"I got so many helpers, but in the end, they fell short. It's really hard to guard against such a lightning speed. The servant turned his face and whispered.

"Those who know think that I am planning slack off because of office work. I don't know, I thought it was how shrewd and wise that hairy boy was. With such dedication, it is not deserved to be punished. ”

The minion's twinkling gaze revealed his desire for victory. It's just that the servant's words were heard in the ears of Father Song, who was only a wall away, and suddenly fell into his heart like the thorns of a cactus, his throat trembled so much that he could hardly say a word, Father Song slowly walked around the long desk, and put his ears on the lacquered red and brown wooden door, until the two whispering servants slowly walked away, he barely cheered up, he hurriedly opened the door, stepped out of the study with one foot, and watched the two overlapping shadows disappear one after the other at the end of the narrow corridor, he opened his mouth slightly, and then silently turned around and re-entered the room and locked the door carefully。

Father Song silently looked at the office building of Ken Real Estate Company on the street, where the people working hurriedly strode into the deep alley shrouded by the bright light of the moonlit night, his eyes were as calm as a deep pool, and there was no floating wind and no lonely moon shadow, perhaps because it was too silent and seemed empty.

"Thank you, uncle, I can't ask for your money. I've never met you, and besides, my mother said that pies don't fall from the sky, but traps. “

"Good boy, take it, if it's not enough, come to your uncle and ask for it. You're at a great age, and your mother needs money everywhere when he's recovering from a long illness. He looked at the young Mu Xuan with a smile, and his eyes were full of tenderness that he had never seen before. He said softly, smiled and raised his hand to caress the thin snow that wet Mu Xuan's forehead.

"But, but. I still can't ask for it, and my mother also said that everyone who has nothing to do is a robber. The little guy suddenly staggered, and he looked at the kind middle-aged man with frightened eyes.

"Mom said that it doesn't work to get something for nothing, and even if we starve to death on the streets, we will never ask for charity from others, let alone that. “

Looking at Zheng Muxuan's stunned face, Father Song's heart was extremely helpless and sad. His eyes sank suddenly, and it took a long time for him to regain his senses.

Mu Xuan pushed the pile of banknotes outward, and the dark red banknotes floated in the air where the two looked at each other, and Mu Xuan was so shocked that he retreated again and again.

"How do you know that my mother has been sick, and I don't know you, who are you?" Mu Xuan's nervous mind was in chaos, as if countless white mist were quietly wrapped around his tense heartstrings.

"Child, I, I am yours. The man was stunned and froze in place.

"I am a good friend of your mother, and I heard that she was sick and came all the way to visit. The man swallowed and struggled to tell his reason.

"My mother's friends, where do my mothers have any friends, not to mention that they are still well-dressed. "Nope. No, it just doesn't work. Mu Xuan's messy response was gradually replaced by silence.

"Don't be afraid, good boy. Uncle is not a bad person, uncle likes you very much, can you tell uncle your name?" The middle-aged man leaned forward again, and he gently wrapped his arms around the thin Mu Xuan. No matter how sharp and indifferent Mu Xuan's eyes were, the hand he tightly wrapped around him refused to let go.

Mu Xuan did not shy away from staring at the middle-aged man in front of him, and in a panic, he kept grabbing the hands that the middle-aged man had fallen on his shoulders.

"Son, will you let me hug you? or just let me take a good look at you, and look at you again. The middle-aged voice was full of pain and pleading. "I'm not going to hurt you, I'm just, I just want to hug you and take a good look at your face. Uncle Kid won't forget you, never. ”

The middle-aged man raised his head, his eyes were red, and his black and white pupils were covered with brown bloodshots. Tears continued to flicker in his amber eyes, and he tried hard to look up and smile at Mu Xuan. The smile looked awkward.

Mu Xuan gave up struggling, he looked at him embarrassedly, he was very strange, for some reason his heart was torn apart by a strange sense of loss. His gaze at him was silent, even the breath lingering on the tip of his nose was as quiet as an ear.

"Uncle did something wrong and can't be forgiven. The uncle lost his own son. If my son were still alive, he would be as old as you and as tall as you. That's why the uncle was so excited just now, don't be afraid, child, uncle has no malice. Uncle just, just misses you so much. Kid, I really miss you. Tears slowly and gently streamed down his red and swollen eyes.

