"If you need comfort, you can co to anyti, but you can’t keep living at my place." Mu Yiliang frowned, "Do you have any cash on you? If not, I can lend you ten thousand yuan."
Gu Qingqian finally raised his head and glanced at her: "Are you trying to kick out?"
"Are you planning to stay at my place forever?" Mu Yiliang sighed, "It’s really inconvenient for you to live here."
"I don’t feel that way." He said stiffly.
Mu Yiliang was exasperated: "Of course, you don’t feel it! But you’re impacting my and Xiaoze’s life! My son is seven years old and still has to share a bed with ; do you think that’s appropriate?"
Xiaoze smiled shyly; actually, sleeping with mommy felt quite nice... it had been a long ti since he had that privilege.
But comparatively, having this man cling to mommy was even more annoying, so he had to try harder to get him to leave!
Gu Qingqian paused: "Since that’s the case, I’ll leave tonight."
"No need to rush..." Hearing him say this, Mu Yiliang softened, "It’s already dark now, so stay for the night and leave tomorrow. If you need any help, just let know."
He was silent for a while, then lightly said "Hmm."
Only then did Mu Yiliang breathe a sigh of relief.
After Xiaoze took a bath that night, Mu Yiliang took him to her room and tucked him in.
He blinked, his tone a bit pitiful: "Mommy, I miss Daddy."
Mu Yiliang’s heart trembled, and she said irritably, "Then call him; haven’t you two been in touch privately?"
Xiaoze sighed sadly: "Daddy seems to be very busy lately. He doesn’t answer my calls, and I don’t know where he’s gone."
Mu Yiliang pursed her lips: "Don’t worry, he’ll definitely co to see you when he’s free."
"Hmm..." He held onto Mu Yiliang’s hand, "Mommy, do you miss Daddy?"
"No!" Mu Yiliang’s tone was resolute!
Xiaoze felt a bit discouraged, pulled the quilt over his head, "Alright, I’m going to sleep."
Mu Yiliang found it sowhat amusing, turned off the lamp, and left the room.
She really hadn’t been thinking about Yan Sijue.
She filled her ti to the brim just to avoid thinking about him.
It’s just... she was dreaming about him more and more frequently.
In the living room, Gu Qingqian was sitting on the sofa, seemingly waiting for her.
Mu Yiliang was about to shower, but seeing his expression, she realized he had sothing to say and sat across from him.
"What’s up?"
He looked seriously into her eyes and finally spoke: "I’ve got nothing left now."
"Oh, want to borrow money?" Mu Yiliang said, getting ready to stand up, "I’ll grab it from the room."
"No!" Gu Qingqian’s forehead vein throbbed, and he grabbed her wrist, "I’m not that broke yet!"
"Then what do you want to borrow?" Mu Yiliang asked suspiciously.
"I don’t want to borrow anything!" Gu Qingqian looked at her with restraint.
Mu Yiliang sat back down, pretending to listen attentively.
"It’s hard for you to raise Xiaoze on your own, isn’t it?" His tone was slow, like he was organizing his words, "I’ve been staying here these few days and I think Xiaoze is a really good kid. I like him a lot."
Mu Yiliang’s eyes widened: "Really?"
"Really!" Gu Qingqian gritted his teeth.
Mu Yiliang felt a bit creeped out; why couldn’t she believe a word of it?
"So..." He finally got to the point, "I could take care of you both."
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