After lunch, Mu Siyin felt sleepy and went upstairs to rest.
Shi Beiyu and Leng Jiuchen started drinking again.
Leng Jiuchen saw the satisfied smile on Shi Beiyu’s face and couldn’t help but frown. He said in a deep voice, “Your happiness and sweetness are all based on my pain.”
When Shi Beiyu heard this, the smile on his lips deepened. “You only have an obsession with Xiang Qiuci and don’t love her. You Can’t talk about pain.”
Leng Jiuchen narrowed his eyes. He wanted to refute, but there was nothing he could do.
“Mei Ning is a good girl. You have to learn to let go of the past and treat her well,”Shi Beiyu added.
Leng Jiuchen snorted coldly. “I’m not like some people who like old cows eating young grass.”
Shi Beiyu and Mu Siyin were eight years apart. He and Mei Ning were ten years apart. At most, they were sisters. As for the feelings between men and women, they really did not exist.