"Don't talk about such a frustrating topic. Father Song looked at Mu Xuan with tears in his eyes and a smile on his lips.

"Is it okay to think that the money is for a hug?" he smiled and wiped away tears from his eyelids, and pulled out a wad of banknotes from the briefcase he was carrying.

Mu Xuan was stunned in his arms. Looking back at the money in his hand in a daze.

"Now tell my uncle, does my uncle look like a bad guy, a lot like a heinous bad guy, right?" The middle-aged man gradually let go of his hand, looking directly at Mu Xuan, a trace of despair and self-blame flashed in his eyes, and his voice was hoarse with a slight cry.

The little guy looked at him seriously, his smart eyes swept over his vicissitudes of life, his stylish suit, and his bright new leather shoes, and finally he shook his head calmly.

"No, you look very kind and kind. Mu Xuan's eyes rolled and gave him a perfect explanation.

The middle-aged man felt dizzy in front of his eyes, and he froze in place, his eyes wide open.

"Really, you didn't lie to your uncle, is your uncle really very kind and kind?" he looked at Xiao Muxuan in disbelief. The cold air on the tip of his nose grew heavier.

He stared at him in a daze, pinprick-like pain entangled fiercely into his bone marrow. Even Song Minghao had never said such a thing to him, Song Minghao hated him, and habitually stared at him with a fierce look when facing him, and his lilac eyes were always filled with indescribable resentment. There seemed to be a surging fire in his eyes, and his eyes mixed with fire did not turn when he looked at him.

The cool cold wind brushed his face, and the snowflakes fell like white roses in the bay of his eyes. The broken hair tucked behind his ears hung down beside his fair cheeks, Mu Xuan closed his eyes slightly, and the long dark shadows under his eyelids shimmered with the crystal of silver and crystal.

The slender neck swallowed gently,

The peach-petal-like lips open and close leisurely.

"Yes, I wonder if your son knew that he had a good father in the world who cared about him like you, he would be eager to return to you. It must be a great honor in his life to be your son. Mu Xuan's eyes were like stars in the long night, shining brightly.

Looking at Mu Xuan's confused eyes, the man was very careful to restrain the loneliness hidden in his heart.

"I know my son must hate me. Otherwise, he would never have said such a thing. The man's voice was low and there was a suffocating sense of detachment. "I can't go back, I can't go back, my son and my wife and I will never go back to the way we used to be. They will never forgive me for the wrongdoings I made back then. yes, how can I be worthy of their forgiveness for such a forgetful man? “

The man looked at Mu Xuan with a distracted laugh, tears in the corners of his eyes. "I don't blame my son, it's because I didn't do my duty as a father to protect his sensitive and fragile heart, no matter what my son said or did. I don't care about it, but I'm really afraid that he doesn't have the cheerfulness and viability that a five-year-old child should have. “

"It's my fault, it's me, I'm sorry for my son. If I could turn back the clock, I wouldn't let go of my wife's hand. The man cried hysterically in a low voice.

Mu Xuan looked at him blankly, and for a moment a glimmer of surprise flashed in his eyes. His eyes slowly moistened. "How I wish my father would come back to life and say the same thing to me. Mu Xuan's voice was very immature. But the words are not naïve, on the contrary, there is a kind of maturity that five-year-olds do not have.

At that moment, the man stopped sobbing and looked at him with a look of horror in his eyes.

His mouth opened exaggeratedly, and his eyes filled with shock, fear, and despair. His eyes looking at Mu Xuan were complex and deep.

"Can you tell your uncle your name? Uncle will buy you candy as a reward? Uncle child will never and does not want to forget you in his life. ”

Father Song lowered his head slightly and paused, he stared at the little guy for a long time, and finally, he mustered up the courage to raise his fingers and gently scrape the tip of Mu Xuan's nose. "Good boy, is your mother's surname... “

"Her surname is Zheng, and my name is Zheng Muxuan. Mu Xuan looked at the man intently.

"My name is Zheng Muxuan, please remember me. There was a faint glint in his eyes.

