Su Ke only felt a trace of temperature on his forehead, and when he opened his eyes, he just met Mu Nanyi's deep eyes.

Mu Nanyi smiled under his breath, looking like he was in a good mood.

"I will be discharged from the hospital tomorrow, but I am not in a hurry to go to work, the time is up to you." Mu Nanyi said.

Su Ke nodded, and now everything was left to him to decide.

As he was talking, Su Ke's mobile phone rang, an unfamiliar number.

"Hello you?"

"Do you have the phone number of the reporter you interviewed that day?"

The person on the other end of the phone did not report his home, but Mu Nanyi next to him had already heard the voice.

"It's Mu Yanmo." Mu Nanyi said softly.

"I have. Hold on. ”

After Su Ke finished speaking, he found a business card in the bag next to him, and fortunately he put it in the bag yesterday.

After reporting the phone, Mu Yanmo hung up the phone.

"What's going on?" Su Ke asked.

Mu Nanyi looked for it in the phone and handed it to Su Ke.

On the website of the fashion magazine, it is the photo of Mu Yanmo's art exhibition yesterday.

The most important thing is the content, which tells the story of the painting with the name "Hatsu".

"How would she know the story of this painting?"

"This should be what Mu Yanmo wants to ask." Mu Nanyi responded lightly.

At this moment, Tong Jiajia, who was in the editor-in-chief's room, received a call.

"Hey, hello."

"Remove the content from the site for me immediately!"

Mu Yanmo was very angry, the story of that painting had never been known by a third person, and now that it was exposed, he couldn't tolerate it.

Tong Jiajia was slightly stunned, and immediately guessed whose phone it was.

"Mr. Mu, I'm really sorry, I can't delete it if it's published on this website."

"Delete it immediately!"

Mu Yanmo tried his best to suppress his emotions in his heart, and his anger was breeding, and he might explode in the next second.

"I'm sorry, I can't." Tong Jiajia refused directly.

Mu Yanmo hung up the phone and sat in the car panting.

Then he stepped on the accelerator and drove aimlessly.

He is in a very bad mood right now, and he can't put it into words.

An outlet is needed, and possibly more of a cooling.

I saw my own story from someone else's pen, and suddenly I felt. A lot of things are buried in his heart.

He thought he would forget, he would forget, but now he feels that it was just an excuse for himself.

The car kept driving, and Mu Yanmo's mind was thinking about things.

When I glanced around, I saw a shop on the side of the road.

The title of "him" immediately attracted Mu Yanmo's attention.

After making an emergency turn, I turned around and went straight to the studio.

The door of the studio was open, and there was no one inside, so Mu Yanmo went in and took a turn.

Walking quietly.

The style of painting here is completely different from his, just a glance at it, he can see that it is from a woman's hand.

Soft feeling.

Suddenly looking up, Mu Yanmo saw the painting, the man's back......

Like his painting, a simple back.

It's just that the technique is rusty, and compared with other paintings, this painting looks like a beginner's painting.

Mu Yanmo looked a little familiar, but for a while he couldn't remember where he had seen it.

"Hello, what's ......?"

Tong Yan came out of the back room. The apron on his body is still the same oil paint.

When he looked up and saw Mu Yanmo again, he was suddenly stunned.

She looked a little flustered, and she thought she must be hallucinating.

From yesterday to now, she has been staying in the studio inside, painting day and night.

In fact, no one ordered the painting at all. She just felt safe there.

The feeling of fullness can make her forget that feeling.

However, now, seeing Mu Yanmo in front of him, the shackles and precautions in his heart. It's slowly disintegrating.

The hand on his side has unconsciously grasped the corner of the apron.

Hold it hard, as if you want to tear it off.

"Is that you?" Mu Yanmo was surprised.

The woman in front of him was no stranger, a woman who had followed him for seven years.

It's pestering him all the time.

That is, in the first two years, it suddenly disappeared, and there was a moment of unaccustomedness.

He simply forgot about something else.

Two simple words have already made Tong Yan a little excited.

The footsteps unconsciously want to take a step back, two steps.

It didn't stop until it kicked the barrel in the back.

Realizing his uneasiness, Tong Yan hurriedly pulled out a smile.

"It's me."

As if he had exhausted all his strength, Tong Yan felt that the breath in his chest came out.

"This is your studio?"

Mu Yanmo asked her, pointing to everything around her.

In Mu Yanmo's impression. Tong Yan doesn't know how to draw, to be precise, a woman who doesn't have any talent for painting.

"Yes, it's mine."

"It's good, I didn't know you had your own studio here."

"Well, I didn't expect that either."

The two of them said politely, maintaining their initial posture and not moving.

It's not that Tong Yan doesn't want to move, but he can't move at all.

It was as if my feet were stuck to the ground, and it was difficult to take a single step.

After chatting for a while, Mu Yanmo glanced at his mobile phone. It's not early.

"You're good, but it's a remote place."

"Well, it's okay, you need a quiet place to paint, and this is just the right place."

"Well, that's right, I have something to do in a while, so I won't stay long, you get busy first."

After Mu Yanmo finished speaking, he turned around and prepared to leave.

I found something blocking the other end, and walked to the other side.

Just passed by Tong Yan's side.

