Mu Yuanhang looked at her with burning eyes and smiled slowly. His bright eyes were like the March sunshine, warming people's hearts.

Jian Yun thought he had a pair of dazzling eyes and was very beautiful.

At this moment, seeing him looking at me tenderly, my heart trembled a little.

"Jian Yun, forget those troubles, maybe you will live a better life." He stretched out his slender hand and touched her head. It felt so natural, as if it was already his habit.

The woman standing in front of him was a little stunned, and then her face was covered with sadness. In his eyes, it was a kind of stubborn sadness, which made people feel distressed.

"Although it's hard to forget, it's mine." Jian Yun took a deep breath and said calmly, "Let me tell you a story, a story about youth."

"Okay, I'd love to be the one who listens to the story."

Long corridor, sparse people, a woman telling a man her story.

That period of youth, that period of youth that she wanted to let go of.

Maybe, if she says it, she will relax!

That year, they were still in college. He was a senior and she was a junior. It was fate that brought them together.

We were gone for six years, until a few days ago, we broke up because of his betrayal.

It's not that her heart doesn't hurt, but no matter the pain, life still has to go on.

She is still the stubborn and arrogant Jian Yun.

He is still the aristocratic young master, Young Master Ji.

Unknowingly, Mu Yuanhang felt his shoulders sink, and turned his head to see her quiet profile.

Guan Ze, whose fair skin was glowing with moisture, said that she was twenty-six years old, the best age for a woman. At this time, she endured betrayal and broken love, but she was still her.

Seeing her frown, Mu Yuanhang gently touched the center of her eyebrows, wanting to soothe her sorrow.

"Jian Yun, I give you half a year, and I only give you half a year." The gentle voice had an extremely domineering tone.

"Huh?" A woman on the shoulder murmured softly, and then furrowed her cute brows.

Two people walked over and walked up to them.

"President, this..."

"Shh!" Mu Yuanhang made a silent gesture, took the clothes in their hands, then waved his hands, and the two of them stepped back.

The wind by the river was a bit cold, so he put his clothes on her body.

The close contact allowed him to smell the sweet fragrance emanating from her body, which was really intoxicating.

The night is getting deeper and deeper, and the cold moonlight pours into every corner of the earth.

Its coldness gradually warmed up a heart that had been silent for many years.

Time passed slowly, the black sky gradually faded away, and the endless river surface gradually lit up, indicating the arrival of the next morning.

The sky turned white. Xiao Yang, who had been sitting in the car, looked at the two people clinging to each other on the chair over there, and felt in his heart that what Grandma Mu told him was about to come true.

Decisively, he took out his mobile phone and "clicked" the two people over there to take a picture. He would take this to Grandma Mu.

Grandma Mu must be smiling from ear to ear.

Then he quickly put away his cell phone and glanced at the bodyguards around him. Those bodyguards touched their noses. They were sleeping and saw nothing.

The two people over there seemed to have entered some kind of world, so quiet and motionless.
Chapter completed!