Thank you for Waiting, Mister Tang!

Wen Yuan stayed quietly until dawn.

She didn't even have one eye, because she was afraid that closing her eyes would make her vulnerable again and sink again.

In this way, at dawn, the morning light came in through the white curtains.

Her eyes were a little sore and astringent, and she blinked gently in his arms.

Ye Mubai still hugged her from behind, she pulled away gently and couldn't help turning her head to look at him while she was dressing.

He is very good, even though he is in his thirties, he still has a perfect skin, and his figure is also very well maintained.

Wen Yuan watched in silence for a long time before opening the door.

She made breakfast, and then called Xiangnan to get up. Xiangnan has already reported to school and will be in school before eight o'clock.

She woke up her son, took care of him to dress and eat, and then sent him to the kindergarten. She took leave of absence from the school herself, did everything and returned to the apartment, Ye Mubai was already up.

He was wearing denim trousers and his upper body was naked, showing a solid body.

Seeing her coming back, he frowned: "Want Nan?"

Wen Yuan slowly closed the door, and then lowered his eyes: "I enrolled him in kindergarten, and he has been in school for two days."

She paused, as if she was afraid of his objection: "He is very good, and behaves very well in school."

Ye Mubai looked at her, then frowned: "Do you have a men's shirt here?"

After asking, he also felt that it was a waste of question. How could she be here?

Wen Yuan knew that he disliked the smell of his shirt, so he said softly, "I will wash and dry it for you."

When she said it, it was natural, and she went to the room without much thought.

He caught her hand, his brows still frowned: "What is this?"

Wen Yuan paused in his steps and lowered his eyes: "Or I can buy it for you."

"No need." His voice was calm, and then he let go of her.

Wen Yuan went to the bedroom, took his shirt and washed it by hand, and then dried it.

Ye Mubai leaned at the door of the bathroom and looked at her, looking at her with low eyebrows.

Wen Yuan is very good-looking, and his eyebrows are those of IKEA, especially her profile. Her expression is very focused when doing things, so he keeps watching...

For a long time, his voice was faint: "Wen Yuan, your decision?"

She lowered her eyes, her long eyelashes trembling lightly, she looked back at him and fell back, her voice was very soft: "I want to live in H city."

With his hands crossed in front of him, he watched her quietly, "You mean, a person with a wish to go south?"

"Yes." She pursed her lips: "I want to live alone."

She said again: "Life in the United States...is not for me."

He walked in, hooked her waist with one hand from behind, a little brutal.

He turned her around and pinched her chin with the other hand, searching for the change in her expression: "Why did you go to America before then."

Under his grasp, she was a little at a loss, and licked her lower lip, "It was then, now it is now, Ye Mubai, the mood was different then and now."

At that time, she still thought of him, but since that time in the hospital, she felt that she and him were no longer possible, and she did not want to be so humble.

"Really?" He squinted his eyes: "It's fine if you decide."

Later, he didn't talk to her and let her go to the bedroom terrace to smoke.