Lingering and Loveless

Who could be as miserable as Su Mu, who had never seen her parents, and later her grandfather died, and she was living in someone else's house. The mistress of that house actually wanted to drive her away, so she just left. She was living a good life, but there was someone living in her heart. What should I do? Mu Yuchen, if you don't come early, you won't come later, but you just come at this time, come as soon as you come, you insist on squeezing into my heart, you can squeeze in whatever you want, just wait, I haven't forgotten the person in my heart. Going round and round, why are you still there? Yujie, why are you joining in the fun? I'm already very busy, so just stay alone. Excerpt 1: "Are you staying?" I raised my chin and looked at him, and he smiled slightly, "Stop." I lifted my feet off the ground and said, "It's a little dirty here. Please clean it up. I'll eat later. Please make some dishes that aren't too greasy." "Didn't you say 10,000 euros a month? Why do you still want me to do housework?" "I just said the rent is 10,000 euros, but did I say you don't have to do housework?" "You don't play like this." "Then don't stay here." "You can't be so heartless. At least I didn't charge you for trimming your garden." "Oh, by the way, if you want to live here, the monthly garden maintenance work will be left to you. If you don't want to, I won't force you." Leave a certain man behind. . . . . Fragment two: "Xiao Mu, are you comfortable basking in the sun? How about I bask in the sun with you?" Mu Yuchen arrived at his side at some point. He didn't speak and stayed there until I opened my eyes before he spoke. Days like this have never appeared in my mind before, but the person next to me is not Duan Fengxiao. "Then let's show off." She didn't refuse, not because she liked having him around, but because it was always nice to have someone by her side when she was lonely. He glanced at Mu Yuchen, smiled slightly, and looked at his tangled brows. He didn't say much, probably not much. So what if he said too much? What could he do? "Xiao Mu, can't you say one more word?" Mu Yuchen brought me a glass of juice, "Okay, let's chat with you." "Let's talk..." Another certain man. . . . . . .