The daughter-in-law of a rich and warm marriage is poisonous

Mu Xiao leaned against the back of the seat, resting his head on one hand, with a faint smile on his lips.

"Sure enough, happy families are all alike, but unhappy families have their own misfortunes. It's really good that you grew up in such a family."

His voice was light.

Especially the last sentence made Yan Mo feel a little envious.

She didn't expect that an ordinary person like herself could have something that the mighty Young Master Xiao would envy, and she was flattered at once.

Yan Mo remembered what Liu Xiangyu said during the group chat at night, so she asked casually.

"Xiang Yu and the others seem to be having a reunion dinner at his grandfather's house tonight. Isn't that only your second sister going home to eat?"

After asking, Yan Mo realized belatedly that she seemed to have said the wrong thing.

After despising herself fiercely in her heart, she carefully observed Mu Xiao's face, hoping that this great god would not turn his back on him.

Sure enough, the smile on Mu Xiao's face disappeared in an instant, and his voice was extremely weak.

"Second sister's whole family immigrated to Switzerland."

Very good, successfully silenced, Yan Mo silently slapped herself again, why bother to bring this up? ?
I heard before that the family environment of the Mu family is complicated.

Probably the old man's first wife passed away a few years ago. There are rumors that it was an abnormal death. The exact reason has not been determined yet, it's just everyone's guess.

Everyone in the Mu family kept silent about this, and they were only silent when asked by the media reporters.

And now that Mrs. Mu, the one whom Yan Mo met last time when she visited her home, can be regarded as the continuation of the old man.

The strange thing is that the new wife came in less than a year after the original wife passed away.

Although there was no spectacular wedding, and there was no big fanfare to announce it to the world, everyone knows that mothers are more expensive than children.

As a result, the three children born to the original wife of the Mu family all drew a clear line from the old man.

He also has an incompatible relationship with the current Mrs. Mu, Xu Yongfeng.

There are also netizens who deliberately posted posts, wanting to know what kind of history of grievances and grievances this is, but unfortunately there is no authoritative explanation so far.

Some people even had their brains wide open, guessing that the death of the original wife might be related to the new wife.

Just like those concubines competing for favor in ancient times, all kinds of whimsical ideas came out, and a novel with hundreds of thousands of words could be written.

Yan Mo admitted that she, like those people who eat melons, was full of curiosity about the Mu family.

But she is very clear that this is Mu Xiao's bottom line, she will never trample on it at will, isn't that self-defeating? ?

Wednesday is July 7, for Yan Mo, it is no different from any other ordinary day.

But she knew it was Mu Xiao's big day.

Yan Mo couldn't imagine how important this day was to Mu Xiao, but since Si Zheng reminded him so solemnly, it wouldn't be a trivial matter.

Although Si Zheng usually likes to joke, he is not a person who does things without measure.

Anxious, Yan Mo had been observing Mu Xiao carefully, and she didn't notice anything unusual about Mu Xiao until before going to bed on Tuesday night.

Maybe because of something on her mind, Yan Mo didn't sleep well that night.

For a while, I dreamed that a monster with blue face and fangs was chasing me, for a while, I dreamed that I fell into the abyss, and for a while, I dreamed of a bloody mask.

It was a very tangled, terrifying nightmare, but I couldn't wake up from it.

When I first woke up, the sky was already dark.

Yan Mo rolled over on the bed again, unable to get the sleepy bug back, so she resigned herself to getting up.

After washing up, she changed into sportswear, and Yan Mo planned to go for morning exercise.

The air in the community is so good, doing some aerobic exercise will not waste the great environment.

Dressed up properly, Yan Mo wrapped a dry towel around her neck and walked out of the room. She subconsciously glanced at Mu Xiao's door.

The closed door, the people inside should still be sleeping, right?
It's not the usual time for Mu Xiao to wake up.

Yan Mo didn't take it seriously, and went downstairs with light steps. When she walked through the living room and was about to change shoes at the entrance, she was startled by a figure on the sofa.

Fortunately, Yan Mo's psychological quality is excellent, so she didn't scream out on the spot.

At a quarter past six in the morning, Mu Xiao was neatly dressed and sitting on the sofa. Yes, it was an extremely upright sitting posture.

He didn't lean on the sofa, but straightened his back, put his hands on his knees, and remained motionless.

This posture made Yan Mo think of the standard military posture of a soldier for no reason.

Not to mention, Mu Xiao's stern expression and resolute eyes at this time really have a bit of a soldier's demeanor.

Although his eyes are still blind.

"Morning...morning!" Yan Mo, still in shock, greeted her.

The morning light shone in through the white gauze of the floor-to-ceiling windows, and there was still some morning fog in the courtyard. Mu Xiao sat with his backlight, motionless as a mountain, looking like a sculpture.

Such a serious Mu Xiao is totally unfamiliar to Yan Mo.

So she looked at Mu Xiao with a trace of awe, and always felt that the man in the black suit was going to do something important today.

Mu Xiao didn't say hello to Yan Mo, nor was he in the mood to chat.

I don't know how long he has been sitting here fully dressed, as if just waiting for Yan Mo to come downstairs.

"Now that you're awake, change your clothes and go out!"

Yan Mo subconsciously wanted to ask why she was there so early in the morning, but remembering Si Zheng's advice, she turned around and swallowed the words again.

She agreed, and quickly went upstairs to change her clothes, not daring to delay in the slightest.

The morning air was still distinctly cool, and after walking out of the yard, Yan Mo realized that the long-sleeved T-shirt she was wearing seemed a little thin.

