C65

I've been alone in my room for days after coming back from the Surging Company. Mainly study the data of the company for more than a year. I just graduated from school, so everything I do is just a newbie on paper. Although the data looks flawless and the research shows that the future is looking good, but I remember the teacher saying that there are a lot of things that are far from as good as they seem on the surface.

Shen Xiuyuan called me several times to ask me to go out to play, and I rejected him all the way.

I told him to leave it alone, I had my own ideas.

I knew he would help me, but I felt I was too old to rely on him for everything, and I wanted to have my own independent mind, not follow his own.

In the long run, I will become a mindless puppet.

I must decide this matter on my own.

When I researched until the fifth day in the villa, Mu Huainan finally came back.

I was watching TV in the living room when I heard the door open, and my heart skipped a beat. Then he slowly stood up, composed himself, and walked out with his slippers on.

In the Profound Entrance, Mu Huainan had already opened the door and entered. Changing shoes.

He was wearing a plain white shirt and, as usual, black trousers and a trousers jacket over the crook of his arm. He stood there, changed his shoes, and straightened up, looking delicate and beautiful.

Under the warm light, he pursed his lips and smiled at me.

That smile seemed to have been anticipating for a long time. After passing through mountains and lakes, it finally appeared in front of me.

Just like this, it flowed between their beautiful eyes, brewing out the tiniest bit of alcohol, causing people to feel somewhat intoxicated.

I returned to my senses and walked over, my slippers rustling on the floor.

"Uncle Huainan."

Next to him was a small business suitcase. He came over and rubbed my head, then leaned over and kissed me on the cheek.

"I've been working too much these days, so I'm taking the exam with you."

He and I walked in with our arms around each other's shoulders, shaking our heads.

"It's fine, your job is more important."

He came back with a box of beautiful clothes, all expensive limited money, and said I was grown up and needed to dress like a woman, always paying attention to my image.

He took a small dark blue satin box out of his bag and handed it to me. I opened it and saw that it was a diamond necklace.

There was a logo on the top of the box. It was the most expensive luxury brand.

The gift was too valuable. I shook my head and shoved it back.

"Give it to someone else, I don't want it."

But he leaned over and gave it to me.

"Today is your eighteenth birthday, you deserve it."

I was stunned and raised my head. "What day is it today?"

"July 18th."

I had forgotten my own birthday, my eighteenth birthday, the day of adulthood.

"This necklace suits you a lot, can I give it to you?"

I watched him open the box, but eventually I shook my head and backed away.

"I said I don't want it."

The necklace had just been taken out, and when he heard my words, his hand froze for a moment before he put it back. Closing the box, he casually tossed it onto the sofa, as if he was throwing a ping pong ball.

"If you don't like it, then I don't want it."

Mu Huainan came over to hug me. His body was covered with dust from the journey and the smell of smoke.

"You should go take a bath first."

"Have you eaten dinner? I'll get you a bowl of noodles."

I shook my head. "I've already eaten. If you hadn't eaten, you would have eaten your share."

"I ate it on the plane." He tore it off and threw it on the sofa to take a bath.

I sat alone in the living room, with the latest TV series of the 8 o'clock series on the TV. I'm used to it, right?

Out of the corner of my eye, I saw the necklace box in the corner of the sofa, and the clothes, and my company, and the projects, and the ever-increasing amounts in my bank card.

He gave it to me.

I'm eighteen today.

Mu Huainan showered very quickly. His hair was half dry as he walked to the living room.

I blushed and turned my head in his direction.

"Uncle Huainan, I also have a gift for you."

He leaned back against the sofa and put a hand on my leg. "What gift?" he asked.

"Wait a moment."

I took a deep breath, got up, and turned off the TV in front of me. As I walked to my bedroom, I turned off the living room door.

Mu Huainan did not speak, he just waited quietly in the living room.

He's satisfied with everything I want. And what he wanted, I always knew.

I took off my clothes one by one, knowing the innermost one. When I unbuttoned my shirt, it was still shaking heavily.

That ten minutes felt like it had been ten years.

When I was ready, I opened the bedroom door and walked slowly into the living room. There was no light in the room, only the moonlight coming in from outside the window. It was clean and clean, with only black fog to look at.

I was barefooted and did not wear shoes. I did not know how Mu Huainan heard my footsteps, but when I stood at the door of the living room, he turned his head to look at me.

In just a split-second, he quickly averted his eyes and turned his head back.

"Lu Weian!"

He rarely used my full name so angrily. He must have been a little angry.