The wind blew violently, and the trees on both sides rustled. "Click, click" shook more violently, and the branches were cut off by the howling wind.

When the huge branches fell to the ground, even the snow-covered earth trembled.

Father Song looked at him in a daze, and there was an indescribable feeling in his heart. He stared at him blankly, unable to think of a word for a long time.

"That's good, then from today this is our old place, if you miss your father, come here to find your uncle, okay? “

"Okay, thank you, uncle, for not disliking it. Mu Xuan nodded and gently took the stack of money from his hand. The eyes he looked at him were as still as glass, and there was a faint darkness in the depths of his eyes.

"Good boy, if you like anything, just tell me, and I will do my best to satisfy you. “

The man's face full of gloom then stretched out a bitter smile.

"Well, good. Uncle actually me. Mu Xuan's eyes looked at the briefcase in the middle-aged man's hand, and he was silently distracted. But he soon realized his faux pas, and he looked back into the man's eyes.

The cold wind is getting stronger.

The bitter cold wind shook the branches, the sparse foliage made a noise like a wolf's howl, and the terrible hissing of cotton-wool-like snowflakes flew around like dense bullets.

The wind swirled discrete snow crystals in the low sky as the two men stared.

"Mu Xuan, do you know? You are very much like my long-lost son. If he were by my side, he would be as smart and lovely as you. ”

The man's heart felt as if it was being pulled by something, and it hurt violently as if it had been plucked by a needle, and then even his breathing became rapid.

"You love him so much, that's why you miss him so much now. “

Mu Xuan looked at him quietly, his eyes as clear as snow. He turned his hand and carefully wiped away the tears hanging on both sides of the middle-aged man's nose. "Don't cry, your face is not good-looking, my mother said that the crying child will be in bad health, I think your son will not see you cry if he is here. “

The man was stunned, he looked at Mu Xuan hesitantly, and only after a while did he speak quietly as if muttering to himself.

"I'm sorry to scare you, kid, uncle must be very embarrassed, isn't it. The man hugged his shoulders tightly, and before Mu Xuan could calm down, he impatiently took him into his arms.

"But what's the use of being embarrassed, I didn't cherish it when I had it, and now it's a foregone conclusion, and I can't find my son anymore. My son won't forgive me, he'll hate me for the rest of his life. If he had known the truth and why I had abandoned their mother and son, he would have hated me to the bone. He'll want to eat me alive. Kid, I'm sorry, I'm really sorry. Please don't deny me, I was forced by life at the beginning, and I had no choice but to do it. But what's the use of saying more? What is lost can never be returned. It's everything I buried with my own hands, and I have nothing to regret. What can I do if he denies me? What should I do? Can I give me a chance to make amends to you? I know you won't, and you won't forget your hatred for me. ”

Heavy snorting and hoarse sobs were intertwined and lingered in Mu Xuan's ears. Mu Xuan's throat was unbearably sour, and for a moment he felt that a fishy hot current was about to gush out of his chest, but he still released his clenched fist and gently soothed the man's back. "Uncle, don't cry, Mu Xuan is very sad to see it. “

The man's tears gushed out, like a blizzard bursting out of control.

"Even Mu Xuan, who was born destined not to have a father, has felt your strong love. Not to mention your son, I don't think your son and your wife will be able to bear to look at you like this. Mu Xuan lowered his eyelashes, and the long dark shadow barely covered the strange glow under his eyes.

"Uncle, you can speak to strangers to me, you must be a good husband and father in life. I really envy your son, but it's a pity that I'm not him, my mother often says that my father is a merciless man, otherwise he wouldn't have been taken away by God. “

The man's body shook suddenly, and the pain gradually spread down his heart into every cell in his body. In the severe colic, he slowly straightened his back, his fingertips trembled slightly, and then slowly let go of the hand that was holding Mu Xuan's shoulders.

The roaring cold wind stung his tearful eyes.

In the blink of an eye, the snow like catkins was wrapped in a white mist like light smoke, and the large bewitching white flowers quickly dispersed between the pure white heaven and earth.

"I think I get it. In the evening glow, the man murmured and slowly stood up.

