Trajectory 2: entangled curves

Chapter 252 Deal with it

Mi Bei looked back every few steps as he said goodbye to Zhuge Qinuo. Zhuge Qinuo also watched him leave until he could no longer see him.

Then, she felt a little sad. Lost and sad. Although it seemed peaceful and beautiful, there were actually many problems that had not been solved, such as her and Mi Bei.

If it were in the past, she would be entangled, but now, she will take it one step at a time. The epidemic has made the airport so deserted, let alone the lives of ordinary people.

Mi Bei got on the plane, wearing his mask higher and his hat lower. They had just separated, but he seemed to miss her again. He couldn't help thinking about the woman he fell in love with, what Huang Cangran said about her, and their encounters. It seemed that he could remember each time clearly, and he didn't know if it was because they had been separated for more than a year and he often recalled it.

Although she didn't tell him much about her past, she didn't lie to him. She never deliberately concealed anything about marriage or Huang Cangran.

He took out his phone and flipped through the photos of her accompanying him in a motorcycle race, which he had flipped through countless times over the past year. He also watched the video of her reciting poems after getting drunk. The nerves in his brain suddenly made some connections. He suddenly had answers to some questions. The reason why she got drunk that time was because Huang Cangran came, because Huang Cangran, who had been abroad, suddenly came back and suddenly approached him. With this setting, everything became so reasonable.

She would not let herself lose control like that, even if she was really drunk, she would still maintain some dignity. The only time she drank too much and lost her sense of proportion was...

Mi Bei's mind couldn't help but be distracted, flashing back to the night when they drank too much, her snow-smooth skin, her charming demeanor, and the magic that even though she said nothing happened, the aftertaste of "nothing happened" could make people unable to control themselves.

It's so hard to recall my thoughts.

Thinking about the time she drank too much for Huang Cangran, and then thinking about the living Huang Cangran he met this time. Combining the two, he seemed to understand why she lost control. He understood the pain of the deepest feelings in his heart.

Therefore, every line of poetry is about longing. I don’t know how long she has been thinking about and memorizing these lines that seem to be spoken by her at random.

"Huang Cangran said he lost, but I wonder if he will still think so after reading the poems that Zhuge recited for him?" Mi Bei thought so, hesitating in his hands.

"Please adjust the back of your chairs and put away the small table. Our..."

The stewardess started calling him again and again. For some reason, because he had to turn off his phone, he suddenly felt a lot of unresolved issues.

"Mr. Huang, I'm leaving today. I'm already at the airport. I feel inexplicably uneasy. You should go back to sleep. The guest room is yours." Finally, he sent him a WeChat message.

After thinking for a while, I sent the video.

Huang Cangran received the WeChat message and smiled while holding the phone. He quickly put on his clothes and went out. Mi Bei had left, and he really had to go back. Although he knew that Han Moli couldn't cause any trouble under Zhuge Qinuo, he couldn't let her feel uncomfortable. In this special period, going out has become a luxury. He wanted to buy some of her favorite dishes and go out to nourish her stomach.

The road Zhuge Qinuo took back from the airport was very empty. It only took him twenty minutes to drive home across half the city. This would have been impossible under normal circumstances.

When Zhuge Qinuo returned home, she thought that facing Han Moli who refused to leave was already a frustrating and helpless thing. But she didn't expect that there would be another uninvited guest today.

When she opened the door, she saw Yang Qiang, fully armed, sitting on the sofa in the middle, next to Han Moli. When Yang Qiang saw Zhuge Qinuo, she immediately straightened her body, ready to start a war.

Han Moli stood up and looked at Zhuge Qinuo. She shook her head and sneered, as if she didn't see Yang Qiang, and asked softly, "Where are the children?"

"Doing homework in the study." Han Moli answered immediately.

Zhuge Qinuo took off his coat and hung it by the door.

"Deal with it!" She said these three words lightly and went into the study.

I don't know if it's because she just came back from outside, but there's a chill in her body, and so is her voice.

After Zhuge Qinuo entered the study, Han Cheng immediately asked, "Mom, who is outside?"

This question seemed to have been prepared long ago, and it took Zhuge Qinuo, who was unprepared, by surprise.

It was just a moment, and she quickly smiled: "It's just a friend of mom and dad."

"Are you as good friends as my uncle and brother Mibei?" Han Cheng's voice was very childish, but it was this unusual childishness that made Zhuge Qinuo feel that he was pretending to be ignorant.

Looking at Han Cheng's expectant eyes, Zhuge Qinuo blamed herself for overthinking and analyzing her child. She reached out and straightened his head: "Uncle is uncle, how did he become a friend? Don't worry about it, kid. Just do your homework."

Han Cheng did not ask any more questions. Zhuge Qinuo went to her room and changed into a thin coat that she usually wore at home. She also patiently helped her child with homework. She wanted to give the two people in the living room enough time to deal with the problem. As for whether they left alone or together in the end, it didn't matter. Because she would give the children a reasonable and satisfactory answer.

She went out of the study room under the pretext of pouring water to see what was going on. The two were still sitting there, even arguing about something.

When Yang Qian saw Zhuge Qinuo coming out, she did not just sit up like she did just now, but stood up directly. Zhuge Qinuo obviously heard the sound of high heels, and in time, before Yang Qian made a sharp sound, he gestured to her to stop.

Yang Qian hadn't been carried away by her emotions, and she hadn't forgotten her manners. She lowered her voice, rolled her eyes at Zhuge Qinuo, and sat back on the sofa. If it weren't for the fact that she was wearing so much, Zhuge Qinuo thought that Yang Qian would have crossed her arms in front of her chest to express her dissatisfaction.

It was also because of Yang Qian's silence that Zhuge Qinuo changed his attitude. Otherwise, if she disturbed the child and caused some immeasurable consequences, she would never let it go. Yang Qian, Han Moli, neither of them would have an easy life.

"It's quite hot in the room, take off your coats, and sit down and chat slowly." Zhuge Qinuo said in a gentle voice.

But her kind words sounded more like sarcasm to Yang Qiang: "Will it be useful for me to talk to him? Isn't the problem with you? I want to talk to you!"