Wipe her face with a clean towel that is damp.

She was very close to Yang Muya, and when she wiped the towel on her hand, she realized that Yang Muya had no makeup on her face, and her skin was so good that she could barely see wrinkles.

She drank too much and her face turned a little crimson.

There are still tears in the corners of the eyes......

Xia Changyue sat beside her, looking at someone so seriously for the first time.

To be honest, Yang Muya is really beautiful.

In her forties, she can still have such a demeanor, and it is not difficult to imagine how charming she was when she was young.

Coupled with her fame in the shopping mall, such Yang Muya should be the object of thousands of men's pursuit, but now, because of a man who abandoned her, she ended up alone and old, which couldn't help but make Xia Changyue feel a little embarrassed.

If that person is still alive, will there be a trace of regret and guilt when I see her sad and sad now?

Xia Changyue's hand holding the towel tightened, and suddenly remembered Yan Chengchi.

For the first time, I felt the fear of being manipulated by fate and being involuntarily in my body......

"We're not the same, he won't let go of my hand, and I won't let go of him." Xia Changyue looked at the sleeping Yang Muya and spoke suddenly.

knew that Yang Muya couldn't hear it, but she was more like saying it to herself.

simply wiped Yang Muya's hands and feet, then changed her pajamas and helped her to the bed.

Yang Muya drank too much wine, and got up in the middle of the night and vomited several times.

Xia Changyue was not the slightest impatient, and took care of her carefully, until the sky began to white, and she could barely sleep.

This sleep is a deep sleep.

I slept until the afternoon and didn't get up.

"Ms. Yang......" Xia Changyue turned around nervously, Yang Muya, who was now sleeping next to her, was gone, and quickly turned over and sat up.

I lifted the quilt and prepared to go out to find someone.

As soon as I ran to the living room, I smelled the smell of rice.

Stunned, she slowed down and walked towards the kitchen.

Standing at the door, I saw Yang Muya cooking in the kitchen.

While she was boiling porridge, she was still chopping vegetables, and her movements were not like cooking for the first time.

"Are you awake? Were you tired from taking care of me last night? Let's wash our face and get ready for dinner. Yang Muya turned her head to look at Xia Changyue, who was standing by the door, stretched out her hand to turn off the fire, and took out the boiled porridge.

Back in the kitchen, I quickly fried a few dishes and brought them to the living room one by one.

Xia Changyue originally wanted to help, but when she came out after washing her face, Yang Muya had already set up the dining table and sat in the front, waiting for her to eat.

"Don't you get a headache with a hangover?" Xia Changyue sat in front of her, looked at Yang Muya's still somewhat ugly face, and couldn't help asking.

How could anyone have to die or live yesterday to buy drunk, and in the blink of an eye, it was as if nothing had happened.

"......" Yang Muya's hand holding the chopsticks was stunned, and then he laughed.

"Do you want to see me give up on myself?"

"I didn't mean that, I was just worried that I wouldn't vent my emotions and that I would have problems." Xia Changyue explained anxiously, and reacted that Yang Muya was actually teasing her, and her pretty face was slightly embarrassed.

Yang Muya can tease her, it seems that she is really fine.

"After a day's sleep, it's time to be hungry, eat more." Yang Muya ate calmly, maintaining an elegant posture, but looking at Xia Changyue's gaze, it became a little different.

After Xia Changyue was full, he put down his chopsticks, "Girl, accompany me to the theater to see the stage play in a while." ”