Manyan's snow soaked his suit, and his gray hair sticked viscously to the middle-aged man's increasingly white face. The man crouched down again and again, and with a dizziness that grew more and more rapid, he staggered among the banknotes scattered among the snow.

The restless snow water slowly poured down his stiff neck into his thick clothes, the man tilted his head and inhaled the cold breath suddenly, the snow droplets rolling down in the silent sobs became denser and denser, the man's chest rose and fell violently, and he coughed lightly. Then he slowly turned around with a smile in Mu Xuan's stunned eyes. He walked slowly towards Mu Xuan, trembling one step at a time, trembling at two steps, and the silent snowflakes bloomed wantonly in his guilty gaze when he looked at Mu Xuan.

He couldn't forget Mu Xuan's last glance, which was deeper and colder than the cold wind.

At that moment, his breathing came to an abrupt halt.

After a slight thud, an explosion rolled in.

Father Song silently looked at the drifting snow outside the window, he was as immobile as a carving, and the snowflakes flew intermittently in his eyes full of despair and guilt.

After pondering for a moment, he leaned against the cold wall, his slightly closed eyes filled with tears. He looked at the childhood photo of Mu Xuan secretly taken by his mobile phone and cried like a child. He stood there and muttered to himself for a long time, and then freed up his hand to stroke Mu Xuan's silver halo hair in the mobile phone.

It was the first time he had seen him, and the last time he heard that uncle.

After the snow, the campus was unusually empty, and Qingyi no longer had the hustle and bustle of the past, even if they were in a hurry, everyone looked in a hurry. No one wanted to linger in the icy silver world for an extra minute, and even if Mu Xuan and Qiyue passed by them arm in arm, they were so stingy that they didn't want to twist their frozen necks.

The huge classroom, if it weren't for everyone coming to class, there would be almost no popularity. The teacher kept jumping between the blackboard of the lectern, stretched lazily in the cool summer, and then folded his arms and lay upright on the table.

Her eyelids grew heavier and heavier, and the last glimmer of light in front of her eyes gradually faded, and she slowly closed her eyes and fell asleep deeply and sweetly.

The intense white light passed through the thick cumulus clouds, and the crimson of the remnant sun shuttled through the pure white mist, and then slowly spread on the body of the dead branches bent by the snow, and the bits of red that shook between the branches fell steadily on the black hair of July, and there was a bright halo above her head, and the dazzling brightness seemed to come from the distant horizon. sg

"It's been a long time since I saw Xia Qiyue, are you okay?"

"Long time no see, how's it going?"

"Xia Qi, don't come unharmed. ”

Song Minghao slowly and uneasily moved his body, which was gradually freezing hard. His eyes looked straight into the distance through the rows of lush branches that were either bent or extended.

"Xia Qiyue, tell me honestly, what is going on between you and Zheng Muxuan. ”

"Xia Qiyue, I won't let you choose him. Definitely not. ”

Song Minghao endured the bitter cold, he kept stomping his feet, gritting his teeth and roaring.

From hanging up the phone to now, Song Minghao has been waiting for more than half an hour. He crushed his finger bones, apparently he was getting tired of waiting.

Now even he wasn't sure if he would be able to see him in July. There were some things he couldn't wait to tell her. Even if July will hate him, he still has to say it, even if she really hates him for the rest of her life. After all, this was the last ray of hope he could desperately grasp, and this was also the last shackle that imprisoned Mu Xuan.

Speaking of Zheng Muxuan, sometimes he didn't know why he hated him so much, just because he was another son raised by his father outside, or if they both liked the same girl. Thinking of this, Song Minghao's fingers gripped the nearby branch, and the knuckles continued to retract, and the branch was "rustled" by him. How could he admit defeat directly without fighting, if he didn't fight with him in the summer and July, he might be...

Maybe it will or may not, he understands that this is a bond from fate, and it is fate that binds the two people who have just met together.

"Don't be too complacent, Zheng Muxuan, as long as I am here, I will definitely fight with you to the end. We'll see, but whatever you care about, I'll take it away from you in the same way. "Hehehe. Song Minghao pursed his lips and sneered, and the grim smile gradually stiffened to the point of solidification.

