The morning light broke out, and the obliquely shone in the east. The mountains and mountains overlapped and collided in sight. The fog was everywhere, and the heat and temperature gradually floated up, and it was another hot day.

After turning over and getting out of bed, brushing teeth and washing my face, about ten minutes later, I wiped my arms and neck with a towel in my hand, and Feng Mi came out barefoot.

I turned on the phone and threw it on the bed. In a short while, a vibration of "Bilibili--" sounded.

The alarm clock at the bedside was only half past five. I leaned over and picked up my phone. What caught my eye was the latest information.

‘Mimi, come down, I have something to tell you!’

This domineering and unhappy tone reminded Feng Mi of the man she had forgotten.

Following the message, there were actually more than a dozen text messages. The words above were without exception, "Mimi, come down, let's have a good talk!"

‘Xiao Guai, is there something I am upsetting you?’

‘Can we have a face-to-face conversation?’

That tone changed from the initial gentle negotiation style to the subsequent domineering demand style.

Holding the phone, Feng Mi spread her hands and fell on the big bed behind her, feeling uneasy for a moment.

She clearly felt that she could be very brave, but after the incident happened, she became timid.

Because I understand that if I have never possessed it, then even if I lose it one day, it will not be too painful. But, if I have it and lose it one day, that kind of pain is definitely not something she can bear.

Thinking about the meaning of the message, Feng Mi suddenly opened her eyes. The next second, she had already rolled over from the bed and jumped to the floor-to-ceiling window.

Looking out from the floor-to-ceiling window and following the outer courtyard of the sealed house, a low-key and luxurious black Maybach entered her eyes.

Under the lush old camphor tree, the black Maybach quietly stopped under the shadow of the tree beside the exterior wall, and a tall and thin figure stood there through the black iron railing.

The faint purple silky shirt rolled up its cuffs to its elbows, revealing the honey-colored texture, and down there were black suit pants.

With his hands in his pockets, his elegant and noble figure leaned against the Maybach car. His elegant and elegant posture actually made him feel a bit romantic.

It was him, even though he was so far away, Feng Mi could still recognize her at a glance.

Just like, she vaguely remembered that the faint purple shirt on him was what she forced to buy for him when she was in City A.

At that time, she mocked him, saying that he always wore black and was too old-fashioned. So she chose a floral shirt for him, with the purpose of urging him to vent her anger.

Later... he leaned his hands on the car window, and Feng Mi's eyes gradually became a little wet.

She had never seen him wear colors other than black, white and gray, and he didn't like it, she knew.

But this morning, he was driving outside Feng's house but he didn't come in, wearing the faint purple shirt she had chosen... Feng Mi suddenly didn't dare to think about it.

How long has he been waiting? And why?

There were pleasant music ringtones ringing in the empty room.

Feng Mi walked over and picked up her phone. The name jumping on the screen made her a little angry!

Thinking of this person who had been waiting underneath for a long time, she suddenly felt cruel and slid to the answer button, and then roared at the other end: "Huo Xingyan, I don't want to see you now. You can leave quickly, don't wait, I won't go down!" After that, she hung up the call happily.

That day, after Cong Mi hung up his phone, the phone did not ring for a long time and no information came in.

Feng Mi breathed a sigh of relief, but also felt a little disappointed.

This complex and difficult-to-understand emotion came to the early morning of the next day, at the same time, at the same place, at the same situation.

Maybach stopped under the old camphor tree again and walked up the black railings. Opposite was the floor-to-ceiling window of Fengmi West House.

When I got up, I saw Maybach waiting there again, and his elegant and decadent figure.

The phone rang at the same time, but for a long time, Fengmi never connected again. Later, it hung up and did not ring again.

Maybach left, taking away the dust and unconcealed loneliness.

In the morning, the servants of the Feng family were surprised to find that the lady who had always been a foodie had miraculously not going downstairs.

That morning, Feng Mi hid in her room and looked through the messages on her phone. She found the dusty album. On the gray old photos, Bai Shuyao hugged her, and she rode on Feng Huanian's shoulders. The family of three, and her bright smile became a long-clogged memory.

In the middle of the old photo, there is a torn gap and traces of tape pasted.

It took three consecutive days, at 5 o'clock every morning, and it was dark.

Outside the house in Nanshan Villa, under the old camphor tree, there was a black Maybach and a noble man leaning on the body of the car.

Some people who pass by morning jogs will give you a strange look, but they don’t ask too much.

Almost all living in the villas of Nanshan Mountain are rich and noble families, and wealthy families always have a little privacy. Moreover, they don’t usually walk around, and no one wants to explore other people’s privacy and make them messy.

After dumping the garbage, Mrs. Lan came back and a figure wearing black trousers and beige-gray trousers had already stepped down the spiral ladder.

