Some people say that happy times are short-lived, but why can't time stop living in pain?

In Villa No. 6 of Yujing Garden, Mu Xingfeng stood in the spacious master bedroom, and the walls and roofs of the bedroom were all enlarged photos of the girl.

One by one, the stickers are full and tight.

Facing the big wall of the bed, under the illumination of the projector, the girl's red little face pouted at the man, and the eyes of the two stayed on the camera, their eyes full of happiness and sweetness.

Mu Xingfeng stood in front of the photo, reached out to touch the girl's ruddy little face, he remembered the feel, slippery, soft, some baby fat, it was very comfortable to pinch gently, but every time she pinched her, the girl would wrinkle her little nose in protest with dissatisfaction.

The cold temperature of the wall came from his fingertips, and Mu Xingfeng's fingers shrunk, moved slowly, and moved to the girl's pursed mouth, where the temperature was still cold.

He leaned over slowly, and a kiss landed there.

"Knock knock—"

There was a knock on the door, and Mu Xingfeng slowly moved away, the fragility on his face and the pain in his eyes dissipated without a trace the moment he turned around, replaced by the same cold and prohibitive coldness as ever.

He didn't speak, he walked directly to the bedroom door, opened the door and walked out, closing the room of thoughts tightly.

Jiao Lei at the door seemed to be accustomed to Mu Xingfeng like this, standing respectfully two meters away from the door of the bedroom, and after Mu Xingfeng came out and walked to the study, he followed his steps and walked over.

For five years, in the past five years, Mu Xingfeng has not given up looking for An Ran's whereabouts, and his Mu family has already become a myth in the business world, not only the entire empire, but even some countries in Southeast Asia and Europe.

Everyone said that Mu Xingfeng was arrogant and ambitious, and he could easily resign as the captain of the only special combat team in the empire, and he was even more disdainful of the rank of major general, and his goal was not in the empire.

Those in the know know that his goal is indeed not the Empire, and that he has only one ambition, which is to find his lost wife.

However, this search is five years.

In order to expand his influence, he worked day and night to promote M Moser's business to the world and spread his philanthropy to every corner of the world.

Muhammad warmed more people in need with its ideas, but as the head of Muhammad, no one could warm his dead heart.

Jiao Lei walked two steps behind Mu Xingfeng, and when the spring flowers were blooming, it made him feel a chill behind him.

He has been with him for almost ten years, at first he was a soldier under him, and then he became a guard he secretly cultivated, and five years ago when he was demobilized, he followed him and became his most effective assistant.

People say behind their backs that Mu Xingfeng can come to this day is inseparable from Mu Xingfeng's cold-blooded ruthlessness, Mu Xingfeng is ruthless, cold-blooded and ruthless, and when he first entered the business circle, he did not let go of his sworn brother Gu.

Today, Mu Shi stepped on the blood and tears of countless people.

Only Jiao Lei knew that Mr. was cold, and when they were soldiers under him, they had seen the cold-bloodedness of recruits in training, but he was not ruthless in cold-bloodedness.

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