"Song Minghao, you suddenly came to me, there must be something. July perfunctorily picked the corners of his lips.

Her voice was quiet, and there was a terrible coldness in the silence. "Well, I have something to talk to you about, but I think it's better for you to talk about it first. ”

Song Minghao's heart was tightly clenched, and at that moment, the bone-chilling cold air was instilled into his body, and it was fearless in hundreds of millions of cells all over his body. The cold ran from the top of the head to the soles of the feet. It's like being in a bitterly cold abyss.

Time flies by in the eyes of the two...

July is in his eyes at the moment, but the distance...

The unbearable feeling of oppression, the sense of distance, as if she came from another world,

He could feel her cold breath, but he couldn't feel her presence.

"Let's say it first, Xia Qiyue, no matter what you say, I will respect you as always. It's like when we were kids. ”

Song Minghao's heart was beating uneasily.

"Whatever you say, you'll respect me as much as you always do, just like we did when we were kids. Haha, have you ever respected me? Do you know what respect is?"

July's face suddenly cooled, and she smiled coldly and squinted at him. "If you really understood me, you would not agree to marry me. If you really respect me, you shouldn't come to Qingyi without saying hello. And what is the purpose of your coming to Qingyi, do you think I don't know in my heart? Tell me, do you force me to drop out of school and marry you, or take me to study abroad, or you meet your favorite partner in Germany, and you come back to draw a line with me, that's really good. July mocked with poise.

"No, Xia Qiyue, don't you know my sincerity to you? I like you so much, how can I change my mind so easily? And don't you feel my kindness to you at all? July, do you remember what happened when we were young? Especially when your Xia clan regained its strength, Uncle Xia sent you to the Song clan, you are very clingy to me, you chase after me every day, we have breakfast together, count the stars together, why did you say that time passed in a blink of an eye. ”

"Song Minghao, you came to me to catch up with the past, right? Then your ticket is worthless. July looked at him quietly, for a moment she was powerless to refute, those heavy past events weighed her breathless, she didn't even want to hear anything about him again, since the day Song proposed to marry Xia, she didn't have a good impression of him. She hated him, hated him. If he hadn't had to pounce on her with a heavy heart, she would have been as free as Liang Xia now. "You should know that from the moment you agreed to the marriage, I didn't even have brother and sister affection for you, do you remember what I told you before this? I even knelt down and begged you, I begged you not to limit my freedom by this, I said that I really never liked you. ”

Through the hazy and ethereal snow, July stared at the increasingly unfamiliar face in a trance and unusually quietly.

"You tell me the truth, are you in love with that bastard named Zheng Muxuan. ”

Song Minghao decisively interrupted her sideways thoughts, and he looked into her eyes as if he was in a hurry to reveal his heart.

"Xia Qiyue, he is not worthy of you, even if you can agree, your family will definitely not agree. Do you know who he is? Do you know how despicable he is?" Song Minghao grabbed her hand, and July turned his face away from him.

"I know you like him very much, but he doesn't deserve you, and I'm the only one who can match you in this world. ”

"I don't have to worry about me. July pushed his hand away and glared at him fiercely. She couldn't hide the disgust in her heart, as urgent as a hot potato in a hurry.

"No, no, I won't let you choose him in Xia Qiyue. Song Minghao clasped July's hand behind his warm palm.

"July I like you, it has nothing to do with the interests of power, I fell in love with you from the moment I first saw you, the first time you threw yourself into my arms and called my brother lightly. My love for you is deeper than you think. I didn't care about anything from birth to now, but I couldn't care less about you. So as soon as I heard that you met that bastard, I panicked. How can a woman I regard as a treasure be given to others. I'm not reconciled, I don't even have a chance to fight, I just watch you being taken away by someone I hate. ”

Song Minghao's words were abrupt and reckless, he could have such an idea, it was not strange for July, if he turned around and left generously for July, then he must have had another premeditated plan.

"Song Minghao, you said you don't care about anything, but in my eyes, can others easily touch the things you don't care about? Even if those things don't have any value to you. You always take it for granted that everything is yours. ”

July Huo Ran raised his eyes and shouted angrily.

