When Han Mengxiao woke up, it was already the early morning of the next day. She got down from the soft couch. Thinking of what happened yesterday, her face felt a little hot. How could she fall asleep like this?
This house is very elegant! After scanning the house for a week, Han Mengxiao praised it from the bottom of his heart. Bamboo itself is a cool building material. Because it is soaked by the warm soup day and night, it also feels a little warmer. The floor is covered with soft blankets and red
It's also very comfortable to step on.
Walking to the window, Han Mengxiao saw Yue Wugou.
Beside the clear water, under the flowering trees, he was dressed in white, his hair was like a waterfall, and his eyebrows were like paintings.
He raised his head and looked at the flowers on the tree longingly. His eyes were warm, like the winter sun. Hearing the noise around him, he turned his head and smiled softly: "Meng'er, you're awake." So casual.
, so ordinary that Han Mengxiao blurted out the words deep in his heart: "Yue Wu Gou, did we know each other before?"
Yue Wugou did not answer the question directly, but the smile on the corner of his mouth became deeper: "Meng'er, how do you know us, but what if you don't know each other? In your life, people who should come will come, and people who should leave will leave.
Whether you want to stay or go is up to you."
"I don't understand!" Han Mengxiao simply leaned against the window and said decisively.
"Haha," Yue Wugou shook his head and walked into the room: "You don't need to understand. When the time comes, everything will become clear."
"Yue Wugou, who are you?" When Yue Wugou came in, sat down on the bamboo stool in front of the bed, and casually picked up the scissors to trim the orchid leaves on the table, Han Mengxiao came up and stared at him again and asked:
"According to rumors, you are a cool-tempered and upright chief of the Criminal Department. When I first met you, I thought you were a cold-faced judge of life and death. After getting in touch with you, I thought you were a passionate lover with stories. Now, you are like an unconventional person.
Among the gods of dust, tell me, which one is the real you?"
Yue Wugou chuckled, his elegant image completely gone: "I never thought that one day, you would also comment on me like this!"
"Yes?" Han Mengxiao keenly captured this key word. She was now 100% sure that she and Yue Wugou must be old acquaintances. Either the original owner of this body, Nie Yunxi, knew him, or she had some relationship with him in the previous life.
The possibility of the latter is even greater. I have seen all the people who pull the strings, and some of them were not too much in their previous lives!
"Are you really a god?" Han Mengxiao narrowed his eyes and thought about Xiao Jiujiu in his heart. If the person in front of him is really on the same level as Yue Lao, then getting familiar with him will always bring some benefits.
Yue Wugou once again bypassed Han Mengxiao's question and said: "That day, when I went to your store, I just admired your courage. After sending you to the cell, I made some simple calculations and found that
You...haha, God’s will, Meng’er!”
"Me? Who is it?" Han Mengxiao put his hands on the table, stared at Yue Wugou's handsome face, and asked a little excitedly.
He knows, he must know! Why did that damn Yue Lao bring her into this world, what does she need to do, and how can she return to her mother? He must know everything!
Unexpectedly, Yue Wugou stretched out his hand and touched Han Mengxiao's head comfortingly: "I can't tell you!"
"Damn! What are you doing!" After waiting for a long time for such an answer, Han Mengxiao stood up straight and sighed rudely.