"Xuewei, you are not with Mr. Mu?" Duan Na's tone was full of doubts.

After all, the scandals that Yan Xuewei and Musshen passed out these past few days, no matter how they look at them, they look like behaviors between lovers.

"Yeah." Yan Xuewei replied faintly.

"Did Mr. Mu fail to confess to you? We...we think you are quite good..." After Qi Qi finished speaking, when she saw Yan Xuewei's cold expression, she suddenly felt that she had said something wrong.

"that…"

Good match?

What a strange word.

Yan Xuewei didn't have too many expressions on her face, she just said, "Don't you think I and Huo Beichuan are good matches?"

"this…"

For a while, Qi Qi and Duan Na glanced at each other, they didn't understand what Yan Xuewei meant.

"Xuewei, you..."

Is it possible that Yan Xuewei is really like what the classmates said, she is just a gold-worshiper who is dealing with the rich?

**

Duan Na and Qi Qi left Yan Xuewei's home with doubts.

After entering the elevator, Duan Na and Qi Qi both looked very thoughtful.

In the end, Duan Na opened her mouth first, "Xuewei won't really..."

"Impossible! Yan family, I also heard my brother say, just like Xuewei, she disdains to do that kind of thing."

"But... she said to the uncle, I mean Musi. She ignored him a while ago, but now..."

"Duan Na, in love and being loved, which one do you choose?"

"I..." Duan Na suddenly thought of Muye.

She chose to love, so she was bruised all over her body.

Suddenly, she envied Yan Xuewei.

Because no matter how she chooses, she is the one who is loved, only she can hurt others, and others can't hurt her half.

Love is always like this. If one person does not love, the other will love it twice.

**

The next day, at six o'clock in the morning, the **** Mu Si came to Yan Xuewei's home.

At this time, Yan Xuewei, dressed in home clothes, was heating milk in the kitchen.

Mu Si is wearing a dark brown wool coat, a gray plaid scarf around his neck, and fur gloves on his hands.

Yan Xuewei walked out of the kitchen, and the two of them looked at each other, and Yan Xuewei said, "Sit down first, and we will leave after breakfast."

"good."

Mu Sishen originally planned to take Yan Xuewei to solve breakfast on the road, but he did not expect that she would get up so early and was preparing breakfast.

Mu Si Shen took off his coat. He was wearing a dark sweater underneath and a woolen vest on the outside. When he came to the kitchen, Yan Xuewei was cutting bread.

She was wearing a white lace-trimmed house suit with a pink apron. Her long hair has returned to black, and she wears a creamy white hair band on her head, which makes her look particularly gentle and charming.

Mu Si Shen had imagined many times in his dreams. Yan Xuewei has not died. She has been by his side. They married and had children and formed a family. After a busy day, he could feel the warmth of home when he came back.

However, this dream is too extravagant for him.

Now, Yan Xuewei once again stood in front of him alive, and for a while, Musshen's eyes were wet.

The sense of happiness that was lost and regained hit him again and again.

He had never cherished him before. It turned out that life with Yan Xuewei was trivial, but he lingered like this.

When Yan Xuewei lowered her head, a strand of hair slipped off.

Mu Sishen strode over, and when Yan Xuewei was about to look up, his fingers touched her long hair.

Yan Xuewei took a step back subconsciously, and Mu Sishen's big hand was directly wrapped around her waist.

The two of them faced each other, and Yan Xuewei's eyes were as clear and transparent as water. At this moment, she was like a frightened deer, facing his sudden approach, she couldn't help but shrank back.

She was afraid of him.

Once he had this recognition, Musshen's heart couldn't help but shrink.

She used to like to snuggle sweet and greasy beside him, looking up at him with love.

Nowadays, although she did not reject him so strongly, but Mu Si could feel it, she did not really accept him. She didn't let him leave indifferently, just because she was polite.

At this moment, Yan Xuewei pushed away his hand in a slightly flustered manner. She took two steps back, her face a little pale.

"Go to the restaurant and wait a minute. The bread is cut and ready to eat."

Yan Xuewei lowered her eyes and did not look at him.

Suddenly, they felt alienated again.

He was too anxious.

Musshen dared not make any other intimate actions. His tone was a little bit of a smile, "The bread you cut is so cute."

Yan Xuewei couldn't help but look at the bread. The bread was made by herself. It was fat and long. The cut bread was thick and short, which was different from the ones sold outside the window.

The words of Mu Sishen made Yan Xuewei's expression also relax.

He said again, "I baked it myself?"

"Um."

Mu Si Shen took a piece of it himself and took a bite.

He nodded in satisfaction, "Very fragrant, delicious, and better than the taste sold outside."

"Hey? Why are you so impatient, and there is jam."

Yan Xuewei came over, she began to put the slices of bread on the plate, she took the jam on the side, "You can dip some jam, it will taste better."