Mrs. Lan's eyes lit up and she quickly followed, "Young Master, are you awake?" She secretly glanced at the eye wall clock, but it was only ten o'clock after five o'clock.

"Well," Chu Mo responded, and his very casual figure had already walked towards the restaurant.

"Where is today's newspaper!" Chu Mo asked, sitting on the off-white sofa near the floor-to-ceiling window in the innermost part of the restaurant.

"Here, Young Master!" Mrs. Lan quickly picked up today's morning newspaper and handed it to Chu Mo.

"Yeah," Chu Mo responded after taking the newspaper, without raising his head, "Sister Lan, go and make me a cup of coffee!"

He shook the newspaper and spread it out. Chu Mo's legs overlapped, leaning against the sofa behind him, his handsome and arrogant face was not even a single color.

But he has always been like this. Lady Lan and a servant from the Feng family have long been used to it.

"Yes, young master!" Chu Mo had the habit of drinking early coffee and only loved one brand. After drinking it for a few years, Mrs. Lan didn't see him changing to another brand.

As he said that, he wanted to turn around to make coffee, but suddenly remembered something. Mrs. Lan turned around and looked at the serious Chu Mo hesitantly, "Young Master..." His eyes dodged. When she remembered the scene she saw when she came back after dumping the trash, Mrs. Lan was always a little worried.

"Huh?" Chu Mo's eyes were still stalemate in the Commercial Morning Post, and the old monk was in meditation.

"That," Mrs. Lan rubbed her hands, "I just feel a little worried."

"If you have something to do, tell me!" Half of his mind was revealed, Chu Mo's deep black eyes glanced at Mrs. Lan indifferently.

"This, young master, that's it--" As she said that for the past three days, Mrs. Lan said all the time that there would be a Maybach parked outside the Feng House.

Finally, he said, "When I came back just now, I saw that man staring at the window of our lady! He looked like a human being, wouldn't he know our lady?"

"But if he really knew our lady, how could he not come up?"

Mrs. Lan muttered to herself, muttering, not ignoring Chu Mo's strange eyes at all.

"You said..." Chu Mo put down the newspaper and thought about it for a while, "Are you here every day for the past three days?"

"Yes, yes," Mrs. Lan did not doubt him, and nodded repeatedly when she heard this.

With his hands clasped together, Chu Mo rubbed his jaw and suddenly spoke quietly, "Since that's the case, it means that Mimi would never know that man. Of course, she didn't know the purpose of waiting outside."

"Then--" Mrs. Lan thought that the man was peeping at their lady every day. Although she looked good, she was peeping at all.

Looking up, Chu Mobing's black eyes fell on Mrs. Lan, "Since I don't know each other, please wait and drive him away. You must know that every day is waiting outside and let others see it. After all, the impact is not good!"

Mrs. Lan was waiting for Chu Mo to say this, and nodded repeatedly and said solemnly: "Young Master is right, I'll drive him away later!"

"Well, then thank you for your hard work, Sister Lan." Chu Mo said as he picked up the newspaper.

"It's okay, this is a trivial matter. I'll drive him away now!"

After Mrs. Lan walked away, Chu Mo put down the newspaper slowly, and a touch of sinisterness slid quickly in her dark pupils.

I remember the figure I could see every day in the past three days.

In terms of family background and achievements, he naturally cannot compare with Huo Xingyan.

Not to mention, he and Feng Mi have such an intimate relationship. Just looking at the situation at this moment, could they have a quarrel?

The thin lips were slightly raised, and a touch of pleasure hung on the corner of his lips. All he wanted was that they were quarreling.

However, although Feng Mi ignored him, he still wanted to prevent that little suspicious feeling from growing.

He didn't believe it, he would not be able to compare with Huo Xingyan!

At the floor-to-ceiling window, Feng Mi stood there in a nightgown. The air conditioner was blowing slightly, and the temperature was too low, and many goose bumps appeared on her arms.

She hugged herself coldly, lowered her eyes, and the figure was still there. A hint of doubt suddenly appeared in her eyes, and more, sadness.

He stood there for three days. Why did he last for so long? Why didn’t he think about giving up?

Stepping on the cold floor under her feet, Feng Mi's heart also rose and fell. She suddenly realized that she couldn't understand her heart anymore.

The pleasant ringtone of the mobile phone rang again on time, but it sounded a little harsh at this moment.

Feng Mi looked back and looked at the screen of the mobile phone flashing on the head of the bed, and suddenly sighed like she was accepting her fate.

"...What do you want?" Feng Mi said helplessly after answering the phone.

"Down!" There were still two domineering words on the other end, but the voice on the other end of the microphone was obviously hoarse, "Let's have a good talk, Mimi?"

“…”

"I don't understand why we were doing well before, but now it's like this."
Chapter completed!