"If you think about it clearly, then I have no objection."

Ji Feiyu said nothing more and looked up at the sky. It was already bright, waiting for the sun to rise to welcome a new day.

"Go to the unit to complete the formalities when you have time. I hope you can still remember the oath you made when you go out."

Ling Zi lowered his head further and buried himself in the shadows.

He answered in a low voice, "Yes." and didn't look back.

He was afraid that as soon as he stopped, he would turn around and regret.

The steps are hurried.

His now white to pale hands, as if to strengthen his determination, hurriedly searched for the pocket and touched the last letter that was still warm.

This is a restrained and sincere request from one man to another man.

He was obviously a person who used to be so arrogant and talk the truth.

He couldn't help but tighten his fingers. He didn't know whether the pain in his heart was because of leaving his most beloved career or because of family ties.

"Are you OK?"

As soon as she got in the car, Han Muxue noticed something strange about Ling Ziyue.

"Take care of yourself."

He doesn't like to show his struggles and pain to others. The best way is to arm himself with cold armor.

"Just asking, why are you so fierce?"

Han Muxue hit a wall, her hot face touched her cold butt, and she felt unhappy.

When she returned to Ling's house again, Ling's mother had already woken up. She was in a state of panic all day long, looking for Ling Ziyue and Han Muxue all over the world. Ling's house was in a state of turmoil.

"Master! You are back!"

Seeing Ling Ziyue and the others coming back, Uncle Chen, the housekeeper, was so excited that he burst into tears.

"what happened?"

Ling Ziyue looked at the mess on the ground, which was full of broken bottles and cans, and frowned again.

"Xue'er, Xue'er!"

Ling's mother, who was still hysterical, became excited when she saw Han Muxue who came in with her. She dropped another vase in her hand that was about to be smashed and plunged into Han Muxue's arms.

"Xue'er, where have you been? Xue'er, I'm so scared. Xue'er, Xue'er...wuwuwuwu."

Han Muxue's expression was slightly stagnant, she opened her mouth and turned to look at Ling Ziyue who was standing to one side.

What's going on? Is this?

"It's okay, it's okay, Auntie, aren't we back now? It's okay."

This kind of Ling's mother is like a five or six-year-old child who makes Han Muxue feel distressed. She just wants to whisper softly, hold her in her arms and rock her gently to coax her over and over again.

"Uncle Chen, what happened?"

Ling Ziyue's face was gloomy. His mother suddenly became like this. She must have encountered something and been stimulated.

Uncle Chen blushed and hesitated.

"It seems, it seems that my wife received a call from Mrs. Lin this morning, and then that was it."

"Mrs. Lin? Aunt?"

"seems like it."

That's too much!

Ling Ziyue clenched his fists, anger written on his face.

This Mrs. Lin is Lin Heng's mother, her aunt, who married a loser. When she came to ask for help from her family, she was cowardly and like a pug desperately wagging its tail for mercy. Now that she saw something happened to the Ling family, she wanted to team up with her own son to take advantage of the situation.

, emptying out the Ling family.

What a wishful thinking!

Ling Ziyue suppressed his anger and called a private doctor to make a preliminary diagnosis.

"how's it going?"

After taking an injection of calm, Ling's mother was finally able to fall asleep again on the bed.

"She has been greatly stimulated mentally and needs to take a good rest and recuperation. Also remember not to let her be stimulated again. If you have any questions, please contact me."

"OK."

Ling Ziyue nodded slightly, and Uncle Chen led people downstairs to see off the guests.

"You can go too. As long as I'm here."

"You? Forget it, you talk so sarcastically, don't make my aunt angry again soon."

Ling Ziyue's eyes fell on his mother's hand that was tightly grasped by Han Muxue. It was so tight that she probably couldn't even pull it apart.

"You want to stay here, whatever you want."

"Tsk, that's so cold-blooded!"

Han Muxue looked at Ling Ziyue's back as he turned around without any nostalgia and cursed.

The first warm sunshine of autumn sneaked in through the gaps in the curtains.

Han Muxue carefully let go of Ling's mother's arm that had been holding her hand and put her into the bed. She then tiptoed off the bed, opened some curtains, and secretly felt the late warmth.

Under the golden sycamore tree, there was a slender figure with a slender back. His thin shoulders were actually so broad and his proportions were still good. He looked like a strong oil painting, but he seemed different, and she couldn't see through it.

This figure finally slowly turned around under her long gaze and saw her looking at him from the second floor. After looking at each other for a few seconds, he began to walk back.

Sure enough, a few minutes later, Han Muxue opened the door and Ling Ziyue was already at the door.

"My mother, are you still sleeping?"

He poked his head and glanced at his mother, who was still sleeping on the bed, and lowered his voice.

Han Muxue left the room, came to the corridor, and closed the door.

"Um."

"By the way, is there anything to eat?"

After a day and a night, after struggling for so long and climbing stairs, her stomach was already hungry.

"..."

Uncle Chen went out early in the morning to do some shopping. Before he came back, there were only three people at home.

Han Muxue happily followed Ling Ziyue downstairs, thinking that a sumptuous meal was waiting for her. After all, the furniture and decoration of the Ling family were not cheap.

Ling Ziyue took Han Muxue all the way around and finally found the kitchen.

Until he opened the refrigerator and asked awkwardly.

"Can you cook?"

"ah?"

Han Muxue realized that she still needs to be self-sufficient when co-writing?

She stretched her head and glanced at the refrigerator where there were not many ingredients. Although she didn't have much experience in cooking, she should have no problem cooking it.

"meeting!"

She nodded vigorously and then rushed from behind Ling Ziyue to her side, "looted" all the remaining ingredients and placed them on the counter.

Purple cabbage, apples, pears, a small bowl of minced meat, a few eggs, and a small bag of unknown powder.

Not a big problem.

"You don't know how to cook, right?"

She cut the purple cabbage in half, then chopped it into pieces, then poured olive oil over high heat, added minced meat first, sauteed until fragrant, and then added the cut purple cabbage.

"..."

The less Ling Zi responded, the more Han Muxue waved his spoon and focused on his face, making him a little distracted for a moment.

It wasn't until Han Muxue turned to look curiously at what he was doing that he hurriedly looked away, pointed at the pot, and coldly warned, "It's going to get burnt."

Han Muxue hurriedly added water, stir-fried vigorously, and the juice soon came out.

Blue-purple juice.

Forehead……

Will this be poisonous if eaten?

It seems like it's overturned?

She felt Ling Ziyue's unfriendly eyes behind her, and she laughed twice, giving a somewhat guilty explanation.

"It looks weird, but it should be fine to eat."
To be continued...