Mr. Wood is in the North Pole, I am in the South

Of course the bad Mr. Mu would not tell his children what he was laughing at, otherwise the old and new hatred would add up, and Mr. Mu felt that he must be in trouble.

However, his surging smile couldn't be stopped until returning to the hall, Shen Fengyi was slightly startled when she saw her son's face full of spring breeze.

It's not that Mu Nancheng has never laughed before, but he has never smiled so happily, so joyfully, and from the bottom of his heart, as if he has stolen some incredible treasure, and the only image reflected in the depths of his eyes is clearly that of sitting upright. A speechless teenager on the sofa in the living room.

Shen Fengyi and Zheng Huiyu exchanged glances, the former sighed inwardly, while the latter regretted the earlier abruptness.

After having lunch in Lihu Villa, Mu Nancheng took Song Xiaoran to bid farewell to the old lady.

When the car drove to Beihuai Road, it couldn't move. There were congested cars in front and behind. Each one looked like a bastard's cover and a tortoise shell. It took half a day to move a space. Xiao Ran's body hadn't fully recovered, and his head hit the glass window, committing a crime. Sleepy.

Mu Nancheng took his head over and pressed it on his shoulder: "Let me rely on you."

Xiao Ran was not used to being so close to strangers, he forced himself to sit up, looked outside, and said strangely:

"There is no traffic jam on this road, what's wrong today?"

Mu Nancheng looked sideways at his empty shoulders, and Xiao Ran's aura was gone as soon as he touched it, as if he was clearly in front of his eyes, but he always had a trance that he couldn't grasp or hold firmly.

Mu Nancheng broke Xiao Ran's head again:

"I also borrowed your shoulder before, and now I will pay you back."

There was a lingering force in the half-joking voice, and Xiao Ran was indeed lacking in energy, so he could only put his forehead on Mu Nancheng's shoulder, and fell asleep after a while.

The two hosts on the radio were chatting, and they were talking about the traffic jam on Beihuai Road. They mentioned a name, Xiao Ran opened his eyes, and said "uh":

"Su Xinruo?"

Han Zhen, who was driving in front, slipped his palms and almost lost his grip on the steering wheel. He looked at his boss in the rearview mirror, while Mu Nancheng looked down at Xiao Ran who was leaning on his shoulder and said nothing.

Song Xiaoran didn't think of an important thing until now. He had met Su Xinruo several times. This beautiful star held Mu Nancheng's arm to attend the dinner parties of various chambers of commerce, and the reason why Mu Nancheng did something to that female star named Yao Siqi before , it was also because Yao Siqi said something that insulted Su Xinruo, which shows that Mu Nancheng attaches great importance to this woman.

Xiao Ran frowned, "If Su Xin is your girlfriend, what will she do if I marry you?"

Mu Nancheng pushed his head away, leaned back against the back of the chair and closed his eyes.

Xiao Ran felt angry spontaneously.

He could guess how Mu Nancheng resolved this matter. There are many people like this. They marry the right people to exchange benefits, and maintain their respective loves outside of marriage. They can have both bears and fish's paws.

He and Mu Nancheng were in an exchange of interests, and Mu Nancheng would explain it to Su Xinruo in the same way if he came to Mu Nancheng, but wouldn't he become a third party?When Xiao Ran thought of this deformed relationship, he felt his stomach was turned into a ball.

Nausea.

He Qiao's misfortune in the second half of his life was caused by another woman fighting for her husband. Haven't I seen too many tragedies involving a third party in the world of two people since I was a child?

Do unto others, do not impose on others.

"Mr. Mu, there are actually many ways to reach an agreement between you and me, and we don't necessarily have to get married." Xiao Ran turned his head, his clear eyes were black and white, just like his world view is black and white, "Although we are only in name Get married, but it's still a kind of harm to the girl you like."

He said softly but firmly, "People, you can't have a moral bottom line!"

Mu Nancheng originally closed his eyes and didn't want to talk to him, but when he heard this sentence, he burst into laughter instantly.

It was the first time Han Zhen heard such naive words full of joy, and he couldn't help laughing.

Xiao Ran pursed his lips tightly. Mu Nancheng was still laughing when he said such a serious thing. He waved his hand irritably, but forgot that it was in the cramped carriage, and he just hit Mu Nancheng with his hand. With a "slap" on his head, Mu Nancheng's hair was messed up by his slap.

There was a moment of silence in the carriage.

Han Zhen wanted to open the car door and escape immediately. A strange thought came to his mind, I should be under the car, not in the car.

Xiao Ran was also taken aback, he was used to fighting with Fu Yuxing in the past, and sometimes he would take action against Fu Yu when he was annoyed, but now this person is Mu Nancheng, and Xiao Ran subconsciously raised his hand to block his face , if Mu Nancheng fights back, he has to cover his head.

Mu Nancheng slowly opened his eyes, his deep eyes were a little dark, as cold as a lake covered with thin ice.

Xiao Ran's appearance at this moment is like a frightened little quail covering his head with his wings. Is he afraid that he will beat him?

Is this kid a fool?Does he think I've worked so hard to come to him just to beat him?

Mu Nancheng overturned the five-flavored bottle in his heart, angry, helpless, angry, and funny.

Han Zhen's throat tightened. He has been with the boss for so many years, and he has never seen anyone who can retreat completely after making a move against Mu Nancheng. Pestle, the instigator was skinned and cramped.