However, Mu Sishen ate the slices of bread directly in two bites, "This way it's delicious."

After speaking, he took the plate in Yan Xuewei's hand and went straight out of the kitchen.

Yan Xuewei looked at the jam in her hand. In fact, she made the bread dry and hard. Every time she put the jam on it, she could barely eat it.

For toasting bread, she seems to have never learned it, and always has a bad grasp of the taste and heat.

But she is obsessed with it.

Because the process of baking bread will make her forget all the troubles and pains.

The two of them sat face to face at the dining table.

As the host, Yan Xuewei took a piece of bread and put the jam on, she handed it to Mu Si Shen, "Here, it will taste better with jam."

Mu Sishen happily took the slice of bread in her hand and took a big bite directly on his mouth. When he tasted the sweet and sour taste of jam, he ate the bread in two bites.

Yan Xuewei couldn't help laughing when she saw him gobbled up. She lowered her head and pursed the corners of her lips, picked up a piece of bread, and ate it in small bites.

As soon as she took a small bite, she frowned slightly. Today's bread has become hotter and a bit bitter. Looking at Mu Si, he took another piece of bread, without any jam, and ate it like that, as if he was eating something delicious in the world.

"I don't know how to cook. I have learned bread for a long time, but I can't always bake it." Yan Xuewei said softly.

The movement of Mu Si Shen's hand paused, "I will do it."

"Huh?" Yan Xuewei didn't understand what he meant.

Mu Si Shen picked up the cup and drank half a cup of milk in one breath.

"It's been a long time since I ate so early, it feels quite fresh." Mu Sishen said again.

"When do you usually have breakfast?"

"It's been a long time since I had breakfast." Mu Si said in a calm tone, and he took another piece of bread and ate it.

In those days when he was sick, his brain was very confused, he couldn't distinguish between day and night, and he wouldn't take the initiative to eat. In severe cases, he lives on nutrient solutions.

Later, his illness got better, but his daily life was also haunted. Breakfast, there is no concept in his mind.

"Why don't you have breakfast?" Yan Xuewei stopped her hand movement, and she looked at Mu Sishen.

Mu Sishen smiled, and said indifferently, "I'm too busy at work. I often stay up late and work overtime, and my life is irregular."

"Oh."

Yan Xuewei sipped the bread again.

"By the way, I have sent someone to pick up your two classmates, and we will meet directly on the mountain."

"good."

A breakfast is very harmonious.

Mu Si had a surprisingly good appetite, which made Yan Xuewei feel relieved when she saw it.

It has been a long time since a man has been in the house, and suddenly there is a man who eats a lot. This kind of look is good.

After eating, Yan Xuewei went back to the house to change clothes, and Mu Sishen cleaned the table.

After a while, Yan Xuewei packed up.

She put on a simple makeup, only a light red on her lips, long hair slightly curled, and a pair of transparent glasses on the bridge of her nose.

She wore a white French lace bottoming shirt, a pair of light blue slim-fit jeans under her, a black wool coat, and a black-and-white check scarf on her hand.

Yan Xuewei's makeup exudes the purity and gentleness of the girl next door. At this time, she feels completely different from the red hair that Mu Sishen had when she first saw her.

Mu Sishen looked a little straight, "Cough..." He coughed dryly to cover up his embarrassment.

"Can you go now?" Yan Xuewei asked.

"Can."

When she came to the door, Yan Xuewei took out a pair of tall black boots. As soon as she bent over to put on the shoes, Mu Sishen took her arm.

Yan Xuewei looked at him suspiciously, and saw Mu Si said without changing his expression, "Your boots look really long."

"..."

"Do you understand this?"

While talking, Yan Xuewei had already put on her boots.

He didn't understand, but in order to find a topic, he didn't understand and understood.

Mu Sishen looked at Yan Xuewei seriously.

Yan Xuewei was baffled by him, she couldn't help but look at herself, "What's the matter?"

"These boots are really long legs. Look at your legs. They are thin and long. They look so beautiful."

"..."

"Mr. Mu, have you ever told you that your way of complimenting people is a bit embarrassing."

"No, I rarely praise people, you are the first." Mu Si Shen said with a serious face.

I was really defeated by him, knowing that he was deliberately looking for topics, but inexplicably thought he was very interesting.

Yan Xuewei smiled, "Mr. Mu, we should start. Have you brought all the ski equipment?"

"Well, when we get to the mountain, we can ski."

"good."

"It's three and a half hours away. You can rest in the car for a while. We will be there before ten o'clock."

They entered the elevator one after another.

"Um."

Yan Xuewei put the scarf on her neck, Musshen stood behind her, and he looked at her quietly.

The appearance of her wearing a scarf on her side was so fascinating for him.

Over the years, how much has he missed about Yan Xuewei's beauty?