Guan Cancan gritted his teeth, but still said, "What I love is Yu, so this song, for me, is just a very nice song." Muang, I hope you don't trap yourself in place. What is the point of persisting in a love that cannot be reciprocated? Why not let go of this feeling, maybe a better relationship will be ushered in?"

A sneer crossed his lips, "So, do you want me to fall in love with someone else?"

She looked at him steadily, and said in a very affirmative voice, "Yes." "I hope he will fall in love with a woman worthy of his love, and I hope he can be happy.

Apart from this hope, she didn't even know what to use to repay him for his protection of her and Xiaoxiao in the past five years.

"Haha...... Hahaha......" He laughed suddenly, and his laughter carried a kind of desolation, "It turns out that you want me to fall in love with someone else...... It turns out that my love is nothing but a burden to you. ”

"Muang!" she cried, his laughter piercing and tingling.

He withdrew his hand, stared at her, and said, "Well, I see." ”

It's just, just a sentence like that. After saying this, he turned and left.

Guan Cancan bit his lip and looked at Mu Ang's back in a daze.

At this moment, she didn't even know whether what she had just said was right or wrong.

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The driver had been waiting for Muang in the parking lot, and was shocked when he saw Muang getting into the car with one hand dripping blood.

"Master, what's wrong with your hand, do you want to go to the hospital now?" the driver asked.

"No, go back to the villa. Mu Ang said lightly, as if he wanted to let this hand go unchecked.

The driver naturally knew his young master's temper, so he didn't say anything, started the car, and drove in the direction of Mu Ang's private villa.

However, halfway through the car, Muang's cell phone rang suddenly.

His eyes glanced at the caller ID - it was the phone number of his father, Mu Tianqi.

His father rarely called him, except for things about his mother. Muang picked up the phone, "Father." ”

"On a trip home, your mother suddenly wanted to see you. Mu Tianqi's voice sounded.

"Got it. He replied.

The dialogue between father and son is completely like a formula, and there is no warmth.

Ending the call, Mu Ang said lightly to the driver, "Go back to the Mu family's house." ”

"Yes. The driver said respectfully and turned the front of the car.

Muang leaned back in the back seat and closed his eyes.

When I was a child, I was extremely eager to get the so-called maternal love from my mother, and I always wanted to stay by my mother's side for a while, so that she could pay more attention to herself for a while.

But once upon a time, he didn't want to see his mother anymore? every time he saw him, he only felt more deeply that his mother had never loved him as a son!

About half an hour later, the car stopped in front of the Mu family's mansion, the driver respectfully opened the door, Mu Ang got out of the car, and slowly entered the mansion.

The servants of the Mu family naturally noticed Mu Ang's blood-stained right hand at this moment, but no one dared to say anything.

Muang walked to his mother's bedroom and knocked softly on the door.

"Come in. In the room, my father's voice came out.

Mu Ang opened the door and walked in, only to see his mother sitting at the piano, with an intoxicated nostalgia on her face, and a slight smile on the corner of her lips, as if she was thinking about something.

If you just look at the appearance, I'm afraid it won't make people think that such a beautiful woman is actually a madman.

Mu Tianqi, who had been standing aside and looking at Lu Xiaoxiao, moved his eyes to his son and walked over slowly, "Your mother has been thinking about you just now, go, talk to your mother." ”

Mu Ang crossed Mu Tianqi and walked towards Lu Xiaoxiao.

If it weren't for his mother's desire to see him, his father wouldn't have cared if he couldn't see him. Father's bottom line is just as long as he lives.

And the meaning of his life, for his father, should be just a proof of the combination of his father's bloodline and his mother's bloodline, it is a father's thought, thinking that his mother gave birth to a child for him after all.

Wretched...... But sad thoughts.

Mu Ang walked to Lu Xiaoxiao's side, this beautiful woman, as if she lived and died for love, and was destined to die for love.

When Si Chengyu died, her soul was actually dead.

Mu Ang thought, bent down, and said to Lu Xiaoxiao, "Mother, I'm here." ”

His voice made the woman who had been thinking about something suddenly seem to be awakened, and her beautiful black eyes raised slightly and looked towards him.

"Xiao Ang?" Lu Xiaoxiao muttered.

"Well, it's me. Mu Ang replied gently.

"Xiao Ang, come, let Mommy take a good look at you, Mommy feels as if she hasn't seen you for a long time. The beautiful woman raised her hand and gently cupped the cheeks of the man in front of her, but her nails were sinking deep into his skin, "Why don't you look like him?

