reborn as husband and wife

"Ma'am, they are determined to separate the family. They have already discussed it with grandma. They thought they were hiding it from grandpa. In fact, grandpa knew it and it was tacit consent. Grandpa had already made up his mind about the division of the family property. During your rest period The time has already been announced, but there is one thing," He Chenxu sighed, his voice was a little annoyed and sad, "Grandpa and grandma stay here with uncle and the others, and we have to move out before tomorrow night."

Why are you in such a hurry?Move out tomorrow night?Tomorrow night is New Year's Eve, so even if you want to separate, don't be in such a hurry, Su Qingqi couldn't understand the result, looked at He Chenxu, wanted to ask but felt that it shouldn't be asked at this time.

He Chenxu naturally knew what the man in front of him was thinking, but he didn't answer, and he didn't intend to explain in the future. At that time, grandma, uncle, uncle and sister-in-law were all there, and grandpa had already finished talking about the results of the separation. Grandma actually asked herself to divorce Qingqi because he didn't respect the elders. The other uncles kept silent and didn't express their views. It was obvious that they had colluded with the eldest lady. A little annoyed, he naturally turned against grandma. Although grandpa was on his side, he couldn't ignore grandma's uncle, third uncle and fourth uncle. In desperation, he had to say that he would move out of this place tomorrow. Home.

"Tomorrow, where are we going?" Su Qingqi probably guessed the reason at this time, and felt that this man was a bit stupid, and fell out with other relatives because of himself, which made people feel distressed.

"I've made all the arrangements. Let's say goodbye to grandpa tomorrow morning, and then we'll go." He Chenxu approached Su Qingqi, put his head next to Su Qingqi's head, and asked in a low voice, "Little Shitou, have you been doing well these days?" Not good?"

Thinking of Xiao Shitou, a smile naturally appeared on Su Qingqi's face, "I've been pestering you every day."

"Oh? This little guy is eccentric, and still misses me. Ask him tomorrow, haha." Thinking of the cute look of Little Shitou, the originally gloomy mood gradually dissipated, He Chenxu laughed in a low voice.

The gavel sounded, the real murderer was convicted, Ping Moyu was released, everything went so smoothly, the people in the yamen dispersed, Yu Wuxia never looked at Ping Moyu from the beginning to the end, he was afraid that the moment he took another look, he would say If the words are made useless, they will forcefully take him away again regardless of that person's opinion, and hurt him, so he left.

The moment he saw Yu Wuxia, Ping Moyu's mood was very complicated. There was a little expectation hidden in his fear. After the trial of the case was over, the man left, as if the two had never met before. Ping Moyu smiled wryly. With a sound, he walked alone on the cold street. This time, he really let go.

He didn't know where he was going, and he didn't know how to take the road in the future, so he just looked at the road ahead numbly, but his heart was at a loss. At this time, Yu Wuxia's figure rushed into his heart again and again, This has never been the case.

He has been living under the wings of Yu Wuxia, hardly any contact with others, as if he had forgotten how to survive without that person. At this moment, Ping Moyu's longing for Yu Wuxia turned into hatred again. Suddenly disappeared, how would he start a new life?

Suddenly, someone patted his shoulder from behind. Ping Moyu turned his head. It was Yu Wuxia's subordinate. He instinctively suspected that Yu Wuxia had repented and wanted to send someone to arrest him. His fear of Yu Wuxia seemed to be deeply rooted. When encountering something related to him, Ping Moyu would subconsciously resist accepting it. This time, he was wrong.

"Mr. Ping, the boss said that the little guy will take you to your residence. The place has been cleaned up and you can just move in." The man replied respectfully.

"My residence? Only, me alone?" Ping Moyu always felt that something was wrong, and asked suspiciously.

"Yes, the boss said that it will be your private house in the future, and there are some silver coins. He said that you will know where to put it when you see the house."

What does it mean?Ping Moyu is still not quite clear, is that person going to break up with him completely?What are you sending them for?Although I don't want to ask, but the words have already been asked, "Then—what about him?"

"Boss, maybe today or tomorrow, I'm going back to Meizhou, I didn't say anything else."

"What?" Ping Moyu's eyes widened, and he couldn't believe what he heard. Yu Wuxia was going back to Meizhou, and she bought a house for herself here. For some reason, Ping Moyu's heart was in a mess right now. Tuanma, almost out of breath, as if the whole world has changed, and he can't adapt to this fact at once. In his concept, there is himself in a flawless place. Now, his face is ugly, as if I want to cry, resisting the dull pain in my heart, I can't admit defeat, Ping Moyu, this is the result you have been longing for for so many years, you have made it through, you have to face the new beginning with a smile.He sniffed and said hoarsely, "You lead the way."

With a dull head, he followed the man to a quiet alley, where a big house stood quietly, with the words "Pingfu" written on it, and a bright red couplet was pasted on the door, which looked quite festive , that bright red couplet deeply hurt Ping Moyu's eyes.