It may really be that his feet have been numb, and he was inadvertently brought by Mu Yanmo, and the whole person couldn't stand steadily.

rushed to Mu Yanmo's body.

Mu Yanmo's eyes quickly held on, but despite this, the dye on Tong Yan's body still touched his suit.

"Ah, I'm sorry. Get your clothes dirty. ”

Tong Yan hurriedly apologized and took the clean rag next to him to wipe it.

There are still some that can't be wiped off, and Tong Yan keeps apologizing.

"It's okay, just go back and wash up later."

Mu Yanmo gently brushed away the rag and inadvertently touched Tong Yan's cold hand.

The sensation of electric shock.

Tong Yan took his hand away in a panic. Stand there and look at him.

is like a child who makes mistakes, as long as he is in front of him, Tong Yan doesn't know what to do.

"It's okay, I'll go first."

After Mu Yanmo finished speaking, he didn't stop for a moment and went out.

Sitting in the car, looking at the paint on the corner of the clothes, there was not a trace of the urge to get angry.

The anger in my heart dissipated in an instant.

Mu Yanmo suddenly laughed in a low voice and shook his head helplessly. Drive away.

He didn't go to Tong Jiajia to theorize, since he wrote it, he wrote it, it doesn't matter anymore.

Tong Yan watched Mu Yanmo's car leave, and the whole person lost his center of gravity and sat on the ground.

Look down at the hand that touched him.

His temperature seemed to be still there, faintly hot.

Like a dream. Wake up and it's over......

……

In a residence in Beicheng, Liu Xueqing sat on the sofa drinking red wine, and a man sat next to her, who was the Wei Feng that Mo Zhanbai said.

"Are you sure you'll succeed?" Liu Xueqing asked.

Wei Feng smiled, his fingers lightly tapping his thighs. He said, "Don't worry, you can rest assured that my people will do things." ”

After speaking, he didn't forget to touch Liu Xueqing's thigh.

The door snapped open, and the scarred man appeared in front of him with a wound.

"What's wrong?" Wei Feng was a little surprised to see him like this.

"The person is gone, and Boss Mo took it away. Let me bring you a message. ”

The scar man deliberately came to Wei Feng the next day, for fear that Mo Zhanbai would send someone to follow him.

Although he knew that Mo Zhanbai's forces would definitely find Wei Feng's place, and where the others were.

But that's loyalty to your employer.

"Mo Zhanbai?" Wei Feng asked.

Wei Feng frowned, recalled it carefully, and remembered Mo Zhanbai.

"Xueqing, do you know what the relationship between Su Ke and Mo Zhanbai is?" Wei Feng asked.

Liu Xueqing shook her head, "I don't know, I only know the relationship between Su Ke and the Mu family, and Mo Zhanbai doesn't know him." ”

"Mo Zhanbai is not a nosy person, how could he meddle in this matter?"

Wei Feng was a little incomprehensible. Without Mo Zhanbai's involvement, this matter would have been much easier to solve, and now that he is involved, it is a little tricky.

"What's wrong, Feng?"

"It's okay, let's not do it for now. Look at what Mo Zhanbai means. ”

Although he has not moved much over the years, his strength is still there, and Wei Feng's ability cannot compete with him.

As soon as Liu Xueqing heard this, she didn't say anything anymore.

……

Su Ke was discharged from the hospital, and the first thing he did when he came home was to wash inside and out and change into clean clothes.

Suddenly, I felt refreshed, and the smell of medical alcohol on my body disappeared in an instant.

As soon as I was lying in bed, my phone rang.

Mo Zhanbai's call surprised Su Ke.

"Mr. Mo?"

"I heard you were discharged?" Mo Zhanbai is very well-informed.

In the morning, I heard the news that Su Ke was discharged from the hospital, and I chose to turn on the phone when it was close to noon.

"Hmm. How does Mr. Mo know? ”

"There's nothing I don't know, as long as I want to."

Mo Zhanbai smiled quietly on the other end of the phone, with a somewhat magnetic voice, and the voice of laughter was also very charming.

Su Ke didn't know how to answer, so he could only smile.

"Now that I've been discharged from the hospital. I don't know if Miss Su can keep her promise. ”

"Promises? What promises? ”

"Didn't you say that you would invite me to dinner after I was discharged from the hospital? I'm afraid it's been too long and you've forgotten, so I'll give you a call to remind you. Mo Zhanbai didn't beat around the bush.

"I won't forget, it's just time to have lunch in a while, so I always have time now."

"That's exactly what I mean."

"I'll see you in that moment."

Su Ke was about to hang up the phone after speaking. There was a white magnetic voice in his ears again.

"Where, I'm going to pick you up?"

"Uh...... All right. ”

Su Ke reported the address, cleaned up, and after a while, Mo Zhanbai's car arrived.

Wearing a smoky gray suit. Leaning sideways against the car door, he watched Su Ke come out of the villa with sunglasses.

The gentleman opened the car door, "Miss Su has been waiting for a long time, please get in the car." ”

"Thank you."

Su Ke did not refuse, got into the car, and Mo Zhanbai followed closely behind and got into the car and sat in the co-pilot.

"I thought it was going to be the driver."

"When I go out to dinner with you, of course, I have to drive myself."

After Mo Zhanbai finished speaking, he kicked off the accelerator and drove towards the food street.