"I said I don't love you, even without him, it will be someone else, but this person will never be you. From the moment you agree to get married, let alone love, even friendship can't withstand such scrutiny. The indifferent and relaxed words were squeezed out from the thin lips of the July Light Qi. But her heart was drumming.

July smiled bitterly.

"If you say something when you are young and ignorant, I will apologize and do my best to compensate you, but please don't take it to heart from now on. After all, it's a six-year-old's joke when he plays at home, how can he count it? ”

What she said was exactly what he was most afraid of, whether she was noisy, yelling, or fighting back fiercely against him, he could bear it all, but he was afraid that she would hate her, especially the resentful eyes when she looked at him, and what made her even more crazy was her begging.

But the reality is cruel, and no matter how beautiful love is, it will come to naught in front of bread. ”

"You don't know that. ”

Song Minghao saw the shadow in July's eyes that had not disappeared.

"It's okay," her voice was still soft, as light as the fog before dawn broke. "I have hands, feet, brains, and I create what I want. Besides, I don't have that much ambition, mediocrity and stability are the biggest desires in my life, I'm not you, you want too many things to fill your desires, and every day you think about taking things that don't belong to you as your own, don't you feel tired in the end. ”

The withered brown branches squeaked as if they were swaying in the strong wind, as if they were a declaration of anger, and listening carefully was more like an accusation.

"Do you know? Zheng Muxuan's real identity is an illegitimate child, he is the son of my father and a prostitute when he was young, if you don't believe me, I can give you an address, you go and inquire to see if what I said is the truth. And July, as the only successor of the Xia family, every part of the road you have taken since you were a child was carefully arranged by your parents, and where would you know how painful and torturous life without support is, so you always impose your ideals into reality, and the future in your eyes is as flashy as a bubble. But he, he's not like you. He is the messenger of hell, and his hatred for our Song clan is innate, and he doesn't want to be prominent in front of me? I live a life without worrying about food and clothing, but what about him? Isn't the world in my eyes the most painful blow to him? Xia Qiyue, a lowly and unwilling person like him, he has absolutely no sincerity towards you, I bet. ”

Song Minghao looked at July who was standing in front of him with a worried face. July looked back at her silently, her face covered in mottled yellow, her eyes intertwined with astonishment and confusion.

"In July, the entanglement between me and him was passed down from my father's generation. You don't know how much he hates our father. He wounded my father in the most vicious language in the pouring rain, and he cursed me repeatedly, saying that I deserved to live in his shadow for the rest of my life, and that what he lost would come back in another way. So he must be the most dazzling star. He swore that when he became half the sky, he would definitely make our Song family pay a terrible price. ”

"Xia Qiyue, I ask you to think about it calmly, it is not difficult to calculate how big the shadow area is in his heart. ”

"Even if you are angry, everything you say to me is false, but what is in front of you is the truth. Facts are facts, they can't be hidden, and the more you want to escape, the more you want to cover them up. And these facts are something that he, Zheng Muxuan, will not dare to let you know in his life. ”

Song Minghao looked at July, and July's breathing became more and more rapid.

The cold snow wind brought a biting cold, and under the dim and dim street lamp, July's mood was solemn and complicated, and she was obviously frightened, but when she looked at Song Minghao, she still had to pretend not to care, she had never seen Song Minghao, let alone heard those testimonies that had no evidence but were conclusive. She Xia Qiyue never doubted whether he deliberately entered his own world, let alone Mu Xuan's love.

"I know you can't accept this reality, and I'm just as shocked as you are when I hear the news. ”

His voice was as gentle as a summer evening breeze, as soft as a flying smoke.

"No, no, you let me go, and immediately disappear in front of me. ”

July suddenly felt an indescribable palpitation, and she unconsciously hugged her shoulders. Her breathing became more and more depressed, her milky delicate skin was almost transparent, and even the faintly twitching veins in her neck became clearer, even if she still replied politely, but after a long silence, Song Minghao clearly felt a thick smell of gunsmoke permeating them. July's deepening pupils are like the darkest night of winter.

