Cheng Liangmu put out the cigarette in his hand in the ashtray and smiled with satisfaction. "Commander Zuo, as a sign of sincerity for our cooperation, I'll tell you right now that Cheng Shichu will also go to the art gallery that Nan Fei is going to tomorrow.
"You said that my brother has a lot of things to attend to every day. However, he rejected a contract worth 50 million yuan and went to a small and shabby art gallery. Is he too full of himself?"
"Du, du, du..."
Cheng Liangmu heard the busy tone coming from the other end of the phone and raised his eyebrows.
A soldier with such a straightforward personality and a bad temper. It was hard to say if he could win against his brother who was deeply immersed in the business world.
Putting the phone back on the table, the man looked up and saw a woman with long hair draped over her shoulders leaning against the door of the room. She was only wearing a large black man's shirt, and the bruises on her snow-white skin were particularly distinct.
She looked at him with love and affection in her eyes, but it was too faint compared to before.
It was so faint that he had to look carefully for any clues.
His heart tightened, and he smiled gently without batting an eyelid. "Why don't you sleep a little longer?"
"Cheng Liangmu." Mu Mian massaged the space between her eyebrows tiredly. "Get someone to bring me some clothes. I want to go back."
"There's some in the wardrobe. Have you forgotten?"
Mu Mian was slightly startled. She then rubbed her eyes and said, "Oh, I haven't been here for so long that I've forgotten."
When she turned around, she seemed to have paused for a few seconds before she lightly said, "Ah, Mu, it's better for you to smoke less."
Cheng Liangmu sat on the sofa in the dimly lit corridor. The expression on his face was obscure.
In the ashtray on the table, the cigarette butt stood up like a white sword. The light and shadow were faint, making it look lonely and sharp.
No one knew who it was stuck in their hearts. Cheng Liangmu's eyes were half-closed, and they were deep.
...
After Nan Fei took a shower, she laid on the bed and played games on her tablet.
Just as she was engrossed in her game, a WeChat notification suddenly appeared at the top of the screen.
Mu Mian asked, [Nan Nan, where are you?]
Nan Fei looked at these five words and the two punctuation marks over and over again and felt that something was wrong with Mu Mian's state.
Then, she recalled that night at Raph. Mu Mian seemed to have been taken away by Cheng Liangmu. She had not replied to her messages today either.
Her expression froze, and she decisively closed the game. She opened WeChat and replied, [I'm at home. Are you coming over?]
Mu Mian replied, [Mm.]. She did not continue after that.
Nan Fei gradually pursed her lips and got off the bed. She patted Crown Prince, who was lying on the carpet.
"Mu Mian doesn't seem happy. She's coming over now. be more enthusiastic and don't be so cold. Let her be happy."
Crown Prince looked up at her and lowered his head.
Alright, he'll do his best.
After all, Mian was the woman who had fed him chicken breasts.