Mu Zhijun pushed the door in, Jian Yiyun was buried in front of the desk, quietly copying Buddhist scriptures, Wen Youheng was sitting opposite her, studying an ancient ink in his hand, so beautiful that he was jealous.

In the past, Wen Youheng said that he robbed him, but Mu Zhijun didn't think it, but at this time, this feeling was extremely clear.

It turned out that when Jian Yiyun and Wen Youheng were together, they could have the current leisurely expression, unlike him, and they would always only bring her uneasiness and pain.

He stared at the two of them for a while, and the two people in the study clearly felt this sudden gaze, but no one looked up, no one spoke, and they still maintained the beauty just now and did not want to break it.

"Wife, I have something to tell you. ”

He knocked on the wooden wall, forcibly focusing the attention of both on himself.

Jian Yiyun wanted to raise his head and look at him calmly as before, but he found that he could no longer look at Mu Zhijun now, so he could only pretend to turn the page and continue to write.

Listening to Mu Zhijun's tone, it seems that He Muze did not tell Mu Zhijun what she found, but it also saved her the trouble of listening to the explanation again.

"I'll talk about it after my grandfather's funeral, okay?"

If he didn't talk about everything tonight, Mu Zhijun felt that his old illness would recur and he would start tossing and turning and unable to sleep, but Jian Yiyun's attitude of being a man and thousands of miles away forced him to close his mouth that he wanted to open again.

can only reluctantly compromise, "Okay, listen to you." It's late, let's go rest. ”

Wen Youheng, who had been facing away from Mu Zhijun, subconsciously glanced at the person opposite, and saw that she was still copying there calmly, and couldn't help but secretly rejoice in her heart, but this kind of joy didn't last long, and her heart was filled with a kind of loneliness and heartache.

empathy, so he will inevitably be infected with her emotions, even if Jian Yiyun and Mu Zhijun are separated, how happy can he be?

"I want to copy enough of the nine scriptures, it may take a little time, you go to sleep first. ”

Mu Zhijun walked towards her dissatisfied, "I'll lose sleep if you're not there." ”

"No, it won't. ”

Jane Yiyun smiled, somewhat sarcastic.

Not to mention that insomnia has already been cured, even if it is not good, she can't be considerate of his problems for other women and treat herself as a curative medicine, why should she be so great? and she doesn't plan to become a Buddha and an immortal, not to mention that he Mu Zhijun is not a person who can remember people.

Mu Zhijun was uncomfortable by her laughter, and always felt uneasy and depressed, pacing back and forth behind her, trampling the wooden floor with his leather shoes, Jian Yiyun was noisy by him, but he just didn't make a sound to stop him, and let him toss and make trouble.

It is actually a terrible thing for men to be naïve.

"Wife!"

"Don't make noise. ”

"Don't be like this, okay......"

"Mu Zhijun, you let me copy the scriptures quietly for a while, is it okay?"

There was a little impatience in her tone, Mu Zhijun was hurt by her own discovery, and she felt so uncomfortable.

His little things are actually starting to annoy him.

In the past, the coquettishness of the hundred trials began to work, Mu Zhijun was anxious, at a loss, he had forgotten for a long time the feeling of not being able to coax Jian Yiyun, he subconsciously regarded her as a prisoner imprisoned in his heart, and on the other hand, he regarded her as a lover who loved each other deeply and never separated, he was confident and sure, thinking that no matter what happened, he would definitely be able to coax her, and now this state was completely unexpected by him.

Look at the current situation, not only is there no sign of reconciliation, but it is even more serious!

"Everything can be calculated, but feelings are not good, everything has shortcuts, but love needs to be taken one step at a time, cousin, don't use your set in the mall to Xiaoyun, if you love her, please learn to respect her first. ”

Wen Youheng put down the inkstone in his hand, got up and gave him the place, and said to Jian Yiyun: "You definitely didn't have a good dinner, I'll go and help you get something to eat." ”

Once again, the topic was rounded back to "respect".

This was the initial and heaviest topic between Jian Yiyun and Mu Zhijun.

She used to be just a mistress and a belonging, and reciprocity did not exist between the two of them from the beginning, so it is inevitable that she will come to this day.

Jian Yiyun felt that the chair opposite him was like a spell, and whoever sat on it would be as quiet as a statue, such as Mu Zhijun at the moment, he was silent, but it was more like being poked in the sore spot.

What Wen Youheng said, how could it not be Jian Yiyun's heart, what kind of deliberate understanding is not as good as the understanding that can be achieved with heart.

Maybe life is like this, a woman, she will always meet two men like this in her life, one you love him, he doesn't love you, the other he loves you, you don't love him.

The floor clock in the corner of the wall clicked and walked, but what flowed in every second was the strange embarrassment between the two.

"Go back to bed early, it's late......"

"Got it. ”

Mu Zhijun didn't bother anymore, even if he was very reluctant in his heart, he didn't dare to provoke her again, so he could only force himself to give her a little time to calm down.

