shaohui thought of him.

But the change was so subtle that Mu Xin didn't notice it at all.

"Are you lovers?" Yan Shaohui always felt that there was something between Mu Xin and Ming Xiche. Although they didn't communicate much, his intuition was always accurate, and Ming Xiche looked at Mu Xin with a complicated look.

There was guilt and surprise, and even when he saw Mu Xin just now, there was a flash of joy and relief in his eyes.

"It used to be." Mu Xin turned his head away from Yan Shaohui, leaned against the car door window, and looked at the messy city streets outside the window.

"What does it mean to count?"

Just as Mu Xin opened his mouth to answer, he heard Yan Shaohui say, "Let's talk about it when we get back. They're back."

Mu Xin didn't want to talk about these things with Yan Shaohui in this atmosphere and environment. In addition, Ming Xiche had also returned, so Yan Shaohui simply ended the conversation himself, saving Mu Xin from wasting any more words.

Just like that, the car became quiet, but the atmosphere became very strange.

The two people sitting in the back seat were looking out the window. There was a large space between them, and it felt like the intimacy they had just experienced while snuggling with each other was a false illusion.

On the other side, the people who returned with full loads stuffed everything they were carrying on their shoulders or in their hands into the trunks of the two cars, and then sat in the cars with satisfied expressions.

In the car of Mu Xin and Yan Shaohui, Ming Xiche was still driving, and Wang Jia was sitting in the passenger seat.

"Boss, this is a great harvest! We found so much food. I just did a rough calculation and it's enough for us to eat for seven or eight days!" Wang Jia counted on his fingers and then excitedly reported to Ming Xiche.

The latter focused his attention on Mu Xin in the back seat, and just nodded casually after Wang Jia finished speaking.

Wang Jia was very good at reading people's faces, so he naturally realized that the relationship between Mu Xin in the back seat and his boss was not that simple. So after seeing Ming Xiche involuntarily looking towards the rearview mirror, he just kept silent.

"This time... thank you. If it weren't for you two who dealt with most of the zombies, I'm afraid we wouldn't be able to get so many supplies, and we might even lose a few team members." Ming Xiche said while driving and paying attention to the road conditions.

"Just by the way." Mu Xin's answer was neither light nor cold, but these few words completely separated himself and Ming Xiche.

Ming Xiche curled the corners of his mouth, some words came to his lips, but in the end he didn't say anything.

The atmosphere in the car was awkward until we returned to the old house, when it got a little better.

Mu Xin and Yan Shaohui returned to the old house first, while Ming Xiche directed the team members to organize and pack up the supplies they brought back. He entered the old house only after giving the instructions.

As soon as he opened the door, a figure ran towards him quickly.

"Xi Che!"

Ming Xiche subconsciously wanted to draw his gun, but when he heard the voice he realized it was Xiahou Shuo. Then almost instinctively, he hugged Xiahou Shuo's waist and held him in his arms.

"What's wrong?" Ming Xiche touched Xiahou Shuo's face with a soothing look, and then asked softly.

Xiahou Shuo shrank his neck, looked inside the house, and timidly huddled in Mingxi Che's arms, refusing to come out or speak. Mingxi Che was very satisfied with Xiahou Shuo's dependent look, so they walked into the living room in this position.

As soon as he entered the living room, Ming Xiche saw Mu Xin, wearing a high-necked black sweater, leaning against the sofa with his arms folded and an expressionless face, looking at him with cold eyes.

Ming Xiche then remembered that Mu Xin was back! And now, at least on the surface, he and Mu Xin were still lovers.

Even though in everyone's eyes she and Xiahou Shuo were a couple, at least for Mu Xin, they had not broken up.

At this moment, he was hugging Xiahou Shuo, which was a bit unreasonable no matter how you looked at it.

"It seems that the young master of the Xiahou family is very afraid of me. He even hides in someone else's arms." Mu Xin said coldly with a mocking look.

Ming Xiche subconsciously pushed away Xiahou Shuo who was leaning in his arms, and then anxiously wanted to explain something to Mu Xin, "It's not..." It's not what you think.

"I'm tired. I'll go upstairs and rest first." Mu Xin didn't want to listen to Ming Xiche's explanation. He just picked up his coat and sword and went upstairs, leaving Ming Xiche with a thin but somewhat depressed back.

At this time, Yan Shaohui appeared, using the same posture as Mu Xin, hugging his chest and looking at Ming Xiche with contempt, "Any discerning person can see the relationship between you and Xiahou Shuo. Mu Xin is not stupid. Put away your anxious and angry expression that wants to explain. I still remember what you said to me when you first came to the old house."

After saying that, Yan Shaohui also went upstairs.

The figures of both people disappeared at the stairs, and Ming Xiche laughed at himself.

After Yan Shaohui said this, he also remembered.

At first, he thought Mu Xin was either dead or had fled to another place, so he didn't pay attention to Yan Shaohui's questioning and said that he and Mu Xin were just friends. At that time, he and Xia Houshuo had a close relationship and did not shy away from their actions, just like a couple in love.

How could someone as smart as Yan Shaohui not see how inseparable they were?

Now that Mu Xin was back, how could Yan Shaohui not know about his relationship with Mu Xin from Mu Xin? That was why he spoke to him in such a mocking tone just now.

And what about Mu Xin's attitude towards him? He was very cold from the beginning, as if he was a stranger. Even when he saw that scene just now, Mu Xin was calm and composed.

If he cared about me, why would he be like that? I'm afraid he would have come to question me a long time ago, right?

Mu Xin, did you stop loving me when I didn't notice it? Ming Xiche stared blankly at the empty staircase and asked in his heart.

In fact, he should have an answer, but this answer was not what he wanted.

Perhaps even Ming Xiche himself did not expect that the lover whom he originally treated as a playful person now occupies a very special place in his heart.

It's because of your special situation that you want to rush to cut off your relationship with Xiahou Shuo and explain to Mu Xin, right?

Even when Mu Xin's attitude towards him became particularly cold, he would feel a sense of loss.

But when Ming Xiche realized it, he found that he no longer existed in Mu Xin's eyes.

Ming Xiche, feeling a little lost, left Xiahou Shuo who was in deep thought and returned to his room alone.