Instead of answering, I took two more steps around the sofa and stood behind the coffee table, naked in front of the TV.

Mu Huainan lowered his head, and I summoned the courage to call out to him with a trembling voice: "Uncle Huainan."

Under the cold and grey moonlight, all I saw was the back of Mu Huainan's head. He had been bent over without raising his head, and had not responded to me.

After a while, he took a pack of cigarettes from his pocket.

I saw that his hand was trembling. I took a deep drag on the cigarette, but it didn't work.

The room was quiet. No one spoke to break the silence.

There were no lights, and outside the window were the bustling and noisy night of the city, the bushes, the wild flowers, and the rose garden reflected in the moonlight.

Mu Huainan's eyebrows were lowered. I looked at him for a long time, but could not see his expression, only the cigarette that was constantly changing places with my fingertips, maybe the wind had slipped in through the window, the white smoke slowly dispersed in the silence and darkness, his whole body was hidden behind, gradually being submerged.

I finally couldn't help it, and called out to him again.

"Uncle Huainan."

He finally raised his eyes. He probably hadn't drunk any alcohol when he drove back, but he didn't know why, but there was a hint of scarlet alcohol in his dark and deep eyes.

The spot was hidden in the endless darkness, obscure and obscure.

Finally, he lowered his eyes and stopped looking at me.

I stood there in a daze, unable to understand what he meant. Didn't he want me? Why did he only escape when I offered to help him get his wish?

I went over to him, squatted down beside him, and looked at him with my head on my back.

"Isn't that what you want?" I couldn't help but ask him.

Mu Huainan picked up his suit jacket from the side and silently draped it over my body.

I put my hand on his knee and brought my cheek closer to his, still holding it up and speaking, my voice a little low, almost begging.

"You already gave me what I wanted, and I can satisfy what you wanted. Uncle Huainan, I beg you, please don't let me owe you forever, okay? "

I saw a change in his eyes, a change in his silence, a growing ferocity, an uncontrollable desire, in his eyes.

After a long time, he closed his eyes and sighed.

When he opened his eyes again, they were much clearer.

He reached out and rubbed my head.

"An'an." He said, "I don't want you to pay me back. I like you. I'm willing to do that."

The more he said this, the more miserable I felt. Looking at him, my heart swelled and swelled to an unbearable extent.

I reached out to grab his hand. As usual, Mu Huainan's hand was extremely cold.

His hands were so much bigger than mine that I had to hold them with both hands. Warmly wrapping them around him, before long, I had pulled the cigarette out from between his fingers and stubbed it out in the ashtray.

"Uncle Huainan."

I called to him again.

"An An, you're still too young. You have no idea what you're doing now."

"I know." I replied very quickly and confidently that I was repaying the debt. I was doing what I had to do.

"I am eighteen years old now, Uncle Huainan. I can be responsible for my own actions."

I'm not a child.

He didn't say anything, just sighed.

This is different from the usual Mu Huainan, he is always the one who oppresses me to scare me, and every time it seems like he's about to eat me, but when the ball strikes at the door, he coincidentally blocks it every time.

This time, when I asked for it, he kept hesitating. This made me feel uneasy, and in the darkness, I felt even more baffled by this man.

If he didn't want this, then what did he want?

Anxious, I fell to my knees at his feet and crawled forward, clutching his wrist with both hands. It was pathetic.

"Uncle Huainan."

I begged him not to let me feel so uneasy. It felt like the end of my life. I couldn't help it, my eyes were red and the only sound I could make was the trembling.

In the end, Mu Huainan still couldn't bear it anymore. He sighed, and raised his head to look at me with a frown. The palm of my hand was pulled away, and I touched the corner of my eye with the flank of my finger.

In his deep eyes, there had never been a moment where his heart ached so much.

So much that it almost overflowed and flooded me.

He still sighed.

After a long moment, he bent down and took me in his arms.

Just like I used to be hugged so many times.

I put my arm around his neck and he put me in his lap and sat back down on the couch.

As I did so, the jacket I had been wearing on my back fell to the floor, and the air was so cold that I couldn't help but shiver. Once again I was naked before him, and I looked up at him.

His pair of dark eyes were deep and dark, but there was a burning passion within them.

The desire to burn me, my brain, my body still trembling from the heat.

I could hear him panting in the darkness, his hoarse voice floating in my ear with the ambiguity of the night.

"An'an."

He called me, tossing and turning, deep in love, over and over again, straight to the heart of the flame.