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In the afternoon, the fragrance of tea overflows.

The door was pushed open, and a wheelchair slowly drove in, accompanied by a low and pleasant voice: "Rick, long time no see."

The man named Rick was sitting lazily on the sofa, looking at the teacup in his hand. Hearing this, he raised his head and looked at the person in the wheelchair.

"Long time no see, your body is really not as good as before."

Mu De smiled, raised his hand to stop the movement of the people behind him, and said softly, "Just stay here! You go out."

"Okay, sir."

The sound of footsteps gradually faded away, Mu De folded his hands, covering his chest and abdomen, and slowly turned around following the sound, with a gentle face, "I have something, I want to ask you to do me a favor."

Although the tone of voice was very polite, there was an undeniable force in it.

Rick took off his sunglasses, squinted his eyes, and looked at Mulder, but still felt that something was wrong, so he stood up and approached, shaking his hand in front of his eyes.

Mu De said with a smile, "My eyes are not very good, I can't see anything."

"No wonder—" Rick finally understood, sneered, and sat back down again, "Maybe it's because you did too many bad things that you will be punished."

This man was a mighty wild wolf a few years ago, no one dared to provoke him. Later, he was injured and gradually disappeared. He ran to the country unexpectedly, and learned how to cultivate himself from the people here. He drank tea— —

Mu De raised his head, followed the prestige, and replied calmly: "If there is really a retribution, then you have to be careful, so that you don't fall to the point where you are worse than me in two years."

Rick picked up his teacup, raised his eyebrows, and looked at it carefully, "Tsk tsk... I remember your reminder, tell me! What do you want from me?"

Mu De smiled slightly, with a soft voice, and only said three ones, "Chu Mingkun."

The tea room was silent, except for the gurgling sound of the boiling water in the corner. The man spoke in a gentle tone. After thinking for a while, he added: "He is my man."

Rick was a little surprised, took a sip of tea, and immediately frowned bitterly: "What's the use of you looking for me for what the old woman did? You should look for her, and the person who died is also on her side. That place is very prestigious, and it’s easy to deal with.”

Mu De couldn't see his eyes, but it didn't affect his demeanor at all. He didn't seem to be annoyed when he heard the words, and his tone was still soft, "I'm looking for you, Rick, you know me. After so many years, there is no one else around me." , since this child is my man, no matter what he does, I will protect him."

The lingering sound in the words is so raw that it makes people shudder.

"You want to deal with the Chu family, which has nothing to do with me, but Chu Mingkun can't."

Rick's hand holding the teacup froze, "Father pays the debt..."

Mu De interrupted him rarely, with a deep tone, "They are not biological father and son."

This seems to be... There is some truth to it, it's just raising a father and a son.

Rick touched his chin, nodded, realized that the other party couldn't see him, and said "um", "according to the rules and regulations here, it is true, but I didn't go for Chu Mingkun. Who told that old man from the Chu family to hand over the company to an outsider, it's really beyond my expectation."

At first, I thought... that old man let his youngest son Chu Heng return to China to take over the company, but he didn't expect to hand over the company to an outsider.

"It's a pity you can't see it," Rick lit a cigarette and smiled eerily, "We haven't seen each other for many years, and I still want you to see me now! But speaking of it...you didn't There are too many changes, compared to you, I am really old."

There are already many wrinkles on his face, and the vicissitudes of time can be seen in them. His beard and hair are all gray, and his temples are slightly frosted. Therefore, Mu De is a little jealous when he sees the well-maintained eye lines that can only be revealed when he smiles.

"Looks come from the heart," Mu De replied unhurriedly, coughing a bit, "In short, I can't see it, and it doesn't make much sense what it looks like."

"It's a good thing you can't see," Rick finished smoking a cigarette, got up and straightened his clothes, and walked out with a big smile. "Otherwise—I'm afraid the two of us wouldn't be able to sit here and talk so calmly."

When he passed the wheelchair, he stopped for a moment, suddenly sneered, and raised his hand to Mu De.

The man was not in a hurry, but his movements were steady and powerful, his palms were slightly closed, and he pushed back directly with great strength.

Rick didn't bother, just tap it, try it out, then put his hand away, and walked out leisurely, "You're good at it, let's say goodbye."

Mu De slightly lowered his eyes, a trace of coldness flashed across his face, he caught the sound of the door opening and closing by his ear, and suddenly sighed softly.

"Rick, how does it feel to kill someone you love with your own hands? Have you really forgotten after so many years? That woman—has she ever come to you in a dream?"

The people who had already reached the door seemed to pause for a moment, and then closed the door vigorously. The tea room was completely silent, and there was no more sound.

Mu De lifted the corners of his lips, and chuckled lightly, a little smugly.

Judging from the other party's reaction, he was sure that the old incident more than ten years ago was clearly the one who had a bad heart, but he dared to come back, so he was not afraid of... being ripped off by others?

My eyes are still blurry, but there are often lights and shadows floating around, and I don't know if it is completely blind.

The smell of tea was mixed with the smell of smoke, and Mu De was a little uncomfortable with the smell, his throat was uncomfortable, and he coughed intermittently.

Recently, rheumatism has been severe, and his knees are so painful that it is difficult to walk, otherwise he would definitely not be able to use a wheelchair. Rick's affairs are really difficult. According to the information he just received, this person... I am afraid he has gone crazy.

There is nothing a madman can't do.

Rick came back with old grievances, but he was not in a hurry to act, and his recent actions were just for fun, as if... not in a hurry.

Mu De put his hands on his knees, frowning in pain.

He had never been a nosy man, and their grievances had nothing to do with him, but this time, Chu Mingkun was involved, and he would inevitably be accidentally injured, just like this time.

Rick-

It seems that everything in this world has a cause and an effect, no matter how many years have passed, it will be repaid sooner or later.

Mu De supported his forehead and sighed deeply.

He lived under the hail of guns and bullets in the past few decades, with passion and enthusiasm. He has tried all the pleasures and madness in this world. Now that he is old, he has settled down. It is not easy to meet a child who suits his heart and can accompany him well. In the end... I was forced to get involved in that trouble.

That's all, after all, he's not so strong that he can't even protect himself, let alone that child.

Thinking of Chu Mingkun, a smile slowly surfaced on Mu De's face, gradually overlapping with warmth, and then a little warmth.