For a moment, Han Zhen felt that Mu Nancheng's eyes that were too deep to see the bottom at the moment seemed to swallow Song Xiaoran. He wondered if Mu Nancheng slapped this delicate young master, would he get a nosebleed? Hengliu, countless sentences to plead for Xiao Ran flashed through Han Zhen's mind, but just when he mustered up the courage to speak, Mu Nancheng raised his hand and knocked on Xiao Ran's forehead with his fingers:

"He's quite courageous."

There was no anger in the voice, and there was even a hint of a smile.

There is a kind of adult who doesn't take the little fool seriously and connives.

All the vigilance Song Xiaoran mustered up was like a full balloon being gently punctured by a soft needle. He touched his forehead and repeated embarrassingly:

"It's immoral!"

"Sleep with you," Mu Nancheng pushed Xiao Ran's head back to his shoulder, "Don't worry about it!"

Xiao Ran struggled, and Mu Nancheng lightly added,

"I'm single, you're a widower, it doesn't matter if you and I get married."

The word "widower" was like a whip on his heart, Xiao Ran suddenly lost the strength to struggle, and Mu Nancheng's shoulders that were pressed by him felt moist.

Mu Nancheng tilted his face slightly, his thin lips brushed the top of the boy's soft hair, the light in his eyes blended with the sunlight outside the window, hiding a trace of shade buried deep in his eyes.

Some things and some people, the more you cover up and avoid them, the deeper the traces will be in the shadows. It is better to take them out from time to time and expose them to the sun. Only by opening them can they be evaporated by the sun and blow away with the wind.

Fu Yuxing is that shadow, he will dispel it sooner or later.

The weather was fine in the afternoon of that day. Su Xinruo, a popular first-line actress, was invited by Ennan Department Store Beihuai Road branch to participate in the ribbon-cutting event. After the event, she managed to get out of the crowd and sit in her RV. Su Xinruo took off her sunglasses Immediately asked his assistant Lin Chaochao for a mobile phone.

Su Xinruo had three phones, one was for work and was answered by Lin Chaochao all the year round, one was for contacting family and friends, and the other had only one person's number on it, but this phone hadn't rang for a long time.

The text message she sent to that person today lies quietly in the outbox:

I am attending Ennan's event today, can I have a chance to meet you?

The number of messages in the inbox is 0.

This was the first time Su Xinruo sent a text message to Mu Nancheng, and it was like a stone sinking into the sea.

"Xinxin," Lin Chaochao didn't notice Su Xinruo's depressed mood at all, she was flipping through the comments on Weibo with her PAD in her hand, and said enthusiastically, "The fans said that your look is very beautiful today, especially the necklace, the airplane chain The pendant is so chic, everyone is asking what brand of necklace it is, and want to buy it... Haha! Who would know that this necklace is specially made, there is no second one in the world..."

Su Xinruo subconsciously grabbed the necklace around her neck, which was given to her by Mu Nancheng on her birthday last year.

They were the only guests at that table in the quiet and elegant western restaurant that day. Mu Nancheng handed her the beautifully packaged box. Under the dim light, his eyes glowed with warmth and moisture. He whispered:

"Happy Memorial Day."

Every year on January [-]st, Mu Nancheng would say this sentence when he gave her a gift. At first, if Su Xin was puzzled, shouldn't it be a happy birthday?

But she didn't dare to ask, she just felt that Mu Nancheng's thinking was probably different from ordinary people's, and it was really hard to figure out what this man was thinking.

She opened the box, and there was a sparkling necklace inside. As she expected, the pendant was a small and chic airplane.

Every birthday present that Mu Nancheng gave her was related to airplane models.

Su Xinruo has always felt that although Mu Nancheng treats her well, she often sees magazines reporting him. In the eyes of the outside world, Mu Nancheng is indifferent, reticent, sharp and strong, but this man is completely different in front of her. He is a real man. A modest gentleman, considerate, but this kind of gentleness always makes her feel unreal, too vague, too distant, everything seems to be a dream.

This is not how a man should treat his girlfriend.

But, did Mu Nancheng really regard her as his girlfriend?

The physical contact between them was limited to his occasional pat on the back of her hand and arm, no matter how much, there was never any more.

"You don't look very well," Mu Nancheng didn't hide the distress in his eyes, which were irrefutable and almost affectionate. "Have you been working hard recently?"

"No," she said flattered, "I haven't had a lot of announcements lately, but you seem to be very busy, sir."

Mu Nancheng didn't seem to hear what she said, and still said to himself:

"You can tell me if you have difficulties, as long as you open your mouth, as long as it is what I have, I will do my best."

No woman can resist such a confession from a man, Su Xinruo almost shed tears:

"Thank you, sir. I've been fine recently, that is..." She had rosy cheeks, her eyes were like autumn water, and she finally mustered up her courage, "I've always missed you very much."

A woman's intuition is very accurate. Right after she uttered these words, she felt that Mu Nancheng's aura instantly cooled down. His eyes were extremely dim, like a sudden cold wind in a warm spring. Su Xinruo's heart went "thump "All of a sudden, a bad feeling arises for no reason.

But before Su Xinruo had time to make amends, the coldness melted like fine snow falling on the ground, so fast that she suspected that it was just an illusion. Mu Nancheng picked up the knife and fork, and said to her with a smile:

"Eat, the steak should be cold."

They haven't seen each other alone since then.

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感谢在2020-04-1110:35:15~2020-04-1213:05:12期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel who threw the grenade: 2 Lin Xin;

Thanks to the little angel of irrigation nutrient solution: Shadow (Sakura) Moon 10 bottles;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!