Use a clean towel to wipe her face wet.

She was very close to Yang Muya and wiped the towel on her hand, only to find that Yang Muya had no makeup on her face, and her skin was so good that there were almost no wrinkles.

She drank too much and her face was flushed.

Are there any dry tears in the corners of my eyes...

Xia Changyue sat beside her, looking at someone so seriously for the first time.

To be honest, Yang Muya is really beautiful.

In her forties, she can still have such a demeanor, it is not difficult to imagine how charming she was when she was young.

Coupled with her reputation in the mall, such Yang Muya should be the target of thousands of men, but now, because of a man who abandoned her, he ended up lonely and old, which inevitably made Xia Changyue a little embarrassed.

If that person is still alive and seeing her sad and sad now, will there be a trace of regret and guilt?

Xia Changyue's hand holding the towel tightened, suddenly thinking of Yan Chengchi.

For the first time I felt the involuntary fear of being manipulated by fate...

"We are different. He won't let go of my hand, nor will I let him go." Xia Changyue looked at Yang Muya who was sleeping, and said suddenly.

Knowing that Yang Muya couldn't hear it, she was more like telling it to herself.

She simply wiped Yang Muya's hands and feet, then changed her pajamas and helped her onto the bed.

Yang Muya drank too much alcohol and got up and vomited several times in the middle of the night.

Xia Changyue didn't have the slightest impatience, and took care of her carefully until the sky began to turn white, and she could barely sleep.

This time I fell asleep.

I didn't get up until the afternoon.

"Ms. Yang..." Xia Changyue turned around nervously and found that Yang Muya who was sleeping beside her had disappeared, and quickly turned over and sat up.

Open the quilt and prepare to go out to find someone.

As soon as I ran to the living room, I smelled the scent of rice.

She was startled, lightened her steps, and walked towards the kitchen.

Standing at the door, I saw Yang Muya cooking in the kitchen.

She was cooking the porridge while cutting the vegetables. She was not as skilled as she was cooking for the first time.

"Are you awake? To take care of me last night, were you exhausted? Go wash your face and prepare to eat." Yang Muya turned to look at Xia Changyue standing by the door, reached out and turned off the fire, and put the cooked porridge on top Got out.

Back in the kitchen, I quickly cooked a few dishes, one end to the living room.

Xia Changyue originally wanted to help, but when she finished washing her face, Yang Muya had already set up the dining table, and sat in front, waiting for her to eat.

"Don't you have a headache with a hangover?" Xia Changyue sat in front of her, looked at Yang Muya's still ugly expression, couldn't help asking.

No one wanted to buy drunk yesterday. In the blink of an eye, it seemed that nothing had happened.

"..." Yang Muya took the chopsticks in her hand, paused suddenly, and immediately aroused a smile.

"Do you want to see me abandon myself?"

"I didn't mean that. I was just worried that if I would not vent my emotions, I would hold back the problem." Xia Changyue explained anxiously, and it turned out that Yang Muya was actually teasing her, her pretty face slightly embarrassed.

Yang Muya can tease her, it seems that she is really fine.

"After a day's sleep, I should be hungry and eat more." Yang Muya ate calmly, maintaining an elegant posture, but looking at Xia Changyue's eyes, it became a little different.

When Xia Changyue was full, he put down his chopsticks, "Girl, come with me to the theater to see the stage play later."