C29

Finally, after half an hour, a trace of movement could be seen in the traffic jam.

"Wei Meng, I'm not talking to you anymore, I'm driving." Mu Dongfang said into the phone.

"Be careful on the road. I'll be waiting for you." Wei Meng said this softly, as if he was reluctant to hang up the phone.

Looking at the gradually darkening screen of the mobile phone, Mu Dongdong pressed the open button of the sportscar. The wind blew through the open lid of the sportscar, causing the man to let out a long sigh.

This was even more tiring than completing a single round of training!

That was the only thought that came to Mu Dongdong's mind as he drove to his rendezvous.

Night fell. The road was filled with pedestrians, each of them heading in the same direction. Their goals were all different, but in the end, they would all return to their home, their final destination. Six years ago, Mu Dong's family had been completely transformed by a car accident. It had been a long time since he had felt the warmth of his family. Of course, he was used to living like this, so he didn't want to change.

But his mother Jiang Lanying's desire to get married as soon as possible forced him to give in to reality.

Other than his mother, he had also been called to talk to his superiors before the break. They had also tactfully expressed their wish for Mu Dongfang to solve his personal problem as soon as possible. Under the pressure of many parties, Mu Dongfang tried to get along with Wei Meng.

After that blind date, Wei Meng had taken the initiative to make a few appointments with Mu Dongfang. Mu Dongfang had repeatedly pushed them aside several times. However, the two of them had only met after they couldn't avoid each other for the first time.

Wei Meng was very proactive, even hinting at something from time to time. However, Mu Dongfang pretended not to know anything. He felt that he couldn't promise anything now. There was something wrong, but he couldn't say it.

Mu Dong held onto the steering wheel as he stared at the straight road in front of him. The car's speed was not considered slow, but his mind was in a mess.

After getting off the viaduct, the sports car turned left onto the main road. It was not too far from Wei Meng's company. As they waited for the red light, Mu Dongfang suddenly smelled a faint fragrance.

He took in a deep breath and looked to the right. Gardenia flowers were growing on the green belt by the side of the road. The white flowers danced with the night wind and emitted a light fragrance.

Gardenia?

Mu Dongfang looked at the pure white Gardenia Flower and seemed to be lost in thought. Something seemed to have broken out from his mind!

Who was it? Who could be so similar to this Gardenia Flower?

A pair of bright eyes appeared in his mind, accompanied by two faint dimples of tears. With a faint smile, the smiling face slowly turned blurry, and replacing it was a face filled with clear tears.

Who was it that cried so bitterly?

Don't cry, don't cry, I'm here, don't cry.

Mu Dongfang's hand that was holding the steering wheel slowly rose up, as if he wanted to grab onto something. At this moment, his tired heart became extremely anxious. Who could it be that he had met but lost in his memories?

Is there? Was there such a person?

"Beep beep beep beep beep!" The urgent sound of a horn rang. Mu Dongfang snapped out of his daze and realized that the green light had come on.

The car slid out smoothly, and the illusory idea in his mind also vanished like smoke in thin air.

Mu Dongfang mocked himself: "He must be too tired to be hallucinating."

When Wei Meng came out of the building with his handbag, he immediately saw the man standing beside the car.

The dazzling man who made it hard for people to look away, the man who stood up straight even when he was standing up. At this moment, he was standing there in a straight posture, akin to a upright pine tree. His eyes were calm as he looked into the distance with a calm expression.

"East!" Wei Meng shouted and ran over with a smile.

Hearing the voice, Mu Dongdong turned around and looked at Wei Meng who was walking towards him. His long hair was neatly tied up in a bun, and under his white blouse was a black A dress, typical of a lady with a white collar.

"Go east. We've waited for too long!" With that, his arm wrapped around Mu Dongfang's arm.

The scent of perfume wafted over. Mu Dongfang's nose twitched as he tried to resist the urge to sneeze. He thought to himself that his clothes today would definitely not be passed on tomorrow. The perfume was really uncomfortable, but he didn't say so.

"Not bad." The two short words answered Wei Meng's question.

When she had just received Mu Dongdong's call, Wei Meng was busy fixing his makeup. She had paid extra attention to tonight's date. In the mirror, Wei Meng was meticulously painting his makeup. He was looking forward to meeting Mu Dongfang when he saw the look in that person's eyes.

However, reality was often cruel.

Was this man's heart the same as his chest? Was it really so hard that there was no warmth? He was even stingy with his smile. Yet, such an ice-cold man was able to hug that little girl whom he had casually gotten to know on the roadside and was smiling so happily.

Even though his mind was going over and over a hundred times, Wei Meng's expression was getting more effective. He held onto Mu Dongfang's arm tighter and tighter.