"It's still too late for Xia Qiyue to turn back now, don't say anything between you and him, it doesn't matter, even if it happens. As long as you don't say it, I don't say it, the past between you and him will become a secret that no one can reach. July, I can forgive you for your youthful frivolity, and I can spare him for a moment of greed, even if there should be countless bonds between me and him, as long as you are willing to return to my side. The past is all in smoke, so why should I bother with him. I can even give him everything that belongs to me. Xia Qiyue, promise me to come back to me. ”

Song Minghao pleaded, and he looked at her in a daze. "Promise me. ”

"I hate you, you let me go, Song Minghao don't think I'll believe your nonsense, you're not a good man. You are selfish, cold, and self-righteous. If I believe it, is it the same thing as not dodging the gun? No matter what you say Mu Xuan is unbearable, I will not believe it, I must listen to him personally explain the ins and outs to me. Since what you gave me is a fruit, then I believe that there must be a reason for it, and even you say that it is the grievance of your father, then I will definitely not do much care. ”

"What can you do if you don't come from a good background, and what if you have a broken family. Who can judge that people can only live in the pain of the past for the rest of their lives. Song Minghao, I hope this is the last time you mention Mu Xuan to me, and the reason why I chose Mu Xuan is not only because I like him, but also because he is the kind of person I admire, and now when I hear you talk about his past, I feel that he is the kind of person who is tough and tenacious. I'm sorry, but I love him even more. ”

July finished speaking, and disappeared at the other end of the playground without looking back. For her, even if it was only a quarter of an hour, not to mention how long the time of this flowing water was, Qiyue, who turned around sharply, frowned, and the moment she heard about Mu Xuan's origin from his mouth, she only felt that the four inches of heaven above her head had collapsed. She looked down at the tips of her shoes, and it was not right to walk at the moment, nor was it right to stop. For a moment, she suddenly wanted to patiently ask Mu Xuan for clarification, but when the words came to her mouth, she still dispelled such thoughts. She will wait, and she will wait for as long as she wants.

Song Minghao walked out of the playground, his hand holding the car key trembling slightly. He put his head on the steering wheel, he was so tired that he didn't even have the strength to start the car. He exhaled heavily, and galloped aimlessly down the deserted street. He kept slamming on the accelerator, the hands of the timer spun rapidly, and the heat swept across his pale face. His heart was not happy, on the contrary, his heart was extremely cold, and he still felt the bitter cold that hurt his heart even as the blazing heat spread and swept through his body.

The phone rings and vibrates rapidly.

"Damn. He ignored it, he felt sorry for himself. I have to admit that his brain just now is disqualified and messy, if Xia Qiyue repeatedly does not show affection and does not give her a chance to get closer to her again, his tense heartstrings will collapse.

In the lonely twilight, he used all his strength to park the car in the parking lot of Song's villa, and then kicked open the door with a face of frost.

He can endure those people betraying him for no reason, he can endure Zheng Muxuan's endless entanglement, but he just can't stand the woman who is obviously his favorite woman, how can it be someone else's in a few years.

He stormed into the bedroom, and the door slammed shut in a whirlwind. His ears echoed with the cynicism of Gu Beichen on the other end of the phone, just now Song Minghao had just left the call from Cui Xueli, Zhou Huixi had dropped out, and Cui Xueli had already applied to the school to go to Germany for further study in the near future. What he was most afraid of was such a farce, for a while he couldn't accept the reality that everyone was leaving him, and he didn't want to face Zheng Muxuan's provocation alone.

The lights in the room went out instantly without warning, and he pulled the curtains angrily, and a bleak dim light came into his eyes with a "tearing" sound, and his handsome face had already been distorted to the point of abruptness. He shouted in rage.

"Get out, get out of here. Roll out, useless things, don't leave any of them, roll with you, and roll as far as possible. Waste, idiot. A loud roar broke the silence of the night.

"Ahh Song Minghao cursed hoarsely, the shout was as abominable as thunder, and anyone who heard it would jump to the point of collapse.

"I warn you that it's best not to act rashly, otherwise no matter who your father is, even if it is our Song Clan's partner, I will not save you any face. Gu Beichen, your thoughts are very dangerous, so that your situation must be equally dangerous. You wait for me, wait for me to step into the gate of ease, and I will make you never have peace. Song Minghao unscrupulously threatened.