When he reached the door, someone greeted him, "Master Ping?"

Ping Moyu didn't speak, his eyes were empty, and he didn't know anything about the outside world.

"Master Ping?" He called again.

"Ah! Huh? What's the matter?" Ping Moyu came back to his senses and looked at the old man in front of him.

"Master Ping, I will be the housekeeper of Ping Mansion from now on. If you need anything, just ask." The old man replied respectfully.

"En." Ping Moyu didn't speak any more, and followed the servant into his future home in a daze.

Entering the backyard, the first impression is completely in line with my own aesthetics. It seems that the design and layout of this yard has been thoughtful. Needless to say, Ping Moyu also knows who it is. in this way.

He slammed the door and entered his bedroom, which was exactly the same as the place he lived in before. Ping Moyu walked over and opened the closet abruptly. They were all his previous clothes, but the other side of the closet was empty.

Sitting on the chair with no expression on his face, he wanted to take a sip of tea to relieve the depression in his heart, but the moment his fingertips touched the teacup, he grabbed the teacup and fell to the ground.

"Pa—" the teacup shattered into pieces.

The sound of the teacup breaking brought Ping Moyu's heart to a new level. He stood up and kicked over the table. The table was forced to the ground, slipped and hit the wall, making a loud noise, and at the same time, Ping Moyu Mo Yu froze in place.

What are you doing?

In the middle of the night, Yu Wuxia was lying on the bed, tossing and turning, telling herself to go to sleep, forcing herself to go to sleep, but her mind became clearer, and the images of getting along with Mo Yu kept flashing in her mind. to heartache.

He remembered the way Mo Yu smiled at him at the beginning, the corners of his lips were slightly raised, his eyes were curved like crescent moons, and his deep eyes looked at him, gentle and quiet, like spring water in the mountains, clear and pure, let his heart also followed the sinking;

He remembered Mo Yu's resentful eyes towards him at the beginning, his thin lips were tightly pursed, and his eyes were as sharp as a sword emitting a cold light. If he could wish to die with him in despair, indifference, and numbness like a living dead, then he would He can't help but go mad at him, humiliate him, hurt him, eager to see a trace of emotion on his indifferent face like a child.

He thought of the fact that the two of them didn't see each other when they got angry, Mo Yu was restrained by himself, and he went out to vent his anger, and when he came back to apologize, he was annoyed by his alienated eyes, and quarreled again until the two were exhausted, bored.

"Boom boom boom——"

Wondering who would come to knock on the door at night, Yu Wuxia opened the door, a handsome young man stared at him with big eyes, and said cautiously, "Yu, Boss Yu, I... I... I am that one, the newcomer." , I am here to serve you." Finally, he finished his sentence after stammering.

Yu Wuxia's face darkened, and she replied coldly, "Let's go!"

The boy didn't know whether he was really stupid or fake, he was stunned for a moment, his face flushed, he turned around and left, before he left, he said, "Uh, oh."

Frowning, Yu Wuxia turned back to the room, and was about to close the door when she heard a scream, "Ah—"

Yu Wuxia hurriedly opened the door and walked towards the source of the sound, only to see the young man rolled down the stairs just now, curled up in a ball trembling at the corner of the stairs, gritted his teeth tightly and dared not cry out again, the stubborn look in his eyes instantly made him Yu Wuxia thought of Ping Moyu from before, her heart ached slightly, and she went down the stairs to help the boy up.

"Boss?" The young man looked at Yu Wuxia in a dazed look, and retreated a little timidly.

"You still want me to find someone to lift you up?" Yu Wuxia lowered her eyes and glanced at the boy.

"No, no, thank you, thank you boss." The young man was supported by Yu Wuxia tremblingly, trying not to get close to Yu Wuxia's body, and resisting the uncomfortable pain in his legs and feet.

Yu Wuxia naturally felt that the young man beside him deliberately kept a distance from him, so he didn't say much, and helped him into another room, and let the young man sit down.

"What's your name?" Yu Wuxia asked calmly after finding some wound medicine and putting it in the boy's hand.

"My name is Zhuyi." The young man replied softly, Yu Wuxia's aura was too oppressive, so timid he dared not look directly at it.

"Well, when did you come here?" Yu Wuxia also had nothing to do, sitting on the side chatting with the young man, but his identity made the young man afraid, and he didn't dare to say a word.

"Yesterday, I just came here." The boy replied while applying medicine to himself. The medicine sprinkled on the wound made him cry, and he didn't dare to make a sound.

Seeing that he was so distorted, Yu Wuxia said helplessly, "Call out if it hurts, you don't have to bear it." If Ping Moyu fell like this, there would be absolutely no superfluous expression on his face, and he would definitely look at it coldly The wound, allowing herself to give him medicine in distress, thinking of this, Yu Wuxia felt a sense of sadness in her heart.

"Ah? Oh!" The young man nodded, and secretly glanced at Yu Wuxia, only to feel that this person is not as ruthless as he looks.