Fang Zhidong looked at Mu Dianke's eyes as firm as iron, his heart moved slightly, and he pretended to be careless and said: "You have such a deep relationship with Chang Qianfo, has he ever told you his true identity?" ”

The true identity of Chang Qianfo?

Mu Dian remembered that on the night of the fire in Liuxian Residence, Chang Qianfo punched Fang Xian for her, and once told her that it was inconvenient to tell her about some things for the time being, and if there was an opportunity, I would slowly inform her.

Now that I think about it, he should be talking about his own identity.

It's just that Mu Dian is an outsider, so it's inconvenient to know.

Fang Zhidong saw that Mu Dianke was suspicious, and continued: "Have you ever thought that the old man in Changjiabao never should have any invitation, but why did he suddenly accept your grandfather's battle post a month before the Jin family was destroyed?"

Why has he lived in Changjiabao since that year and never left the mountain gate again? ”

This inference is reasonable, if Mu Dian is a little more suspicious, I am afraid that he will believe it immediately.

It's a pity that she is not used to being a person who only wants to believe in her own ears.

When she was very young, her grandmother Min Rou taught her not to believe in her eyes, nor to believe her ears, and to be indecisive, but to follow her heart.

Mu Dianke squinted at Fang Zhidong for a while, and suddenly smiled: "Master Hou's words are hinting at me, the Jin family is destroyed, and Chang Jiabao also participates?" ”

Her voice was very high, not only Fang Zhidong heard it, but Liangqing also heard it, and Chang Qianfu Li, who was afraid of treating Fang Xian's illness in the house, also heard it.

Fang Zhidong's face changed suddenly, and he reprimanded sharply: "Hugh is talking nonsense, how could the old man ever say such a thing?" ”

And so it was!

Fang Zhidong saw that she was resolute in her revenge, and he was afraid that once Changjiabao became her help in the future, it would be even more difficult to deal with. is to provoke with words, so that she and Chang Qianfo are suspicious.

He also underestimated himself too much.

Although she and Chang Qianfo have known each other for a short time, in just two months, they have shared hardships, life and death together, and complained heartfelt under the starlight and moonlight.

For Chang Qianfo, why doesn't she even have this trust?

Mu Dianke sneered, his eyes full of contempt: "Master Hou, do you dare to say it?" ”

The corners of her mouth said disdainfully: "You people of the world with a bright surface, usually hold a shelf, and you have to look superior everywhere, but the inside is full of pickled and unsightly thoughts.

A dignified seven-foot man, learning from the long-tongued woman to move her tongue and tell right and wrong, the most ridiculous thing is that she doesn't even have the courage to admit it.

Although I'm just a charlatan who only knows how to fight and kill, I really look down on you. ”

Except for the years when Fang Rong's two surnames were defeated, Fang Zhidong had never been so mercilessly humiliated, and his face turned into a pig's liver color at the moment, and he scolded angrily: "You are presumptuous! ”

Mu Dian Ke said: "If you are presumptuous or not, I can't get along with Master Hou anymore." You bring a message to Rong Yi, let him go out less if he has nothing to do, close the door at home, and I won't be able to go to him one day to catch up. ”

After speaking, he didn't look at Fang Zhidong, and got up straight. Xu was up violently, her body shook, and she clutched the edge of the table before she stopped, and she didn't know what Fang Zhidong said in anger.

After a long time, the dizziness slowly disappeared, and he walked past Liangqing with vague steps, and heard him say: "Fourth Miss is really an understanding person. ”

Mu Dianke paused and did not speak. She just believes that you are always a thousand Buddhas. He said he wouldn't lie to her.

She sat on her knees at the head of the bed, her whole body curled up, but when it was warm in April, she felt cold.

I don't know how long I sat there, but it rained again outside the window.

At this time, the rain in the south of the Yangtze River has no end at once, lingering, as if it is falling in the heart, a cold tide, wet, and uncomfortable.

There are footsteps at the door.

Someone walked in. She felt the mattress sink and the man sat down in front of her, raising his hand to gently cupped her face. The palms are hot and burning, and there are calluses on the fingertips, scratching the corners of the forehead, and there is the pain of rough scratching.

It's just that this burning, this pain, is so real and warm, it makes her so longing.

She looked up at him, showed him a childlike innocent but a pitiful smile, and said, "You're here?" ”

Chang Qianfo frowned.

His face was not very good, the corners of his eyes and eyebrows were tired, and his silver-white satin robe was wet with sweat on his body, describing him as very tired.

Mu Dianke only felt distressed, stretched out his hand, gently stroked his well-defined cheeks, the tentacles were full of slippery sweat, and said softly: "Very tired, right?" Look at you, you're still hurt, and you have to care about the life and death of others, it's all my fault, and I'm going to make trouble for you......"

Chang Qianfo grabbed her hand, put it on her face, and said, "I'm not tired, looking at you, I'm not tired." ”

Mu Dian rarely didn't blush, pursed his lips and looked at him and smiled. The smile was a little reluctant after all.

Chang Qianfo said again: "Dian Ke, in front of me, you don't have to be like this. ”

Mu Dianke suddenly couldn't hold it back, and threw himself into his arms, his hands clenched his neck desperately, and he was stuck in his neck socket, tears came as soon as he said it, like a silent rainstorm, one big and one big, scorching hot, sliding down his neck into his chest, burning his heart at the tip of the pain.

Chang Qianfo told her to tighten her neck, and she almost couldn't breathe. But he was greedily in love with this warmth, and raised his hand to hug her tighter. His hand was close to her soft and smooth green silk and gently patted her back.

Speechless is worth a thousand words.

Mu Dianke's shoulders were trembling, and it took a long time to calm down, still buried his head in his neck, and said in a choked voice: "Thousand Buddhas, I miss my grandfather." I don't know if he's doing well over there, and if anyone else is bullying him? If in the end, I didn't get revenge on him, would he blame me? ”

Chang Qianfo lowered his head, his face pressed against her thick black hair, and said softly, "No." Grandpa looked at you from the sky, seeing you working so hard, how could he be willing to blame you, he would only blame you, and he didn't know how to take care of himself. ”

Mu Dianke heard the voice: "Do you blame me? ”

Chang Qianfo sighed: "Yes, I blame you." Blame you for having only those who have passed away in your heart, and not being kind to yourself. They don't want to take a good look at me. ”

Mu Dianke half-loosened his arms, pulled his body apart, and looked up at him with his neck crossed, his eyes were still red, his eyes were shining, but with a little coquettish meaning, his voice was soft, glutinous, and different from the past: "How do you look at you, do you look like this?" ”

Even if they have a clear understanding of each other, she has never shown such a delicate side in front of herself.

Chang Qianfo saw her half-tilting her head, pouting a pair of pink and moist, watery lips, her eyes were shining, and her cheeks were storing honey, and she only felt that her heart and soul were told to take it away.

His eyes couldn't help but darken a little.

Mu Dianke was bent on pleasing him, but he didn't realize it, and turned his head to the other side, his head was half crooked, his posture was sultry, and there was a little more sneer in his soft and glutinous voice: "Still look like this?" ”