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"Uncle said that the time has come, so you should hurry over."

Mu Jin elbowed Mu Yu and winked at him, "Seeing that you hit it off with Young Master Feng, he will be your brother-in-law from now on, and you can chat anytime you want."

Mu Yu twitched the corner of his mouth, and replied, "What my cousin said is true, I'll go right away."

He passed Feng Xingche and walked quickly towards the gate of the house, his calm eyes instantly filled with sadness.

Feng Xingche suddenly reached out and grabbed his arm, "Wait, I haven't finished talking yet."

The moment Mu Yu turned his head, the sadness in his eyes disappeared, and a bright smile appeared on his lips.

"Brother Feng, if you have anything to say, you can talk slowly after you and your sister get married. We will be a family by then."

"That's right! We will be a family from now on, and we can say whatever we want." Mu Jin urged from the side: "Uncle is urging, let's go there quickly."

Feng Xingche didn't move, just looked at Mu Yu quietly, his gaze was astonishingly deep, leaving Mu Yu nowhere to hide.

Mu Yu staggered his eyes and didn't dare to meet his menacing gaze, but Feng Xingche didn't want to let him go, and held his wrist tightly.

Mu Jin was keenly aware of the strangeness of the atmosphere. Looking at this and that, he always felt that the relationship between Mu Yu and Feng Xingche was very strange, but he couldn't say what was so strange.

The two fell into a strange stalemate. Although Mu Yu felt sad, but knowing that the matter had come to an end, he could only accept the reality despite all kinds of reluctance and helplessness.

Mu Yu turned around, reached out and broke Feng Xingche's hand that was pinching his wrist.

Feng Xingche stared at his hands, his gaze cooling down inch by inch.

Finally, he turned around and left.

His pace was fast, as sharp as a gust of wind.

Mu Yu looked at his retreating back, his heart was pierced like a knife, which made him feel so painful.

"Cousin, did you know Mr. Feng before?"

Mu Jin always felt that Feng Xingche and Mu Yu didn't meet each other for the first time, and the two seemed to have some connection.

"Only one side."

After Mu Yu finished speaking, he walked past him to the gate of the house.

It's only a one-sided relationship but it hits the heart at first sight.

"I'll go, this is the plot of the dog blood drama at eight o'clock!"

After listening to Linglangxuan's narration, Gu Ziyang couldn't help but sigh, "Fate is tricking people!"

Linglangxuan squinted at him, and joked, "Don't you believe in good fortune?"

Gu Ziyang said: "After hearing this, I believe it."

"Feng Xingche is also a fool, how could he mistake a man for a woman. If he doesn't distinguish between five grains, it's trash at best. If he doesn't distinguish between men and women, he's an idiot."

Gu Ziyang felt that Feng Xingche was mainly responsible for this matter. If he hadn't admitted the wrong person at that time, Mu Yu and him would not have made it like this.

Ling Langxuan said: "That day by the river, Mu Yu and Mu Ling were both wearing men's clothes. Mu Ling stood under the banyan tree, his body was completely blocked by the tree. The sky was dark, and Feng Xingche didn't even see her when he stood on the bank. He only saw Mu Yu."

"Even Feng Xingche only saw Mu Yu, but he is a man, how could he be regarded as a woman?"

"Mu Yu is the only male of the Mu family's lineage in Qingchi. He has a special identity, so the Mu family in Qingchi did not disclose his identity to the public. Although Feng Xingche can see that he is a man, the Mu family's The type-changing technique is very subtle, and there are often women disguised as men to travel around the world. He didn't think too much about it, and saw that Mu Yu was from the Mu family, and thought he was some daughter who changed his face and sneaked out."

Gu Ziyang was completely speechless. Countless coincidences gathered together were destined to turn into a tragedy.

"Did Mu Ling never know the truth?"

Gu Ziyang sighed, if Mu Ling didn't let go, the three of them would not be happy.

"I didn't know it at first, but later she noticed it." Ling Langxuan said: "Feng Xingche has delayed the marriage day and again, even the most open-minded woman may not be able to calm down."

After hearing this, Gu Ziyang felt very uncomfortable.Even without Ling Langxuan's explanation, he knew that Feng Xingche couldn't let go of Mu Yu after all, but he couldn't abandon Mu Ling all the time.

"How did Mu Ling die?" Gu Ziyang asked.

Ling Langxuan said: "She died at Mie Tian's hands."

With Mu Ling dead, it is even more impossible for Mu Yu to be with Feng Xingche.

Gu Ziyang lay weakly on the table with an extremely decadent expression.

"I really shouldn't ask you about them. After listening to it now, I'm in a bad mood."

Linglangxuan touched the top of his hair, "Everything has its own destiny."

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Halfway through the car, Mu Yu, who was originally quiet, suddenly twitched.

Feng Xingche reached out and touched his forehead, trying to comfort him, but the scorching heat from his palm made him frowned.

He parked the car on a relatively safe side road, unfastened his seat belt and leaned over to check Mu Yu's situation.

Mu Yu's face turned red, adding a bit of brilliance to his originally pale face.His eyes were slightly squinted, and there was a slanted light from the bottom of his eyes.

Feng Xingche was fascinated by it, only felt that his current appearance was incomparably gorgeous, exuding a coquettish beauty.

He involuntarily leaned over, his lips almost sticking to his lips, and he could clearly smell the aroma of wine in his breath.

That is the aroma of Laobaigan, rich and intoxicating.

Feng Xingche felt as if he was also drunk, not drunk in the fragrance of wine, but drunk in the most beautiful spring.