She muttered to herself, her nails scratching his face.

However, she seemed to appreciate these scratches, as if the more scratches she had, the more the son in front of her would look like the man she loved so much.

And Mu Ang, as if he didn't feel the pain, didn't say a word, and even his expression didn't change.

Lu Xiaoxiao chuckled, and the laughter like a silver bell made her face even more beautiful, "Xiao Ang, I want to hear you play the piano, can you play the piano for Mommy?"

Mu Ang looked at the woman in front of him steadily, what was he in the eyes of his mother? was he a son? or ...... Was it just a tool? a child with the man she loved, in her fantasies, a tool for her to remember?

"Good. He said with a blank face. Sitting in front of the piano, his bloody right hand stroked the ivory-white keys. The blood, on the white keys, became extraordinarily distinct.

But Lu Xiaoxiao didn't seem to see it, just waiting for his performance with a warm and expectant look.

And Mu Tianqi also didn't ask anything, as if it didn't matter if his son was injured or not, as long as he could meet his wife's wishes.

Slender fingers, moving over the keys, beautiful music flowing from his fingertips, overflowing the room.

The piano has a beautiful sound. Even though he has long given up on the piano, even if he only plays occasionally, this talent is still there, and the clear but cold sound of the piano has not changed.

Lu Xiaoxiao seemed to be immersed in the sound of the piano, with a smile on his face, dancing alone in the room.

When he was young, Lu Xiaoxiao was already very good at dancing, even if he was crazy, but when he danced, he was still graceful and charming.

"Chengyu, Chengyu ......" while jumping, she muttered the name of the man she loved.

When she danced to Mu Tianqi's side, she giggled at Mu Tianqi like a child, "Have you seen Chengyu?" she asked softly.

Mu Tianqi smiled slightly, "No, I didn't see him." ”

A kind of disappointment suddenly appeared on her face, but then, she smiled again, "Then when you see Cheng Yudi, can you tell him, am I looking for him?"

"Good. He answered.

In front of her, he is always so gentle and elegant, always smiling, and will always meet any of her requests, as if he is trying his best to take care of a child who has never grown up.

Lu Xiaoxiao continued to dance, while Mu Tianqi watched quietly from the sidelines, not caring about the passage of time at all.

And Mu Ang, playing it over and over again, the wound on his hand was constantly cracking and aggravating, and the blood was now stained with the keys, but he did not stop, and no one shouted to stop.

It seems that it doesn't matter whether his hand is injured or not, how much blood he has shed, all that matters is that the sound of the piano cannot be stopped.

I don't know how long I played, until Lu Xiaoxiao was tired of dancing and leaned on Mu Tianqi's arms.

"Are you tired?" Mu Tianqi asked softly.

"Hmm. She nodded, "Did you say that Chengyu would like the dance I just danced?"

"If you want him to like it, he'll like it. He said in a low voice.

She smiled contentedly, her arms around his neck. Naturally, he picked her up, walked to the side of the bed, and carefully placed her on the bed.

In the sound of the piano, Lu Xiaoxiao quickly fell asleep.

Mu Tianqi quietly looked at his wife's sleeping face, and it was not until this moment that a deep jealousy flashed in his eyes. What Xiao Xiao loves is always Si Chengyu.

Even if that man dies, even if she is crazy, she still loves that person.

But no matter how much you love, so what? Now, he is the one who remains with her, and he is the one who will die with her in the future and be buried together after death.

In her life, it is impossible for her to really be with Si Chengyu.

Mu Tianqi raised his hand and gently brushed the hair on Lu Xiaoxiao's forehead, "Good night." He muttered softly.

The sound of the piano in the room finally stopped at this time, and the white keys were already full of blood. Muang's face and lips began to turn pale from excessive blood loss.

When Mu Tianqi walked out of the room, Mu Ang followed out of the room.

"Father!" suddenly cried out Muang.

Mu Tianqi stopped and turned his head to look at his son, "You are fine tonight, and your mother is very happy." This is like a compliment.

But that's not what he really wanted to hear.

Muang's right hand hung down at his side, and his entire hand was now stained bloody. Anyone can see this blood-colored hand at a glance, but at this moment, Mu Tianqi still seems to have not seen it, and he doesn't care.

――――There's something going on today.,So update in advance.,There will be a second update in a while~.