Thank you for Waiting, Mister Tang!

Qin Mu said oh.

Now their way of getting along is quite peaceful, Qin Mu calmed down instead when Zhou Mu came over to make a fuss.

In other words, she knew in her heart that Zhou's mother would make a fuss, and those words made Zhou Chongguang feel more guilty about her, and she proposed the timing of separation.

She found her love for Zhou Chongguang and began to calm down.

She still loves him, for Gu Mei is pregnant, she hates him and blames him, and loses her temper with him, but still can't be unfeeling.

"Zhou Chongguang, we are separated, if... we can all adapt." Her voice was low: "Then don't be together again."

She hung her head after saying, "Let's try."

Zhou Chongguang's heart was as cold as water, and he smiled bitterly, "Mu Mu, I won't adapt."

She raised her eyes awkwardly, looked at her, and then bowed her head again.

He took a step forward and gently embraced her in his arms, with a deep voice: "Mu Mu, I will leave tomorrow, okay?"

Her throat seemed to be blocked by something, unspeakably uncomfortable, "Zhou Chongguang..."

"Don't reject me!" He closed his eyes and muttered softly: "Mu Mu, don't reject me!"

He bowed his head and kissed her hair, his heart hurt.

Qin Mu didn't say a word, it was tacit approval.

Zhou Chongguang should have been happy, but his heart was trembling... he couldn't be happy.

Hesitated for a moment: "Should I hold you up to rest?"

"I'll go by myself!" Qin Mu finished speaking, only to realize that there were no shoes on his feet, and he was startled to remember that he had come down just now.

Zhou Chongguang looked at her.

Qin Mu said nothing.

He directly picked her upstairs, and he cherished every step he walked upstairs...because it might be the last time. After he carried her upstairs, he laid her on the bed, her body still needs to be recuperated.

Qin Mu closed his eyes lightly, obviously not wanting to communicate with him anymore.

But he knew that this was her gentlest way...Perhaps, she felt sorry for him.

Zhou Chongguang looked at her silently, looking away, but he was even more afraid that she would be disgusted.

Just stood quietly for a long time, then left gently, closing the door for her.

Zhou Chongguang went to the study, stood in front of the window and smoked cigarettes for the whole afternoon, until night fell, he was relieved.

It's already night.

The moon was bright and the stars were sparse, and the moonlight fell brightly by the window, looking very deserted.

Zhou Chongguang raised his sour eyes, smiled silently, and then walked out slowly.

The door of the master bedroom opened, his heart was choked, and he walked two steps into the bedroom quickly.

There was no one inside.

"Qin Mu." Zhou Chongguang's voice was almost trembling calling her name, and then he quickly walked downstairs.

As he walked, his pace slowed down.

Qin Mu is downstairs.

She was standing in the kitchen, seeming to be making soup, tasting the taste.

Zhou Chongguang walked slowly, "What are you doing?"

Qin Mu turned sideways and saw that it was him, his voice was faint, "Round bone soup, would you like to try it?"

Zhou Chongguang's voice was low, "Will you do it?"

Qin Mu said, "Just don't know if it tastes good?"

She tilted her head and her expression was particularly calm: "Zhou Chongguang, it seems that I have never cooked for you in recent years."

After speaking, some self-deprecating said: "My love for you seems to be only on a spiritual level."

Zhou Chongguang sighed: "You don't need to do this, I can do it."

Qin Mu smiled and filled him with a bowl of soup: "Try it."