Long-term love becomes sick, ex-husband is too involved in the drama

Uncle Ming found Mu Shihuan when he was about to close the door.

She stood there alone, as if she wanted to get closer but hesitated. The streetlights stretched her figure very long and shrouded it hazyly, making her extra helpless and bewildered. It was really pitiful to watch.

Uncle Ming felt sad.

"Miss Shi Huan!" He walked over quickly, trying to hold her hand, but he still didn't have the courage to look into her eyes. Within a few seconds, his eye circles turned red, "Miss Shi Huan, you... I Take you home!"

go home……

Mu Shihuan's eyelashes trembled slightly, and he raised his eyes to look at the old house of Mu's family.

Is this her home?

Uncle Ming turned his face away sadly, his emotions fluctuated several times and he finally suppressed it, forcing out a kind smile: "Miss Shi Huan, come in with me, master...Master will be very happy to see you, maybe sickness will be cured."

"...Okay." Mo Shihuan's lips moved slightly, and Mo Shihuan replied in a hoarse voice.

Uncle Ming was so overjoyed that he was so excited that he almost shed tears.

Mu Shihuan followed behind him.

The distance was getting closer and closer, and suddenly, she found an inexplicable feeling of intimacy and cowardice in her heart, which was very strong, and when she saw the old man changing pots for succulents in the yard, she suddenly felt reached its peak.

Her body froze for an instant, and her breathing became rapid. She didn't move, letting her brain buzz and be confused.

Uncle Ming's voice trembled uncontrollably: "Miss Shi Huan, this is...Master, your grandfather. You...you can call him, if he can hear, he will definitely be able to."

Mo Shihuan moved her lips.

"...Grandpa." She spoke, her voice became hoarse and trembling uncontrollably.

Uncle Ming wiped his tears with his hand, and quickly walked to Mr. Mu and knelt down. He was uncontrollably excited: "Master! Master, please look up, it's Miss Shi Huan, Miss Shi Huan is back, she's here to see you!"

"master……"

However, the old man in front of him is always immersed in his own world, and seems to be deaf to and unable to perceive everything in the outside world.

Uncle Ming felt so sad, his eyes gradually turned red.

Looking at it, Mo Shihuan felt an indescribable sourness surrounding her tightly, mixed with all kinds of discomfort in the cemetery in the evening, torturing her wantonly and intensely.

"Grandpa he..."

Uncle Ming stood up dejectedly.

Closing his eyes, he said hoarsely: "Two years ago, on the seventh day of your disappearance, Mu Sinian... seized power and planned it for a long time! No one knows what he said to the master, but I know that the master is He was mad at him! My master...has been critically ill for three whole days, and when he wakes up...he can't remember anything, and he has sought many doctors, but it's useless."

"The master has been recuperating in the old house since he was discharged from the hospital, and I have been taking care of him. It seems that neither the master nor I have been restricted in our movements, but I know that Mu Sinian... Mu Sinian has been sending people to monitor this place!"

"Miss Shi Huan," he tilted his head, eyes full of restrained anger, "Listen to Uncle Ming, no matter what Mu Sinian says, you can't believe it! He is a white-eyed wolf! The Mu family... The Mu family treated him badly Is he going to treat the Mu family like this?!"

His breathing suddenly became short of breath, and emotionally, he grabbed Mo Shihuan's hand firmly: "Even if the master was strict with him and never got close to him, but your father... the young master really treated him like a brother and made up for it! But what did he do?! He is an unfamiliar white-eyed wolf! He wants to destroy the entire Mu family, including you!"

His wrist hurt from being scratched, but Mu Shihuan didn't make a sound, and she couldn't make a sound either.

Uncle Ming didn't notice.

"Miss Shi Huan..." He was choked with sobs, and he wanted to say something more, but he finally swallowed it back, unable to lower his hands, he sighed long, full of unwillingness to entangle himself in it.

The old man in front of him was still taking care of the succulent potted plants.

Uncle Ming's eye sockets gradually became moist.

After a while, he turned his face away and tried to calm down: "Miss Shi Huan, how did you come here? Why don't you stay at home tonight? Your room is always reserved, and it is cleaned by servants every day."

As he spoke, he was about to call a servant.

"No need, Uncle Ming," Mu Shihuan seemed to have just come back to her senses, she lowered her eyes, and said in a low voice, "Can I... can I see my room?"

Uncle Ming choked up: "Of course, Miss Shi Huan, come with me."

He said to walk ahead and lead the way.

Mu Shihuan followed.

She is still unfamiliar with everything here, but amidst the unfamiliarity, there seems to be a kind of familiarity that entangles her.

Unable to hold back, she slowly glanced around.

The chest gradually became dull.

……

"Miss Shi Huan, this is your room," Uncle Ming brought her to the third floor, hesitantly said it after several hesitation, "This room...is designed by your father himself."

Eyelashes trembling, Mo Shihuan raised his eyes.

Uncle Ming sighed softly, as if he couldn't bear it: "Miss Shi Huan, I'll ask the servant to cook you something to eat, if you need anything, just call me."

After all, he left, leaving space and time to her alone.

The stiff body finally moved, raised his foot, and Mu Shihuan walked in.

It was a cool style to the eyes, but under the coldness was warmth that could be seen everywhere. She looked at everything, carefully and slowly, trying to find out the memories of the past in her mind.