Looking at the energetic person in a suit and tie next to her, Yan Mo secretly lamented her mistake.

Fortunately, there is an air conditioner in the car, otherwise she would really be driving while shaking, maybe the car can still drive an attractive S-curve.

Mu Xiao didn't open his mouth until he got in the car, and he still had that expression of keeping strangers away.

Yan Mo remembered that when she first met Mu Xiao in the hospital, he also had such a cold and arrogant look.

It seems that no one can set foot in his world, even if he wants to peep, he is not allowed.

The two sat for at least 5 minutes. After the car started, the air conditioner gradually started to work, and Yan Mo's fingertips were no longer cold.

She quietly looked at the people beside her and asked softly, "Where are we going?"

"Western Suburb Cemetery."

The few words that were written lightly sounded extremely heavy, causing Yan Mo's body that had just recovered to break out in a cold sweat for no reason.

She suppressed her curiosity, put the car in gear and drove out.

Speechless all the way.

Mu Xiao seemed to be immersed in his own thoughts. Under his calm expression, there might be a stormy sea hidden in his heart.

Yan Mo focused all her attention on the front of the car, and ordered herself to concentrate on driving without thinking about it.

There is an indescribable atmosphere in the cemetery in the early morning.

The sun shines through the clouds and mist, and casts on the rows of cold stone monuments, under which are the souls that have been sleeping forever.

Each tombstone represents a life, a completely different story.

Mu Xiao got out of the car, and carefully adjusted his appearance, although the suit on his body was not wrinkled at all.

"West Fourth District, Ninth Row, Tomb No. 22."

When reporting this series of numbers, Mu Xiao had a solemn expression, as if he was about to attend an extremely important ceremony.

His appearance was too serious and respectful, which made Yan Mo's heart heavy.

Yan Mo took Mu Xiao's hand and led him to the designated tomb. Only then did Yan Mo realize that none of the offerings were brought with them.

"Well... Shall I go buy some flowers?"

"No need," Mu Xiao flatly refused, "Go back first! Pick me up when the sun goes down."

His voice is not loud, but it carries the indifference that rejects people thousands of miles away, and reveals a coldness that cannot be rejected.

Yan Mo opened her mouth, really didn't know what to say was more appropriate, so she just said "um".

Before leaving, Yan Mo glanced at the tombstone.

It is very simple, only engraved with "Qiao Junheng's Tomb", this name is completely unfamiliar to Yan Mo.

When her eyes flicked over the words "wife Gao Yueyue" and "female Qiao Yuxi", Yan Mo felt as if she had been struck by lightning.

This... This is Xixi's father? ?Isn't that Gao Yueyue's husband? ?
It turned out that Gao Yueyue became a widow at such a young age...

But there is not a word on the tombstone, so how did her husband, that is, Qiao Junheng die?
What is the relationship between Qiao Junheng and Mu Xiao? ?

If they were just friends, then Mu Xiao didn't have to act so abnormally, and his attitude towards Gao Yueyue's mother and daughter was warm and tolerant, unlike Mu Xiao's usual style.

Qiao Junheng must be a very important clue!
The mysteries surrounding Mu Xiao made Yan Mo very confused. She always felt that Mu Xiao seemed to be in pain today.

Although Mu Xiao didn't say a word, Yan Mo could almost empathize with the sorrow and solemnity that emanated from him.

Not wanting to disturb Mu Xiao, Yan Mo left quietly.

But she didn't leave the cemetery either, she just found a place to sit in the gazebo at the foot of the mountain and looked at Mu Xiao's figure from a distance.

Say it's to visit the grave, where is there anyone who doesn't bring offerings?Should I get a bouquet of flowers anyway?

Mu Xiao didn't.

He didn't even open his mouth when he got to the tomb, and Yan Mo didn't think Mu Xiao would speak to the owner of the tombstone at this moment.

The distance is not too far, enough for Yan Mo to see Mu Xiao's straight back clearly.

He maintained the same posture, standing for hours at a time.

At noon, Yan Mo couldn't help but took a photo of Mu Xiao and sent it to Si Zheng.

There is also a sentence: Do I want to persuade him to go home for dinner?He wouldn't faint while standing, would he? ?I can't lift him!
Si Zheng replied almost immediately: No need to persuade!Do not care!You let him stay long enough and he'll go away.

so amazing? ?
Yan Mo held back again, went to the car and found a pack of biscuits, drank half a bottle of water to satisfy her hunger, and continued to sit in the gazebo and check Weibo news to pass the time.

At four o'clock in the afternoon, the sky suddenly changed.

Dark clouds covered the sky, and the sky quickly darkened.The clouds were so thick that they seemed to cover the entire land at any time, and the howling wind rolled up the fallen leaves and dust, which was extremely ruthless.

After bursts of muffled thunder, the torrential rain poured down, and the smell of damp soil quickly permeated.

Yan Mo looked at the blurry figure in the rain, gritted her teeth, ran to the side of the car and took out a big long-handled umbrella, opened it and ran up quickly.

The rain was so heavy that it quickly soaked her lower body and shoes, and the T-shirt on her upper body was also drenched by the raindrops falling in from under the umbrella.

Even so, she insisted on holding the umbrella over Mu Xiao's head.

Under the curtain of rain, Yan Mo said loudly, "Go back! You're still alive anyway, what pain can't heal slowly?"

The words that came out of his mouth directly pierced Mu Xiao's heart.