"Mumu, what should I do with you?"

Feng Xingche sighed softly, gently stroking Mu Yu's cheek with his fingertips.

For so many years, even though the relationship between the two has been irretrievable, my love for him has never dissipated. Instead, it has become more and more intense after the fermentation of time, just like the indelible aroma of wine, which will always make him intoxicated.

But Feng Xingche knew that on the day Mu Ling was killed, Mu Yu closed his heart to him, and he and he would miss it after all.

Feng Xingche withdrew his hand reluctantly. Although he was reluctant to let go of this rare opportunity, he still felt that he should send Mu Yu back to the villa first. He was so drunk that his body temperature rose unconsciously, which might hurt his body.

Feng Xingche was about to start the car, but Mu Yu suddenly grabbed his arm.

He turned his head in surprise, and found that Mu Yu hadn't woken up, his eyes were still closed, but his hands were holding him tightly.

Feng Xingche looked at those white and slender fingers, and his memory suddenly drifted back to the scene of the second meeting.No matter how many years it takes, even if it is hundreds or thousands of years, he will never forget that young man holding him so tightly, as if holding on to his only hope.

But when he gave him hope, he destroyed it with his own hands.

Feng Xingche slowly closed his eyes to cover up the loneliness in his eyes.

He gently broke away from Mu Yu's hand, and put his hand back to the distance.

But as soon as he put it back, Mu Yu's hand stretched out again, grabbing his arm stubbornly.

"Brother Feng..."

Soft ravings overflowed from his mouth, although the voice was soft, it was like a small hand plucking at Feng Xingche's heartstrings.

"Brother Feng, I feel bad!"

Mu Yu murmured softly again, and leaned over to rub his head against his arm.

Feng Xingche couldn't help but take a deep breath. He liked Mu Yu, but the relationship between the two was very innocent, and they had never done anything that crossed the line. They rarely even had skin-to-skin contact, let alone such a close relationship. Paste together.

Feng Xingche's heart trembled slightly, and he moved his head aside with reason.

Mu Yu became petulant and stubbornly rubbed against his firm arm.

"Brother Feng, my head hurts."

Mu Yu stretched out his arms, and directly hugged Feng Xingche's neck, his body was like a water snake, and he swam up along Feng Xingche's body.

Feng Xingche only felt that his whole head was about to explode, leaving patches of flames where Mu Yu's body passed.

"Mumu, stop making trouble! Let's go home now, just go home and have a rest."

Feng Xingche coaxed him patiently, hoping that Mu Yu would retreat automatically after hearing it.But Mu Yu became tighter and tighter, and his whole body was embedded in his arms.

"Brother Feng, I'm so hot and uncomfortable!" Mu Yu kept twisting in his arms as he said, his movement was painful for Feng Xingche, he froze on the spot at a loss, and didn't dare to move him at all.

"Nine machines. One heart grows on the branches of hundreds of flowers, and the hundreds of flowers make a red pile of quilts. They all look spring/colored, hide their heads and wrap their faces, and are not afraid of sleeping for a long time."

Mu Yu suddenly started talking to himself in a low voice, and what he recited was the last poem that Feng Xingche had written back to him back then. This poem represented the faithfulness and persistence of love, and it was Feng Xingche's attitude towards this relationship at that time.

Now that I heard it again, it was a different state of mind.He sighed faintly, stroking the top of Mu Yu's hair.

"I thought you had forgotten it, but I didn't expect you to remember it as clearly as I do. But Mu Yu, if you can't untie the knot in your heart, we will never be together."

Maybe Mu Yu heard Feng Xingche's words in a mist, or maybe he was too drunk and muttered to himself.

After Feng Xingche said those words, Mu Yu said softly: "Brother Feng, it would be great if you were not my brother-in-law! It would be great if you were an ordinary man by the Liao Yun River!"

Feng Xingche's heart was agitated, and he lowered his eyes to look at Mu Yu who still had his eyes closed.He was still immersed in his sleep, occasionally moving slightly, his peaceful sleeping face was as beautiful as the most beautiful scenery in the world.

As Feng Xingche looked at it, he felt the long-suppressed emotion surge out from the bottom of his heart, rushing like a bursting embankment, breaking through all his rationality.

He leaned over to grab the piece of spring/color that made him lose his mind, just like the feeling in a dream every time, the beauty made him indulge in it.

Being spared by Qing Meng, Mu Yu struggled uncomfortably for a few times, and finally fell completely limp in Feng Xingche's arms.

The two were tightly entangled, Feng Xingche hugged him, and suddenly felt that he didn't want to suppress the emotions in his heart anymore.

If he felt sorry for Mu Ling before, but hundreds of years have passed, the debt that should be paid has been paid off, and he has the right to pursue his own happiness.

Life is short, if Mu Yu really opens his heart and accepts him, he will probably die already.

Feng Xingche suddenly let go of Mu Yu and pushed him back on the seat.Then sat back in the driver's seat and started the car quickly.

He drove the car very fast. At this time, the car had entered the villa area. This is a quiet suburb, the sky was completely dark, and the surroundings were quiet and comfortable. He parked the car in a black side road, flipped off the seat belt, turned and got out of the car .

He walked to the passenger cab, opened the door, and hugged the sleeping Mu Yu.

Feng Xingche hugged him with one arm, slammed the co-pilot's door shut with the other, then opened the rear door, and put Mu Yu in.

Mu Yu was forced into the back seat and moved impatiently, but was quickly pushed down by Feng Xing Che on the seat.