A month later, Lin Mufan and Mu Qing's wedding anniversary was held as scheduled.

Mu Qingyou took Lin Mufan's arm, accompanied him, and greeted the guests with a smile gracefully, and Lin Mufan's cold face also had a rare gentle smile.

Regarding the matter between Lin Mufan and Mu Qingyou, basically the entire upper-class circle knows that now looking at the two of them in love, both men and women, can't help but show envious eyes.

With a decent smile on his face, he shuttled through the crowd, and suddenly, there was a commotion at the entrance, and a tall figure appeared in everyone's sight.

Mu Qingyou's eyes widened, and the little hand holding Lin Mufan tightened for a while, and his eyes were full of disbelief.

How can it be?

That man......

Is it really him?

Lin Mufan also noticed the commotion in the crowd, especially the abnormality of the quiet curtain, as she looked over, when she saw the familiar figure, Lin Mufan squinted her eyes slightly, and her gaze was instantly cold.

As if he didn't notice the movement of the surrounding crowd, he saw the man with a calm face, with a shallow smile on his face, slowly walking towards Lin Mufan and Mu Qingyou.

Mu Qingyou looked at the man standing in front of him, and his exposed skin was covered with goosebumps, cold, cold all over his body.

"You ......" Mu Qingyou looked at the man in front of him in disbelief, tears filled his eyes, and he couldn't stop trembling.

No!

No way!

Isn't he already ......

Mu Qingyu's mind was blank, and the hand holding Lin Mufan unconsciously let go, and he couldn't help but take two steps back, as if he had seen a ghost, his face was pale, and there was no trace of blood.

"Who are you?" Mu Qingyou covered her lips, and her body trembled slightly.

Isn't he dead?

So, who is this man in front of him?

When the man heard Mu Qingyu's words, a bitter smile appeared on his handsome face, and his voice was hoarse, with a hint of crying: "Youyou, I haven't seen you for a year, don't you remember me?" ”

That title, only the man in his memory would call himself so affectionately, and when he opened his mouth to call out that name, the tears that Mu Qingyou had been rolling in his eyes could no longer be held back, and slowly slipped down his cheeks.

"I'm back, Yuyu, I'm back." The man muttered softly.

"Ziwei ......" Mu Qingyou unconsciously called his name: "Impossible, they all say that you are dead, who are you?" Why impersonate Ziwei? Why ......"

"No, it can't be." Muqing muttered to himself, as if to convince himself.

Back then, I personally attended his funeral and watched him buried, why did the person who was obviously dead stand in front of him at this moment?

The mind of the curtain is blank, the eyes are empty, and the color of the past has been lost.

Qi Ziwei heard Mu Qingyu's words, hooked his lips, and smiled lightly: "I'm not dead, I'm back." ”

After speaking, Qi Ziwei set his eyes on Lin Mufan, who had a gloomy face, with a hint of provocation in his eyes.

Not dead?

What the hell is going on?

Not only was Mu Qingyou frightened, but even the surrounding guests were taken aback by Qi Ziwei's sudden appearance, gathered together, and discussed with each other.

Lin Mufan's face was calm, and he slowly walked to Mu Qingyou's side, reaching out to hold her shoulder, but Mu Qingyou subconsciously dodged.

Mu Qingyou didn't know what was wrong with him, in front of Qi Ziwei, especially in front of Qi Ziwei, who came back from the dead, he couldn't do such an intimate move with Lin Mufan.

She didn't notice that her actions hurt Lin Mufan very much, Lin Mufan looked at her empty palm, put down her arms, and clasped them together, feeling very depressed.

Qi Ziwei glanced at Lin Mufan, and when he met his indifferent and gloomy gaze, the corners of Qi Ziwei's lips hooked up a sarcastic arc.

Lin Mufan naturally also received Qi Ziwei's provocative eyes and sarcastic sneer, his face was expressionless, and his eyes gradually became cold.

He did it on purpose.

Deliberately appeared on his wedding anniversary.

Lin Mufan hooked his lips and smiled coldly: Are you so eager to argue with yourself?

Mu Qingyou didn't notice the turbulent dark tide between Lin Mufan and Qi Ziwei, and was focused on the news that Qi Ziwei was not dead, staring at his eyes, letting tears soak his face, and Mu Qingyou cried fiercely: "You are not dead, since you are not dead, why don't you come back?" Why is it only here now? Why ......"

She had too many doubts, too many things she didn't understand, and she looked at the man in front of her with tears in her eyes, crying sadly.

Qi Ziwei's eyes were slightly moist, his throat slidied, and he said in a hoarse voice: "I heard that today is your wedding anniversary with Lin Mufan, I came to bless you, and now I am relieved to see your happiness." ”

"Mr. Lin, I wish you and Youyou Baitou to grow old and be united forever."

Qi Ziwei looked at Lin Mufan meaningfully, and then, without waiting for the curtain to react, he turned around and walked towards the door as he came.

Mu Qingyou looked at Qi Ziwei's departing back in astonishment, until the figure disappeared in front of him, and suddenly came back to his senses, and Mu Qingyou was about to chase in the direction of the door with his skirt.

Lin Mufan grabbed Mu Qingyou's arm and hissed in a hoarse voice: "You'er......"

"You let me go." Mu Qingyou shook off Lin Mufan's big hand, his eyes were full of panic, and then regardless of Lin Mufan's injured look, he quickly rushed towards the door.

This is the second time that Mu Qingyou has rejected Lin Mufan, looking at his hand raised in mid-air, Lin Mufan's heart is empty, as if he has lost something important, and the sting is incomparable.

When the curtain came out, Qi Ziwei was no longer visible, she looked around and called anxiously: "Ziwei...... Qi Ziwei ......"

Where is it?

Where the hell is he?

Why did it just appear and then disappear again?

"Qi Ziwei, you come out...... Come out......" called out like a madman.

Tears soaked her face, the curtain was quiet but there was no time to care, she kept calling, but there was no response, only the cold air invaded her body and mind, making her extremely cold.

"Woo ......"

Mu Qingyou slowly squatted down, hugged himself tightly, and cried bitterly.

Did she lose that man again?

Lin Mufan chased him out of the venue, and at a glance he saw Mu Qingyou squatting on the side of the road, hugging himself tightly like a helpless child.

The cry tore at Lin Mufan's heart fiercely