"Rest if you're tired. Don't you understand?"
Zhou Yi'an's tone was faint, but there was a kind of magic that could make people feel at ease. An Muran's sad heart was instantly comforted. For the first time, she wanted to let herself be immersed in Zhou Yi'an's warm hug, even if she knew that the person she loved was not herself, but Chu Manying.
Time flowed between the two of them.
It was not until Zhou Yi's cell phone on the table suddenly rang and the three words "Chu Manying" appeared on the bright white mobile phone screen that An Muran came to his senses and pushed away the man who was holding her.
Zhou Yi'an also saw the name on his phone. He frowned unhappily, but still picked up the phone.
An Muran tactfully stepped aside and pretended to fiddle with the flowers on the tea table, but his eyes still unconsciously glanced in the direction of Zhou Yi'an.
Was she crazy just now? She felt inexplicably moved by Zhou Yi'an's inexplicable words!
Zhou Yi'an was such a bastard. He was used to being with other women outside, but he didn't know how to restrain himself when he got home. He didn't kiss her, but hugged her. She didn't know what he really meant to her!
The more An Muran thought about it, the more annoyed he became. He didn't even know that the flowers in his hands had been broken by her.
On the other side, Zhou Yi'an, who was on Chu Manying's phone, also seemed a little absent-minded. He was focused on the woman who glanced at him from time to time not far away. Just now, he could clearly feel that An Muran was open to him, but he was disturbed by Chu Manying's phone call. It might not be so easy next time. An Muran had suffered a lot in the past, so he had to smooth it over little by little.
"Yi'an, are you listening to me?" Chu Manying's tone was still gentle.
Zhou Yi'an paused for a moment before asking, "Did you just say a dinner party?"
"Yes, the Lin family will hold a dinner party tomorrow to entertain the upper-class celebrities." Chu Mansheng said with a smile, "They want to invite you to attend, but they know that you are too difficult to invite, so they have been talking to me and asked me to invite you."
"Why would they invite me, the good-for-nothing Young Master Chai?" Zhou Yi'an's lips curled into a mocking smile.
On the other side, Chu Mansheng's tone immediately became serious. "Yi'an, do you know that you are not like this?"
After a while, Chu Manying realized that her tone was not very good. She said in a soft and playful tone, "I guess Miss Lin wants you to attend the party this time. You know that she has always been thinking about you, a married man."
Zhou Yi'an frowned. Originally, he wanted to refuse, but when he saw An Muran not far away, he suddenly had a good idea.
He and An Muran's previous wedding was very low-key, and almost no one in the upper class had seen his wife. It was better to take this opportunity to take An Muran there. On the one hand, he introduced An Muran to everyone, and on the other hand, he could cut off some people's thoughts.
Thinking of this, the corners of Zhou Yi'an's mouth lifted and he said, "Well, I know. I will attend the dinner party of the Lin family tomorrow."
Chu Manying thought that she would persuade Zhou Yi'an a few more words, but she didn't expect that Zhou Yi'an would agree so easily. She was stunned for a moment before she replied, "Yi'an, you really gave me face."
After that, the two did not say anything and hung up the phone.
Not far away, the person who was fiddling with the flowers had not found that a vase of flowers had been broken by her.
"An Muran, I don't know if you have the hobby of torturing flowers." Zhou Yi'an walked up to An Muran and looked at her with his arms crossed.
An Muran only realized that the vase in front of him was already bare. He hurriedly cried out and took a few steps back. Because he retreated in a hurry, his legs were accidentally tripped by the sofa. He was about to have a close contact with the earth. Fortunately, Zhou Yi'an was quick-witted and caught An Muran's falling body in time.
Since the inexplicable hug just now, the two of them once again leaned close to each other.
This time, An Muran did not sink in like last time. Instead, she immediately reacted and bounced off Zhou Yi'an's body as if she had been struck by an electric shock. She fled to the stairs leading to the second floor.
"An Muran, what are you doing? We haven't had breakfast yet." Zhou Yian laughed. Was he really that scary?
"I'm not hungry at all. I suddenly remembered that the quilt in the room has not been folded yet. I'll get a quilt first..."
folded blankets?
This reason was really very good.
Zhou Yi'an's eyes curved into crescent moons, and the woman's figure gradually disappeared at the end of the stairs.
When An Muran thought that Zhou Yi'an was about to leave, he walked down the stairs.
Zhou Yi'an's tall and straight figure could no longer be seen in the large living room. The soft light scattered all over the floor, like starlight, with a hint of warmth and comfort.
An Muran let out a sigh of relief. When he walked to the dining table, he saw that Zhou Yi'an had only eaten a small half of the breakfast just now. As for the other half, he also followed her method and filled the bowl with black rice porridge. A whole piece of egg pancake cake was carefully cut into small pieces that could be put into his mouth.
Seeing this, An Ran's heart inexplicably skipped a beat. It was impossible not to be touched. He didn't expect that a young master like Zhou Yi'an would do these things for her.
"But what on earth does he want to do? He already has Chu Manying by his side..."
She would not be foolish enough to think that Zhou Yi'an had fallen in love with her. At most, he had suddenly become interested in her.
Thinking of this, An Muran laughed at himself and felt ridiculous about his sudden and messy thoughts.
She sat at the dining table and ate while looking at the phone that had just been turned on. The phone was out of power last night. When she was avoiding Zhou Yi'an, she also filled the room with electricity.
As soon as the screen of the mobile phone lit up, several messages popped up in a row.
Two of them were sent by Lin Shanshan, asking An Muran if she was safe at home, and whether Jiang Yinxin, the scumbag, had said anything to her.
The other message was from Qiu Xiang, asking if she was home safe and sound.
As for the last one...
An Muran looked at the words "Jiang Yinxin, the jerk" on the text message. He was stunned for a long time before he slowly pressed the reading button on his finger.
"Muran, although what I said may be a little selfish, I really hope you don't hate me. After all, we once fell in love with each other."
An Muran read the text message several times, and his heart gradually calmed down.
"Don't hate him? Love him?" She really wanted to ask. During the time when they were in love, how much Jiang Yinxin had given her true love. Now, what position did he take to stop her from hating him?