In the surveillance screen, Xia Changyue's smile on the corner of her mouth has disappeared, and her petite body is nestled by Yang Muya's door.

It looks like a child abandoned by his family

His heart suddenly repressed a sullen, but can only endure.

Just when Yan Chengchi's self-control was on the verge of collapse, Yang Muya's door suddenly opened from inside.

She didn't know what to say to Xia Changyue, so she turned slightly and let Xia Changyue follow her into the room.

"Chi Shao, did I see that? Yang Muya let Miss Xia into her room? " Jin tezhu suddenly widened his eyes and rushed to the monitor in consternation.

“....” Yan Chengchi thin lips tightly pursed, no mouth, just staring at the monitor's eyes, more and more deep.

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in a hotel room.

Xia Changyue looks at Yang Muya standing in front of the table, making tea, and standing at a loss.

"Sit down and have a cup of flower tea to warm your body. It's good for sleep." Yang Muya, with two cups of flower tea, goes to the table and signals Xia Changyue to sit opposite her.

Put a cup of flower tea in front of Xia Changyue to open his lips.

"I remember you said you had to see me, not for others, but for yourself." Yang Muya took a look at the long windbreaker on Xia Changyue's body, and the pupil flashed.

There was a trace of doubt in my eyes, but it was still.

"Will you listen to me?" Xia Changyue holds the flower tea in front of her and looks up at her excitedly.

"I've never seen such a stubborn girl as you. You can tell me a story if you accompany me for two days. If your story can move me, I will consider helping you."

Yang wood Ya Dun, and re opening, "but if you can't do it, you must promise me, not to appear in my door."

"I promise!" Xia Changyue heard that she was willing to give her chance and nodded busily.

But the next second, again tangled.

A story that can move Yang Muya, what kind of story can move her and ask her to help?

"Think about what to say?" Yang Muya is holding the cup and tasting the tea slowly. Her eyes are full of the light of victory.

"Have you ever heard a story about happiness?" Xia Changyue suddenly opened her mouth, did not see the shock of Yang Muya's eyes split for a moment, Wu continued.

"It's a very old story. It's said that there was a very loving old couple who had been married for many years and still looked like the first love..."

Xia Changyue cleared his throat, and slowly told his own back to back story.

Her voice is very shallow, with strong feelings.

A very simple story, as if all become very real.

"Bang -" the cup in Yang Muya's hand suddenly slipped from his palm.

The cup fell on the table and hot water splashed on her back.

"Are you all right?"

Xia Changyue was stunned and recovered. She was anxious to get the paper and wanted to wipe the water on her hand.

Can just move, Yang Muya but faster one step grasped her wrist.

Her red eyes, with a trace of madness after shock, hold Xia Changyue hard, as if to crush her hand bone.

Word by word, "how do you know the story?"

“....” Xia Changyue's hand was held by her and frowned with pain.

"Tell me, where did you hear the story? Who told you

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