blogombal Chapter 217 Have we known each other before?
Chapter 217 Have we known each other before?
Seeing the decoration in the room, An Nansheng stood at the door in a daze.
The whole room is dreamy princess pink, including curtains, carpets, and bedding, matched with some off-white and light gray furniture.
An Nansheng's girlish heart, which had been dead for many years, was instantly revived.
She looked at the room in shock, her mouth wide open for a long time.
This was definitely not a temporary arrangement, because the imported handmade wool carpet on the floor could not be bought just like that.
An Nansheng couldn't help but walk in.
It seemed as if the room had finally welcomed its owner, and the entire room appeared before her eyes.
A huge wave of emotion had already risen in An Nansheng's heart.
Because when she was a child, there was a time when she really liked pink, she liked it very much and wanted everything to be pink.
If she hadn't seen this room, she would have forgotten that she was a sweet girl when she was a child.
Strange, why does Mu Fucheng know all this?
Even if he knew An's father before, it is impossible for An's father to tell others about his daughter's hobby, right?
The servant went to the cloakroom and brought out a set of light pink pajamas:
"Miss, change your clothes and get some sleep. It's still early."
An Nansheng refused:
"I'm not sleepy. Let's go outside for a walk."
After saying that, she turned around hurriedly.
He walked very fast, as if he was afraid that he would be tripped by something if he walked slowly.
The servants looked at each other, not understanding why the young lady would turn around and leave after seeing such a beautiful room.
But they couldn't say anything, so they could only follow An Nansheng and serve him.
Mingding Villa is quite large. In addition to the largest main building, there are two small villas in the back, which are where servants, bodyguards and others live.
There are large lawns in front and behind the house, as well as a large garden.
But the lawns and gardens are bare this season, with only a few pine and cypress trees still stubbornly holding on, but they are also covered with a layer of white frost by the cold air.
It was sunny and warm, so An Nansheng walked a long way wearing his coat.
Mu Fucheng's voice suddenly sounded:
"Are you really planning on walking back?"
Only then did An Nansheng realize that the servant who was following him had stopped in the car a hundred meters away. It seemed that Mu Fucheng should have been here for a while.
"I have a question for you." An Nansheng said suddenly.
Mu Fucheng: "Speak."
An Nansheng: "Did we know each other before?"
Mu Fucheng: "I know him."
An Nansheng: “…”
She had been shocked so many times today that she wasn't shocked at all.
They must know each other, otherwise there is no way to explain Mu Fucheng's behavior.
"When?"
Mu Fucheng: "Ten years ago."
"Ten years ago?" An Nansheng was stunned again because she had no recollection of it at all.
Mu Fucheng's voice turned cold: "Forgot?"
An Nansheng: “…”
How old was she ten years ago? At that time, she didn’t even know Grandpa Mu, let alone Jian Muye and Mu Zheng.
Did you know Mu Fucheng so early?
Normally, I wouldn't have no impression at all. If I had no impression at all, it would be because...
"Were you injured when we met?" she asked.
Mu Fucheng's eyes darkened. "You don't remember? What happened?"
An Nansheng said calmly:
"If you were injured and bleeding at the time, I might have really forgotten about it. I'm sorry, little uncle."
As An Nansheng spoke, his brows furrowed, and he didn't want to continue this topic.
"The room is beautiful, but I don't like pink anymore."
That pink and sweet color no longer suits her.
Some happiness can no longer be returned. She has worked hard to become what she is today, and she can't go back.
She smiled at Mu Fucheng:
"Uncle, please send someone to take me back. I'm really busy."
Mu Fucheng's heart suddenly stabbed.