Pillow people and dignitaries

"Ozawa, do you really want to divorce me? If we were a couple, I would consider breaking up, but we are married, and you are my partner. Legally, we have to accompany each other for the rest of our lives. Impulsive divorce. Think about your parents. They are old. Even if you fell out with them at the beginning, you still hope that you will live well in your heart, but do you know what will happen to outsiders if we get divorced? Look at your Mu family? They may respect the Mu family on the surface, but they still talk about the Mu family's family style in private."

Lu Cheng's words were like poison, colorless and tasteless, poured into the water glass, waiting patiently for Mu Zeqiao to drink it down.

There was a gentle smile on his face, his chin was resting on his hands, and he said in a very low and soft voice with the posture of a winner, "Don't you want your parents to be unable to hold their heads up in front of outsiders?"

In the previous life, if in the first five years, Lu Cheng was weakening Mu Zeqiao's rebelliousness, then in the next five years, Lu Cheng was slowly destroying Mu Zeqiao's self-esteem.

Sitting opposite Lu Cheng, Mu Zeqiao watched him turn black and white coldly, "Could it be me who cheated? You got the wrong partner, right?"

Lu Cheng pushed the gold-rimmed glasses on the bridge of his nose, and the black eyes under the lenses overflowed with a hint of complacency, "When you announced your retirement for me, almost everyone thought that we would go on forever. If we divorced, those reports How would you write it? Or do you think divorce is a child's play? I made a mistake. I have apologized to you countless times this month. If you make me kneel, I can kneel now, and I should forgive me."

This passage caused the 24-year-old Mu Zeqiao in his previous life to sneer. He lowered his head, put his palms on his forehead, and the hair on his forehead slid down to block the emotion in his eyes.

"Forgive? Do you think it's possible? It's you, the betrayal!"

Lu Cheng got up and stretched out his hand to touch Mu Zeqiao's face, "I won't agree to a divorce. Think carefully about what you just said. I really want to live with you."

Mu Zeqiao patted his hand away, his exquisite facial features were extremely indifferent, his lips moved slightly, and he uttered a word: "Get lost."

Lu Cheng said something that entered Mu Zeqiao's heart.

"Don't you want your parents to be unable to hold their heads up in front of outsiders?"

Back then, it was he who fell out with his family and wanted to marry Lu Cheng, but now he is the one who insists on a divorce.

In his previous life, the 24-year-old Mu Zeqiao pretended to be fearless in front of Lu Cheng, but his heart was still in turmoil because of this sentence.

The 17-year-old's waywardness has already hurt his parents once, but is it right or wrong to insist on divorce now?

Lu Cheng once again brought Mu Zeqiao into an endless loop. He cut in from the perspective of his relatives, and perfectly missed the main reason of this matter.

The 17-year-old Mu Zeqiao can be willful and ignorant, but the 24-year-old Mu Zeqiao can't.

During that time, Lu Cheng instilled many absurd ideas in him, and for a few moments his thoughts almost followed Lu Cheng astray.

In those ten years, he wanted to go back to Mu's house to meet his mother and father countless times, but he also dared not go home. He was afraid of seeing them, and also afraid that they would not forgive him.

He had the same idea in his previous life and this life, he hoped to get better, and when he returned to Mu's house, he thought he could overcome this hurdle as soon as possible this time.

But now he suddenly saw Mu Yifeng.

He lowered his head like a child who made a mistake, waiting for the other party to issue punishment.

"I didn't expect you to come back to "Time 2" again. What's wrong? The young master of the Lu family isn't good enough for you?"

Mu Yifeng crossed his arms, his eyes were full of sarcasm.

Mu Zeqiao lowered his head, did not speak, clasped his palms with his fingertips again and again.

There was no one else in the corridor, Mu Yifeng walked towards Mu Zeqiao, and continued to sarcastically, "Your heart is really cruel, there has never been a white-eyed wolf like you in the three generations of the Mu family."

Mu Zeqiao still didn't answer.

This is what he should bear, and he can't blame others.

He actually went back to Mu's house in those ten years, but he was often blocked by Mu Yifeng. Later, every time he went back, he would just stand near Mu's house for half a day before leaving. In his previous life, after divorcing Lu Cheng, There is almost no chance to go back to the Mu family.

Some people grow up in an instant, and when Mu Zeqiao saw through Lu Cheng's hypocritical appearance, it was also when he really grew up.

Mu Yifeng was a little taller than Mu Zeqiao, and he lowered his eyes slightly to look at his younger brother whom he hadn't seen for a few years, "Why did you become a coward? Didn't I say something before and you had to stab me at least three times?" ?”

Mu Zeqiao looked down at the shadow on the ground, breathing suddenly became tense, "Brother..."

"No, I didn't know I had a younger brother."

Mu Yifeng usually wouldn't make such barbed sentences, but he was really annoyed by Mu Zeqiao's way of beheading first and playing later, and Mu Zeqiao didn't go home these few years, which made him look down on him even more.

In the past two years, Mu Zeqiao was often rejected by Mu Yifeng. Later, he did not refuse to go back, but instead stood downstairs for a long time.

Mu Zeqiao took a deep breath and tried his best to make his emotions seem calm and unsteady. He was not angry, but he was depressed. Suddenly, he wanted Mu Yifeng to take him back to Mu's house, to meet Mu's parents and Mu's mother. .

But what qualifications does he have now?

A warm hand covered his shoulder, and a deep and cold voice sounded from behind him, "Are you here to visit?"

Mu Yifeng stopped his mocking gaze, and nodded towards Fu Junchi who was walking.

Fu Junchi raised his wrist to check the time, "The machine will start up in half an hour, and if you don't go there, you will run out of time."

Only then did Mu Yifeng remember the important things he had come here, and smiled politely, "Thank you."

Ever since Fu Junchi appeared, Mu Yifeng didn't say a word to Mu Zeqiao. He thanked him and walked back towards the crew.

Every time Mu Zeqiao was in a bad mood, he would habitually smoke a cigarette. He touched the pocket of his coat, but there was nothing there, and he touched the pocket of his trousers, still nothing.

After searching all his pockets, he remembered that Fu Junchi had taken away the cigarettes and lighters.

He licked his dry lips and looked at Fu Junchi eagerly.

"No."

Fu Junchi cut off his thoughts without hesitation, "I threw it away yesterday."

"Brother Fu, I can't quit smoking all at once..." Mu Zeqiao couldn't do without smoking not because of his addiction, but because he needed something to comfort his spirit, something to fill him up.

If it is a problem of smoking addiction, then he should be reborn without smoking addiction, but he still wants to smoke two from time to time.

"I didn't ask you to quit, but I told you not to smoke until the injury on your hand is not healed, can't you help it?"

Fu Junchi turned and walked back, Mu Zeqiao nodded beside him.

"Ah."

"If you can't help it, you have to bear it, remember this lesson."

Fu Junchi's sudden appearance helped Mu Zeqiao out of the siege. He didn't ask the reason, nor did he say if he heard anything. To a certain extent, it gave Mu Zeqiao the greatest comfort in his heart.

"Start shooting today?"

"Strictly speaking, it should be tomorrow. Today is just a get-together."