Mu Dongfang didn't get enough time to shake off Wei Meng. He opened the car door with one hand and said, "Get in the car first."

Seeing that Wei Meng had gotten into the car, Mu Eastward returned to the driver's seat and started the engine.

"What do you want to eat?" If it wasn't for the passionate look in the other's eyes, Mu Dongfang wouldn't have spoken first.

Wei Meng turned his body to the left while holding his cheeks. Her figure was very good, her white shirt was bulging and her body was only half a pencil's length away from Mu Dongfang's arm.

Mu Dongfang held the steering wheel steadily with his right hand, while his upper body was perfectly straight. Out of the corner of his eye, he quietly moved to the left, creating some distance between him and Wei Meng.

"What do you want to eat?" Wei Meng's eyes were filled with admiration as he tossed the question to Mu Dongfang.

His stomach was empty and he wanted to eat something, but he suddenly thought of the pancake porridge he had eaten at Nannan's mother's breakfast stand. However, the lady beside him did not seem like someone who would eat at a roadside stall no matter how he looked at it.

"I'm not picky with food, you decide." It didn't matter what he ate. Mu Dongfang could only look forward to the place being decided. He really did plan to say something that he wasn't suitable for the other party.

"Then …" The woman's voice rose a little with a hint of allure, "There's a new western restaurant in the south of the city. Let's go and have a try."

"Alright." Mu Dongfang responded and no longer spoke.

Wei Meng did not feel depressed at all from Mu Dongfang. He maintained that posture as he looked at the man with a fierce and domineering gaze. He had already made up his mind. No matter what, he would not let this man go!

As the car sped along the straight road, the road lights came on and the streets were lit up.

When the phone rang and Wei Meng took out the phone from his handbag, he touched something.

After hanging up, Wei Meng took that thing out.

"Here, for you." A white envelope was handed over.

"What is it?" Mu Dongfang looked ahead and asked calmly.

The woman's red nail polish covered fingers were neatly trimmed. This time, she held the white envelope in her hand, opened it and revealed part of the contents. She asked with a mocking smile, "You don't remember?" As he asked this question, he was secretly delighted in his heart. Mu Dongdong didn't remember that Miss Xia. To Wei Meng, this was a very happy matter.

Perhaps it was due to Wei Meng's tone being too weird, but Mu Dongfang glanced over and saw the pink note gently swaying along with Wei Meng's hand. "What are you doing?"

Wei Meng stuffed the money back into the envelope. He leaned over and placed the envelope on the counter. He smiled and said, "I gave it back to you. East, do you really not remember?"

Did he do it again?

Who was he referring to?

In a split-second, a pair of eyes appeared in his mind, 'Nannan's mother?' Was it her?

Mu Dongdong tightly pursed his lips, but didn't say anything.

Wei Meng giggled and said, "I'll pass this to you, Miss Xia. That's right, it's the young mother we helped to send to the hospital when the child was sick. "

Wei Meng looked at Mu Xiangdong and said, "East, you know, I met that Miss Xia at the department store. She was with a handsome man, and the two of them seemed to be very close. I think they must be a couple, maybe the father of the child. "

Wei Meng continued to speak while looking at the side of Mu Dongfang's face. He was paying attention to the face that made her heart pound.

Couple?

Father?

What and what?

Mu Dongfang suddenly became agitated. That young girl, that girl who looked at the child on the sickbed with tears dripping down her face, that girl who was nicknamed "Nannan's Mama" on his phone, had she really found the child's father?

Regarding this realization, Mu Dongfang felt a bit annoyed. He had a strange feeling, but he couldn't tell what was wrong!

Someone lightly nudged her arm, and the woman's coquettish voice sounded out, "Go east, did you hear what I just said?"

"Yes." "En," Mu Dong replied. He placed the envelope on the counter and immediately saw it. Looking at it, he became inexplicably annoyed.

"The man that was with Miss Xia was generous. Do you think that Miss Xia was taken care of by someone else? "Will it …" Wei Meng guessed maliciously.

Before he could finish his sentence, the car came to a screeching halt. Mu Xiangdong stared at Wei Meng, his eyes filled with anger. "Wei Meng, you're not doing well like this!"

For a long time, Mu Dong had been treating Wei Meng coldly, but courteously and appropriately. This was the harshest sentence Wei Meng had said since he met Mu Dong. Wei Meng was stunned by Mu Dong's tone and stood there stunned.

"Sorry, my tone is not right." Mu Dongfang quickly realized that his tone was off, but he could not bear to hear Wei Meng use such a contemptuous tone to speak of Nannan's mother. Even if what she said was possible, he did not want to hear the words of that young girl with the scent of gardenia!