But, always to no avail.

Finally, she sat down on the bed.

When he raised his eyes, the starry sky outside came into view.

very beautiful.

……

Uncle Ming stood at the stairs for a long time with a complicated expression. Thinking of Mu Shihuan's distraught appearance, he felt sad and couldn't bear it any more. He even had the urge to rush in and tell her...

But in the end, he didn't.

Clenching his hands quietly, he turned and went downstairs to return to Mr. Mu.

"Master," he sighed softly, his tone not without sadness and helplessness, "When will you recover? Although the young lady promised to come back, but she...Miss Shi Huan..."

His eyes were sore and turbulent, and he turned his face away to wipe away the tears.

"master……"

However, Mr. Mu in front of him only treasured the potted plants in his hands the whole time, and turned a deaf ear to his words.

Uncle Ming was depressed.

A strong feeling of helplessness rushed into his body, he sighed a long time with red eyes, then he turned his head and looked towards the direction of the third floor, even though he knew he couldn't see anything.

Miss Shi Huan, I'm sorry, for the sake of the Mu family, I can only...

The adam's apple was rolling in obscurity, Uncle Ming said secretly in his heart.

……

Uncle Ming thought that Mu Shihuan would stay in the room for a long time, at least for a while, but he didn't expect that she would come down after only 10 minutes, and her expression was even more distressing than before going upstairs.

"Miss Shi Huan!" Uncle Ming stepped forward worriedly, after thinking for a while, he said in a soft voice, "Sit down for a while, I asked the servant to make your favorite dessert, and it will be ready soon."
Mu Shihuan shook his head: "Thank you, Uncle Ming, no need, I..."

"boom--"

A sudden sound interrupted her words.

Mu Shihuan looked up subconsciously.

"Master!" Uncle Ming rushed over and checked Mr. Mu's hand up and down, "Are you alright?"

However, Mr. Mu pushed his hand away forcefully, and walked towards Mu Shihuan like a child who didn't want to be shackled.

"Jingzhou? Jingzhou..."

Mu Shihuan's body froze suddenly.

Uncle Ming was pleasantly surprised at first, but within two seconds, his brightened eyes turned dark again.

"Master..." He tremblingly supported his hand, his voice became choked up uncontrollably, "She is not Young Master Jingzhou, she is Miss Shi Huan, the young master's daughter, your granddaughter..."

Mr. Mu still stubbornly yelled over and over again: "Jingzhou...Jingzhou..."

Mu Shihuan was caught in his breath.

She froze in place, and when her brain was buzzing, her hands were suddenly grabbed hard.

"Jingzhou... are you back?"

The force was so strong that Mo Shihuan seemed to be unable to bear it.

And every time he called Jingzhou, it was like cutting a knife on Mo Shihuan's heart, reminding her bloodily that her father died to save her, and she was the one who asked her grandfather to send a white-haired man to a black-haired man.

Her lips wriggled with difficulty, and she said hoarsely, "Grandpa, I... I am Shi Huan, Shi Huan... I..."

However, Mr. Mu kept repeating himself: "Jingzhou, the company...the company depends on you, my father is old, the company...can't fail, Jingzhou...good boy, Jingzhou..."

Intense soreness and dull pain hit Mo Shihuan too uncomfortable.

"grandfather……"

Before the words fell, the strength in his hand suddenly disappeared.

"You... who are you?"

Seeing Mr. Mu frowning, he asked her suspiciously.

Mu Shihuan's chest felt tight.

"Grandpa, I..."

"Oh, my flowers and my succulent..." He said to himself, but Mr. Mu didn't look at anyone, turned around and slowly returned to the original place.

Mu Shihuan was stunned, unable to make a sound.

Uncle Ming's eyes were red, but he still tried his best to smile: "Master, this happened occasionally in the past two years, probably because I was happy to see you today, Miss Shi Huan, if you are free in the future, come more... Come and see the master, okay?"

Mu Shihuan nodded stiffly.

"……it is good."

The sound is very light.

Uncle Ming watched as Mr. Mu rearranged his treasures, and couldn't help crying again.

After hesitating to speak for a while, he trembled and said, "Miss Shi Huan, you have seen what's going on in the Mu family now, Uncle Ming... I beg you, Uncle Ming, to take back the things that belong to the Mu family. ?"

Before she could speak, he said again: "Don't blame your mother today...Young Madam, she has actually had a hard time these years, but she loves you in her heart." Holding her hand and patted it, he finally said, "Also, don't fall in love with Li Jingyan, he is a heartless person, you are not his opponent, huh?"

When Li Jingyan's name suddenly caught his ears, Mu Shihuan finally realized the purpose of coming here belatedly.

Clenching her fingers, the dull pain was unbearable. She really wanted to ask, but the words seemed to be blocked by something, and she couldn't speak, and every time she tried hard, the dull pain became more intense.

"Uncle Ming, Li Jingyan..."

……

The moment Mu Shihuan walked out of the villa accompanied by Uncle Ming, he saw a man smoking a few steps away in front of the Bentley.

His face was expressionless, and his eyes were dark and difficult to distinguish under the cover of night.

Four eyes facing each other.

The next second, she heard his indifferent voice——

"Mu Shihuan, do you want to go back with me?"