Jian Yiyun looked at his departing back, but felt that the wind and sand covered his eyes and couldn't open them anymore.

Suddenly came back to her senses, her eyes were very wet, and Wen Youheng was standing at the door with a tray looking at her.

"If you can't bear it, it's better to ......"

"There are so many reluctances in life, if you force yourself every time, it will be very hard, and the long pain is better than the short pain. ”

Wen Youheng put the small bowl of wontons on the tray in front of her and said dotingly: "Follow your ideas, as long as you are happy." ”

"Go to sleep. ”

"Well, you...... Don't get too tired. ”

"That's right, girl. He walked to the door, suddenly turned back and whispered, "Three days later, at noon, a merchant ship will arrive in Kenya." ”

Jane nodded gratefully at him.

Three days later, it was the day of the funeral of the old man Cen, and at noon he would have a banquet for relatives and friends from all over the world in the hotel.

This is indeed her best opportunity, she is worried that she can't find a chance and can't think of a way to leave, Wen Youheng has already done everything for her.

Jian Yiyun was worried that after she left, if she was found out by Mu Zhijun, it would affect Wen Youheng, but right now, she was too selfish to take care of it.

Worried that she would reveal her clues and be noticed by Mu Zhijun, she locked herself in the study for three days, under the pretext of copying scriptures, and only made a small pier in front of the case every day, and the long time without rest made her body in a state of extreme exhaustion, and she was shaking when she took two steps, and she was already weak.

The funeral of the old man Cen was grand, ten miles long, almost an alternative gathering of high society, all kinds of black luxury cars parked at the foot of the mountain in an orderly manner, everyone got out of the car and automatically lined up to follow the person carrying the coffin in front of the mountain to the top of the mountain.

According to the rules, Mu Zhijun walked in front with the portrait of the old man, and then a group of descendants of the Cen family, although Jian Yiyun and Mu Zhijun had received the certificate, but they did not have a public wedding, so they could only be with Lin Haoran and Jian Mingxuan.

Of course, this is also what she can't ask for.

The line was too long, the front ones had already reached the halfway point, and the back ones were still waiting at the foot of the mountain.

Lin Haoran pulled Jian Yiyun, and the two of them quietly slowed down their pace together, and were slowly rushed to the back by the crowd, and by the time everyone got on the mountain road, they were already at the end of the team.

"Wen Youheng has already told me, you come with me!"

Lin Haoran took her and ran wildly all the way to the innermost side of the mountain road.

At the foot of the mountain, there were already people waiting in an inconspicuous black Mercedes-Benz arranged by Wen Youheng.

"He will send you to the dock, the boat will depart in forty minutes, at this time Mu Zhijun must still be on the mountain and has not come down, you have to take care of yourself, when the limelight passes, I will go abroad with Xiaoxuan to see you." Lin Haoran stuffed Jian Yiyun, who had not fully reacted, into the back seat, and took a small travel bag from the trunk and threw it into her arms, "There is a new ID card and passport inside, as well as a passbook of a Swiss bank handled with this ID card, and a small part of cash, if it is not enough, I will find a way to transfer it to you at that time, remember, you must take good care of yourself, foreign countries are not as good as domestic ones, you must pay attention to safety, you know?"

Lin Haoran said as he spoke, his eyes turned red first, "I'm a useless brother, I used to make trouble for you, and I can't protect you now, don't blame me, if you have a chance to meet in the future, my brother will definitely be good to you as a cow and a horse." ”

Jian Yiyun hugged the travel bag, staring sullenly, for fear that she would accidentally blink off the hot and crystal thing.

"You also take good care of yourself, don't mess around anymore, do business honestly and find a good woman to marry, if you can, remember to help me take care of Xiaoxuan." ”

"I will, don't worry, let's go, don't live and die, just take a trip, and we'll meet again soon." He said that he was comforting Jian Yiyun, but in fact, he was not comforting himself.

Both of them know very well in their hearts that they fled from Mu Zhijun's hands, no matter whether he loves Jian Yiyun or not, it is impossible to die well, unless Mu Zhijun has amnesia or Jian Yiyun dies, otherwise, the chance of the brothers and sisters wanting to meet again in this life is probably slim, but no one dares to say the last goodbye, for fear of cutting off the only remaining hope in their hearts.

"Jane Yiyun. ”

Before closing the car door, Lin Haoran suddenly called out to her again, "Jian Yiyun, I want to hear you call me brother."

His eyes were clearer than ever, and all that was left was prayer, so he cautiously asked, "Is that okay?"

Tears slid down as soon as they "swooped".

"Brother!"

Jian Yiyun couldn't control her emotions anymore, she got out of the back seat and hugged him heavily, and she couldn't remember how shameless the person she was holding was in the past.

Flesh and blood affection, life and death, no matter how sad it is, not to mention that there will be no time in the future.