As the days passed, Wu Xuan's originally shrewd eyes slowly overflowed with despair, even if he fooled the people here and ran out, he might not be able to fight Mu Heng.

She has never suffered in her life except for giving birth, and Wu Xuan can no longer accept the dark life here.

One day, while the old woman of the family went out to catch the market, Wu Xuan secretly ran to the house to find a pair of scissors and committed suicide.

The days that have been suppressed have been so long that Mu Heng has forgotten what color the sky outside is.

So as soon as the baggage that weighed on him was thrown off, he would erupt in an instant like a volcano.

Over the years, Mu Heng has been secretly cultivating his own forces, but because of his identity, he doesn't dare to be too blatant, and Zhao Yi is one of his henchmen.

"Zhao Yi, you go and ask Mr. Wang out, you book the hotel, and say that we have a big business to talk to him. ”

"Yes. ”

Mu Heng's eyes were gloomy and fiddling with the ring on his hand, which was a habit he had cultivated over the years.

Feeling its presence was as if he was not alone, as if Xia Lan was by his side all the time.

Mu Heng has always disguised himself very well, and no one knows his desire for power and financial status.

Just one Mu couldn't fill his vain heart. He wants to catch up with and surpass the Chu clan and become the next legend in City A, and even become the legend of the entire industry......

"Wow. ”

Fan Yao walked out of the bathroom wrapped in a bath towel, and she hadn't taken a shower since Wei Zifan operated on her.

One is that she is afraid of infection in the wound, and the other is that she can't move at all because of the pain from the wound.

Now that the wound is almost healed, taking advantage of Wei Zifan's absence, he can finally take a beautiful bath.

Fan Yao was tilting her head and gently wiping her hair.

As soon as Wei Zifan entered the door, he saw such a fragrant scene, with drops of crystal clear water rolling down from Fan Yao's black hair.

Falling on her shoulders one after another, sliding into her collarbone, and ......

"Smack!"

A towel flew over and hit Wei Zifan's face, and a faint scent of shampoo entered Wei Zifan's nose.

"You...... What are you doing!?" Fan Yao blushed.

Although she usually looks amorous, she is still a little girl who has never been in the world, and she is always a little shy.

Wei Zifan was also panicked in his heart, he had never been in love before, how could he have seen this kind of scene, so he stammered for a while and didn't know what to say.

"I, I, I...... I'm thinking about enlightening you again, you...... Don't be upset......"

Wei Zifan's ears were red.

"Poof. ”

Fan Yao was amused by Wei Zifan's hasty appearance. He enlightened himself every day, rain or shine, and never tired of it.

Fan Yao also gradually walked out of the fact that Mu Qingyun passed away, although she still dreams occasionally, but she is not as diligent as before.

"You're a twenty-four-year-old boy who is still studying forensics, why are you so shy?"

Fan Yao looked at Wei Zifan with an imperceptible smile, and his crampedness made Fan Yao calm down and no longer shy.

Wei Zifan stumbled for a long time and didn't know what to say.

"Bang!"

Fan Yao's eyes were straight, and Wei Zifan actually closed the door and left all of a sudden, like a shy little daughter-in-law.

"Poof...... Hahahaha!"

Before Wei Zifan had gone far, he heard deafening laughter from inside the house, and he hesitated for a while before deciding to go back and have a look.

"Click. ”

As soon as the door opened, Fan Yao obediently sat in front of the mirror and blew her hair, if Wei Zifan was not sure that he was not mentally ill, he would even suspect that he had hallucinated just now.

"What's wrong?" Fan Yao tilted his head to look at Wei Zifan.

Wei Zifan blinked and said with weak eyes: "You...... You smile lightly...... Don't rip the wound open. ”

Fan Yao pursed her lips and nodded.

As soon as Wei Zifan closed the door, the laughter in the room rang out again.

Wei Zifan took a deep breath and turned around, he really didn't expect this little girl to be quite skinny.

The door of the room was opened again, and the hair dryer blew Fan Yao's hair fluttering, and she couldn't open her eyes a little.

"Why are you back again?"

Wei Zifan chuckled and nodded again and again, good, fast enough, it seems that the ribs are all right.

"The wound doesn't hurt at all?"

Fan Yao glanced down at the location of the wound through her clothes and nodded slightly.

"Dinner together that night, just as I give you a new birthday. ”

Without waiting for Fan Yao to answer, Wei Zifan turned around and went out, as if he was afraid that she would refuse.

He also paused at the door for a while, wanting to hear if there would be any laughter, but there was no movement inside for a long time.

Wei Zifan raised his feet and went back to the master bedroom, he also had to clean up.

After Fan Yao changed her clothes, she looked at herself in the mirror and was distracted, she was alone, and it must be a very long process to avenge Mu Qingyun single-handedly.

But she was willing to wait, waiting for the best time, and Mu Heng would die in one fell swoop.

Wei Zifan waited in the living room for a long time and didn't see Fan Yao come out, and there was no movement in the house, he was afraid that something would happen to Fan Yao, so he hurriedly walked to the door of the second bedroom and knocked on the door.

There was no response in the house, and Wei Zifan hurriedly pushed the door open.

Fan Yao still sat there in a daze, Wei Zifan saw that she was okay but didn't reply, which made him worry in vain, and his tone of voice became a little fiercer, "Why don't you ignore me?"

Fan Yao turned her head slowly, her long eyelashes were trembling at the moment, and there were still a few small droplets of water hanging on them.

A long black dress with padded shoulders was worn on her body, showing off her charm.

Wei Zifan's expression immediately softened, and he knew that Fan Yao must have been sad because of Mu Qingyun again.

"The deceased has passed away, so Yaoyao should stop thinking about it. ”

Wei Zifan reached out and touched Fan Yao's head, and a damp feeling passed down his palm.

Fan Yao sighed and stretched out her hand to wipe her tears, "It's okay, I just remembered it suddenly." ”

The two were silent for a while.

Wei Zifan picked up the hair dryer and blew Fan Yao's hair, and said softly: "Remember to dry your hair next time, your wound is not healed now, and you can't catch a cold." ”

Fan Yao nodded silently, and Wei Zifan stopped talking and only focused on blowing her hair.

But blowing and blowing Wei Zifan found that Fan Yao's head was getting lower and lower, and his shoulders were shaking restrainedly.

He turned off the hair dryer, stopped his movements, walked up to Fan Yao and squatted down to look at her.

Fan Yao suddenly covered her face and cried, "I've liked him for so long, how can I forget it...... I really can't forget ......."

Wei Zifan handed her a piece of paper and gently patted Fan Yao's back.

"I had him in my dreams when I fell asleep, and I would think of him inexplicably when I woke up. ”