It turned out to be the devil: looking up to 45 degrees of happiness

Chapter 138 An Old Photo
Seeing Mu Yefeng walk out of the room, Sang Xia breathed a sigh of relief. For some reason, when she is with the current Mu Yefeng, her heart beats faster unconsciously, and there is a strange feeling of throbbing and shyness.

Forget it, don't think too much, mother is right, just cherish the present.After adjusting her mood, she began to wander around the room.Because the room was so big, I didn't know where to go for a while.Moreover, she has never seen such a high-end room, and the room is full of top-notch facilities, and she is afraid that it will be damaged if she is not careful.So I didn't dare to go too far, I just walked around the bed.

Mu Yefeng's taste is very good. Although the whole room is very big and spacious, with not much furniture, it doesn't look empty at all.Every piece of furniture is placed in a suitable position, whether it is style or color, they are all coordinated very well. It is completely different from the decoration of the hall. It is obvious that this room was specially designed by Mu Yefeng.

Sang Xia walked to the bed, there was a framed photo on the bedside table, and there was a single photo of Mu Yefeng. In the photo, Mu Yefeng was holding a basketball in his left hand and a trophy in his right hand, as if he had won some kind of award in a basketball game .Sang Xia frowned strangely, and said to herself: "When was this photo taken? Why have you never seen it before?"

She picked up the photo frame suspiciously, and suddenly another old photo fell out of the frame.Sang Xia picked it up and saw that she was a beautiful woman in her 30s. Could this be Mu Yefeng's mother?Looking closely, the woman in the photo is really somewhat similar to Mu Yefeng.

But why is there only a picture of my mother and no picture of my father?
Just when Sang Xia was puzzled, Mu Yefeng pushed the door open and came in at the right time.In one hand he was holding a tray with a bowl of pasta on it, apparently fresh out of the pan, still steaming.

As soon as he entered the door, he saw Sang Xia holding something and looking at it carefully, so he walked over and asked, "What are you looking at?"

Sang Xia was startled, and quickly put the photo frame back to its original position.Turning around, he replied sheepishly: "I just saw your photo frame, and there is an old photo in it."

"Oh!" Unexpectedly, Mu Yefeng just responded indifferently, then put the tray in his hand on the coffee table beside him, and called Sangxia over, "There are no other ingredients in the kitchen, so I can only make pasta. Just out of the pot, Hurry up and eat."

(End of this chapter)