Chapter 357

The next morning, when the sun gently sprinkled on the bed through a small gap, Lin an slowly opened her eyes and gently extended her hand to the other side, but it was nothing.

Heart a cool, face show tired look, she slowly sat up, eyes is a vast.

He went to the hospital to see Ruan Qingyun again.

Stem in the heart of the thorn in an instant expansion, her heart will be a seven up and eight down into depression.

With sweat pouring out of her forehead, she turned over and got out of bed, alerting the square outside the door.

"Ma'am, you are awake." Fang Yuan came in, saw Lin an an's face pale, quickly added: "the president is waiting for you to have breakfast below."

Last night, after the president went out in the middle of the night, Fang Yuan was afraid that Jiang muxiao would go away and not return. He was also afraid that Lin An'an knew that fortunately, the president came back soon.

When Lin an an heard this, he was not at ease in his heart. Instead, he was restless and had a slight frown. There was always an ominous premonition.

Fang Yuan came forward and handed Lin an a glass of water: "madam, have a glass of water."

The madam's face is not very good, isn't there a good rest.

Lin an nodded gratefully and said with a smile, "I'll go down immediately. You go out first."

Fang Yuan nodded. He had been around Lin an for so long. He knew that Lin an was a good girl. He would never borrow other people's hands to do what she could do by herself. Never because he is a wife, not to give a good face, but to treat every servant.

It's a blessing for her to meet such a wife, and it's also a blessing for the president. She also sincerely hopes that the president can treat Lin An'an well and never let her down.

After Fang Yuan goes out, Lin an puts on her pre equipped clothes and thinks that she'd better go to Jin Xiaoxiao's clothing store to learn design for a while, so as to avoid another dispute with Jiang muxiao.

Her discomfort is real and can't be ignored. It's Jiang muxiao's ex girlfriend, and it's not a dog in the street. How can she be indifferent and smiling.

However, she didn't want to get entangled in Ruan Qingyun's problem and argue with Jiang muxiao endlessly.

As long as Jiang muxiao admits her mistake, she can let bygones be bygones.

Lin an thought to herself and turned to go downstairs.

Downstairs, Jiang muxiao sat at the dining table with his legs tilted randomly, his slender fingers on the dining table and his eyes staring at the global times in his hand.

A face, pulling the elder long, and donkey can be comparable.

However, none of these has affected him to become a unique landscape.

Lin an glanced at Jiang muxiao, eased the lines on his face, went to the other side of the table and sat down. There were still plenty of breakfast, Chinese food and Western food on the table, but Lin an had no appetite. His eyes fell on the empty position, frowned slightly, and asked softly, "Fang Yuan, where's my mother?"

Fang Yuan's eyes crossed Jiang muxiao's face quickly. She bowed her head and explained, "aunt Rong is taking a walk outside after breakfast."

The fact is, Zheng Xiurong doesn't want to see their husband and wife pull a long face, and the atmosphere is depressing to appear in the same space. At that time, she is not helping her daughter or Jiang muxiao.

Lin an an saw Zheng Xiuyun walking around the lawn through the glass window. She nodded, picked up chopsticks and put a steamed bun in the bowl, forcing herself to eat it.

She's not alone now, she's two.

At the thought of the child in his arms, Lin An's eyes were much softer.

Just now the idea surged up, staring at the bun in front of her, as if this bun was Jiang muxiao herself. She thought to herself, Jiang muxiao, quickly admit that you are wrong, or I will eat you.

Jiang muxiao, who has been pretending to read newspapers, sees Lin An's head down and regards him as the air. His heart suddenly seems to be blocked by cotton cloth. He is also waiting for Lin an to take the initiative to apologize to him!

As soon as she says sorry to me, we'll make up.

Jiang Mu Xiao had a face, and his dark eyes glanced at Lin An'an from time to time.

Lin an, who hasn't heard anything for a long time, opens his mouth wide and bites a big mouthful of steamed stuffed bun, as if he is biting Jiang muxiao himself.

Asshole, as long as you take the initiative to speak, I will generously and mercifully forgive you!

Lin an chewed the bread hard and made a secret compromise.

Jiang muxiao, who is still regarded as the air, handed the newspaper to Fang Yuan, glanced at Lin An'an, gracefully picked up a stack of steak, bowed her head and said in secret:

as long as she spoke first, we would make up immediately.

He picked up his knife and fork and listened attentively, afraid of missing a sound.

"I'm full." Lin An said lightly, pushing away the plate in front of him.

Fang Yuan carefully handed over the wet towel, eyes in the flow between the two people, why they did not say anything, but Fang Yuan always feel that this is the calm before the storm?

Lin an wiped his mouth and hands like no one else, and said, "Fang Yuan, let Xiao Lin wait for me outside."Eyes a dark, virtual line of sight fell on Jiang muxiao cold face, immediately moved away, heart constantly said, speak quickly, speak quickly, as long as you let me stay, I will never go.

But Jiang muxiao always bowed his head and fought with the steak in the plate. In the past, he used to cut the steak easily. Today, his hands still don't listen to him, like Parkinson's. he trembled slightly. He stood up suddenly in some exasperation, dumped the steak in the garbage can in disgust, and turned upstairs.

Every step revolves his deepest words in his heart.

"Stay, Ann. Don't go. I promise I won't fight with you."

It's a pity that Lin an an, who looks at his lonely and proud back, doesn't see through his heart. There is a faint smile on her face, which is really superficial.

Fang Yuan, standing on one side, looked at Lin An'an stupidly. After a long time, he turned around and nodded and said, "yes, madam."

Lin an slowly turned his head and put away the loss of his eyes. He said in a soft voice, "thank you."

She is not used to Yiqi's instigation. If she troubles others, she will feel embarrassed, so she must say thank you.

……

Jiang muxiao stands on the balcony on the second floor, watching Lin an sit on the car. Her back is so calm. She is no longer the little girl who used to bow her head and twist her clothes.

He was a little flustered, watching the car slowly driving out of the gate, he always felt that some things, like the car, were getting farther and farther away from him.