"Boom. The bleak white light suddenly became almost hideous, and the bright light looked straight at Venus in front of Ming Hao's eyes. He felt that everything in his eyes was spinning rapidly, and in the ensuing darkness, he raised his hand and scratched wildly. Even though there was a hot breath in his stomach churning incessantly. He grudged the corner of the table, shrugged his shoulders uneasily, and bit his lip so hard that he wouldn't make a sound.

"Song Minghao, I have something important to talk to you about. Please give me an hour. I think my son is very smart, and being easy is not the right choice. Kid, you can't make jokes about your schoolwork. Please, open the door. “

Father Song let out a long sigh and praised him in a flashy tone.

", you have something to say to your bastard. Through the door, Song Minghao scolded.

"Good boy, Dad only has one son, what are you talking nonsense? Father Song was confused, and he agreed blankly.

"You're saying that this matter has something to do with Zheng Muxuan, right?"

Father Song slowly came back to his senses from the stunned surprise just now, "You open the door first, this matter is simply too easy to handle." His words were hurried and excited. "What's the matter, you are really all children, I thought you had a quarrel with Mu Xuan, or with July?" Father Song had an incredible confidence on his face.

"I know you like Xia Qiyue very much, but this matter needs to be done slowly. Please, you give them a little time, so that I can come forward to talk to Father July, and I believe that the Xia family will definitely give us an explanation. You don't know what kind of heart that kid is like in July? She listened to her father the most. Father Song said with a wry smile.

"Xia's Xia's, you go to July's parents as soon as you have the slightest trivial, no wonder July has such a deep misunderstanding with me. From today onwards, you will interfere less in my affairs. Let me hear about the marriage from Uncle Xia again, I'll ask you. Even if you're my father, I won't give up. ”

The air froze again, and Song Minghao's voice was even more terrifying than hell!

"That's enough, I don't want to say another word to you, I'm going to take a shower, you can go back to the house early. Song Minghao shouted loudly. His body shook violently, and it was clear that he was so angry that he had nothing to say to anyone.

"Smack. The voice-activated lights in the corridor went out instantly, and in the dark corridor, Song's father stood in front of Song Minghao's door for a long time and silently. He stared distractedly at the door that shone with a dark glow.

In the long darkness, his heart tightened, and then he felt a sharper tingling.

In the bathroom as bright as day,

The goose-yellow light dwells in the mist that spreads from all directions, and the flickering blazing light sometimes illuminates the bathroom brightly, sometimes hazy and romantic.

Song Minghao gritted his teeth, his jaw tightened, his eyes were half-squinted arrogantly, he hated him very much, he hated him No matter what he liked, he had to intervene. He was so excited that he didn't even take off his shirt and stood under the cold shower with a look of disdain, the water splashing straight above his head drenched his close-fitting clothes, and his sexy and tall 8-pack abs rose and fell powerfully.

The wind rustled the curtains.

In the falling column of water, Song Minghao slowly raised his head and slowly opened his eyes. He looked at his handsome face like a sculpture in the mirror, although it was not as handsome as Zheng Muxuan's face, but it was not so annoying to look at it for a long time. The corners of Song Minghao's tense lips twitched contemptuously, he closed his eyes indifferently, and covered his forehead with both hands, although the rumors about him have been endless, but the first time he saw that young man, he didn't dare to take chances, he had sworn that he would take away everything that belonged to him, and he said righteously that it was out of debt. Song Minghao was completely immersed in his emotional bonding with him, and his eyes kept flying over the picture of Zheng Muxuan and Xia Qiyue holding hands and kissing affectionately. "Get out, get out, get out!" he slammed the mirror in front of him with a fist in a fit of rage.

"Whoa!"

The fragments of the mirror slipped one by one, sliding into Song Minghao's slowly blurred vision. Looking at himself in the mirror who was gradually turning into pieces, the corners of Song Minghao's lips twitched. Through the faint mist, his clenched fist clenched hands flowed intermittently with dark red blood, and shards of glass pierced into the back of his hand, and he felt no pain at all. The smashed glass shards, along with the dark red blood stains beneath his feet, slowly poured into the trough. In the swirling warm light, he turned off the shower head and walked out of the bathroom with a blank face.