mtl008 Chapter 407: That's not what you said last night
Chapter 407: That's not what you said last night
"Haha, really leave it to you? I'm just guessing. His parents are gone, and he has no brothers or sisters, so there's no one to give it to."
Wen Xin stuffed the crayfish handed to him by Tan Mu into his mouth and chewed it with boredom.
"So boring. Tan Mu, you are not suitable for chatting with others because you will end up chatting with others if you are not careful. You know everything, so what is there to chat about?"
Tan Mu smiled: "There are a lot to talk about, such as why Chai Yuxuan gave it to you, and whether he still has feelings for you."
Wen Xin almost choked again: "What kind of feelings are these? Tan Mu, I'm eating, don't say such things, it's disgusting."
After saying that, he said in a depressed tone: "Pah, you said dirty words."
Tan Mu quickly filled her beer glass. Wen Xin took it and took two big gulps before she felt relieved.
"What do you mean he has feelings for me? Our feelings ended 20 years ago. He gave me the body because he could find someone like me who could possibly collect his body."
"Will you collect his body?" Tan Mu continued to peel crayfish.
"If the money left is enough, just take it. I don't need to do anything anyway, and I can enjoy listening to the miserable situation. If the profit is not enough, then it's none of my business if you leave your body on the street."
Wen Xin shook his slightly dizzy head and suddenly felt a little depressed.
"Tan Mu, I shouldn't have told you this and let you know that there are so many unbearable things in my life."
Tan Mu peeled a crayfish, put it on her plate, and spoke softly:
"Say whatever you want to say, and do whatever makes you happy. Wen Xin, these are other people's business, and have nothing to do with you. It's others who are unbearable, not you."
The magnetic and deep voice had a metallic texture and a soothing power. It struck Wen Xin's heart and made her nose sore.
Tan Mu looked at the woman in front of him, her eyes sparkling with tears, and then she quickly lowered her eyelids to drink, and couldn't help but persuade her softly.
"Don't drink too quickly, be careful not to get drunk."
Wen Xin put down the wine glass and looked at Tan Mu through tears: "Tan Mu, have you felt lonely all these years?"
Tan Mu shook his head slightly:
"It's been like this for so many years. It's become a normal state for me. Lonely? I don't know, because I don't know what it's like not to be alone."
The tears in Wen Xin's eyes finally condensed into water drops that rolled down.
But she knows. She knows how sweet it is to share the joys and sorrows with her lover, and how happy it is to share the family happiness.
So, she knows that she is very lonely now.
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Wen Xin woke up in a bright room and his brain froze for a moment.
There was a simple Chinese-style ceiling lamp on the ceiling, and the gray curtains were half-open, letting in sunlight.
She sat up suddenly and saw that she was still wearing yesterday's gray sportswear. There were light gray plaid sheets and a thin quilt on the double bed.
There is only one pillow, so I must be sleeping alone.
Wen Xin stood up. There was a pair of men's slippers beside the bed. She stuffed her feet into them, but the slippers were too big and her feet kept dangling inside.
She walked over to the desk next to her, which was filled with several history and philosophy books.
Tsk, the books that top students read are indeed different from those read by ordinary people.
Wen Xin put down the book, walked to the window and opened the curtains, and suddenly he was stunned as if struck by lightning.
She opened the screen window, stuck her head out to look around, then suppressed her horror and shrank back, closing the screen window with trembling hands.
Oh my god, this is Jinshuhuayuan.
Judging from the location, this house should be similar to the two-bedroom apartment in Jinshuhuayuan that I bought in my previous life.
She slapped her aching head with both hands, and some fragments of last night came out.
In the car, the drunk girl leaned on Tan Mu with tears streaming down her face, and Tan Mu had no choice but to wipe her tears.
"Why are you crying again? You're such a crybaby."
"But I...only cry in front of you..."
"Give me an address and I'll take you home."
"Uh...Jinshu...Huayuan..."
"Wen Xin, wake up."
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Wen Xin sat on the chair and was stunned for a long time. His pounding heart finally calmed down.
In that life, she never sold this house. She usually used it as her dormitory and often came back to rest at noon.
Why did I mention Jinshu Huayuan when I was drunk?
Could it be that this is the arrangement of fate...
Wen Xin tidied up his appearance in front of his phone, and after confirming that everything was fine, he nervously opened the door and went out.
The house was very quiet. The two-bedroom apartment was very small. She took a quick look and found that Tan Mu was not at home.
She suddenly breathed a sigh of relief, walked to the door, opened it, and looked at the house number opposite.
901.
It is absolutely true, this is the same apartment, 902, with one elevator and two households.
Wen Xin calmed himself down, closed the door and went into the bathroom.
On the shelf next to the sink, there is a transparent toothbrush cup set, which is obviously the owner's.
There was a glass next to it with an unopened toothbrush on top and a note underneath.
[The glass is for drinking water and has been sterilized in the dishwasher. ]
The powerful handwriting was so familiar that it made her eyes sore. She carefully folded the note and put it in her pocket.
After washing and getting ready, she looked at herself in the mirror without any makeup and felt a little discouraged.
My face was a little swollen and pale after the hangover, but I went out with my phone last night without even a lipstick, so there was no way to fix or cover it up.
Should I run away quickly to avoid the embarrassment of running into Tan Mu and also to avoid him seeing me in such an embarrassing state?
After all, I'm at this age now, and no matter how good my skin is, it can't resist the butcher knife of time.
Just as she was struggling to tie her hair up, the door rang outside. Wen Xin rolled her eyes helplessly at the mirror.
Alas, there is no escape.
She fixed her hair in front of the mirror, slapped her face hard and bit her lip hard.
Well, I seemed to be feeling better, so I nervously opened the bathroom door.
Tan Mu was setting the table for dishes and turned around when he heard the noise.
"Have you finished washing up? Come over to eat."
Wen Xin agreed and stepped out, but his large slippers tripped over the marble edge of the door and he immediately rushed forward.
Tan Mu rushed over quickly, and Wen Xin bumped into a hard embrace, accompanied by a muffled groan from Tan Mu.
"Wen Xin, are you practicing Iron Head Kung Fu?"
Wen Xin's face turned red because of the muffled laughter coming from his chest. She stood up in a hurry and rubbed her forehead.
"Why is your chest so hard for no reason? Did you practice iron vest?"
As he was about to lift his foot, he found that his right foot had slipped out from the front of the slipper, and the whole slipper was hanging on the back of his calf.
Tan Mu laughed, then looked down at Wen Xin's blushing face and looked a little annoyed, then quickly stopped laughing, reached out and helped her sit on a dining chair not far away.
He squatted down, held Wen Xin's calf, and patiently took out the slippers.
Wen Xin looked down at the top of his head and suddenly saw a white hair among his thick black hair. She reached out and gently pushed aside the hair on top of his head.
"Tan Mu, you have white hair."
Tan Mu lowered his head obediently: "Really? Help me pull it off."
Wen Xin leaned over and looked for the white hair among the thick black hair, and smelled a familiar fresh scent in his nostrils.
He still has the same preference and likes mint-scented shampoo.
"Here, a white hair. Tan Mu, you are old."
Wen Xin held the white hair in front of Tan Mu. Through the white hair and the face behind it, he seemed to see Tan Mu when he was thirty years old.
Tan Mu remained squatting, carefully took the white hair, and looked up at her with a smile in his eyes.
"But that's not what you said last night."
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