Dr. Mu gently teases

The steaming heat hit his body, and Mei Yue, who was drenched in rain, finally eased up. He leaned in the bathtub alone, looking at the ceiling with vacant eyes.

Thinking of just now when Mu Zhiqi saw his anxious face, he regretted that he rushed to get wet in the rain, and regretted that he didn't listen to Cheng Hao and called Mu Zhiqi to pick him up.

His throat is itchy and his head is heavy. Is he going to be sick again?

It was half an hour after Mei Yue came out of the bathroom, Mu Zhiqi was sitting by the bed, flipping through a book.

He lowered his head and turned his back to Mei Yue, his slender figure cast a faint shadow under the light, and only the sound of his flipping a book could be heard in the quiet room.

Mei Yue walked over exhausted, sat down beside Mu Zhiqi, glanced inadvertently, and saw clearly that the book Mu Zhiqi was reading was "Zhiqiu".

He paused slightly with his hand holding the towel, trying to ease his inner panic by wiping his hair.

Recently, has he read too many novels?

Mu Zhiqi put the book beside the bed, picked up the towel in Mei Yue's hand, and wiped his hair habitually, without saying a word about him getting wet in the rain.

After wiping his hair, Mu Zhiqi put the towel on the back of the chair, and handed the ginger soup that had been cooked before to Mei Yue.

The light yellow clear liquid rippled slightly in the bowl.

Seeing the ginger soup, Mei Yue's complexion suddenly turned ugly. He looked at her husband with pitifully wide eyes: "Doctor Mu, can't you take some other medicine? Do you have to drink this?"

In fact, it's not necessary, Mu Zhiqi somehow meant to embarrass him.

"Must!" Mu Zhiqi's tone could not be refused.

Mei Yue poured out a lot of bitterness for himself in his heart, and because it was his own doing, he could only endure the pungent taste and swallow it down in one gulp.

The ginger tea bottomed out quickly, and Mu Zhiqi took the bowl with satisfaction and was about to get up.

Mei Yue casually glanced at the closed book and said, "Dr. Mu, you seem to like reading novels very much recently."

Mu Zhiqi glanced at the book on the bedside, and said, "I think you like it, so I'm curious to read it."

"From Zhiwan?" Mei Yue remembered the box that Mu Zhiqi brought from Mu Zhiwan last week. Could it be that Mu Zhiqi brought all of Mu Zhiwan's novels?

"Surprised?" Mu Zhiqi asked.

Mei Yue: "Yes."

Mu Zhiqi: "I want to know you better."

The more Mei looked up at Mu Zhiqi, the more unhappy she felt.

He has been refusing to tell his husband about his past, is he too selfish?

Mei Yue read the book, thinking about what happened tonight, and asked Mu Zhiqi: "Then, have you ever gotten to know this author?"

Mu Zhiqi did not, he was surprised that Mei Yue would ask this: "Don't you like novels?"

The more Mei thinks about it, the more she thinks it is true. Readers generally only read books, and only want to know the author if they really like it.

Mei Yue: "Well, I just like novels."

Mu Zhiqi didn't know what Mei Yue was thinking, but seeing the loneliness in his eyes, he thought of tonight.Mei Yue has not taken the initiative to mention what happened that night since returning home.

Have a problem?

How could a party come back like this.

Mu Zhiqi put down the bowl, picked up Mei Yue and let him lean in his arms. Perhaps it was because he just took a bath that his body temperature was high, and his fair cheeks were slightly flushed.

Mu Zhiqi took his left hand and fumbled for the ring on his finger.

He lowered his eyebrows, his long and narrow phoenix eyes were perfectly covered by the broken hair on his forehead, making it impossible to read his emotions, his tone was deliberately suppressed, and he didn't want to make Mei feel more pressured: "I will tell you what happened tonight." Tell me?"

What should come is still coming, but Mei Yue doesn't have the courage to tell the truth.

Mei Yue paused, bit her lip and answered honestly: "I met some people and thought of some things, both people and things are very bad."

Mei Yue's explanation was really pale, but Mu Zhiqi could understand that he didn't want to say it.

The depression in Mu Zhiqi's eyes was fleeting, he put Mei Yue beside the bed, stroked his head, and finally did not continue to ask: "Go to sleep when you are tired, we will talk about it tomorrow if there is anything else. "

Mu Zhiqi got up, took the empty bowl and walked out of the bedroom.

Mei Yue sat alone on the bedside and stared at the wooden door of the bedroom in a daze. He recalled Mu Zhiqi's expression when he left. Was he disappointed in him?

Did he not tell him, was he mad at him?

Soon, he heard the closing sound of the study room next door, the sound was very soft, but it still reached Mei Yue's ears.

In an instant, the tears that he suppressed fell down from his eyes. Compared with anger and grievance, it was more self-blame.

Mei Yue leaned against the head of the bed weakly, and suddenly felt that his whole body was wrapped in cold air in an ice cellar. The cold air spread from the soles of his feet to the top of his head. Became a double shadow, and then everything he saw was blurred.

He closed his eyes and fell on the bed...

Mu Zhiqi didn't return to the room immediately after delivering the bowl, but went to the study and picked up his cell phone to call Cheng Hao.

He didn't say anything, but he was very concerned about what happened to Mei Yue tonight.

While answering the phone, Cheng Hao already knew Mu Zhiqi's intentions.

"I know what you asked me, but if Mei Yue didn't say anything, I don't think I can tell you anything." This is Cheng Hao's answer to Mu Zhiqi.

Sitting at the table, Mu Zhiqi heard Cheng Hao's words, his deep eyes became deeper and deeper.

He pursed his lips tightly, tapped the table with his slender left fingers, and was thinking.

"I think you know Mei Yue better than I do. If you don't tell me, he will never tell me." Mu Zhiqi's tone was too firm. At this moment, he was madly jealous of the man on the other side of the receiver who grew up with Mei Yue .

What happened tonight, even he can't say.

"But I... hey!" Cheng Hao sighed helplessly on the receiver, "You know that there are some things that outsiders really can't intervene unless they are involved, not to mention the relationship between me and Meizi, we..."

Cheng Hao wanted to help Mei Yue, but tonight's matter was not simple, it involved two years ago, if he was allowed to presume to tell Mu Zhiqi directly, he would not be able to do it.

"In short, you trust Meizi, no matter what happened tonight, he has already taken care of it, so you don't need to worry." Cheng Hao could only comfort Mu Zhiqi in this way.

Cheng Hao deliberately changed the subject, which made Mu Zhiqi very unhappy, "You have to know, it will be a matter of time before I find out about him by my own means, so instead of letting me check it out myself, why don't you tell me first, so that we can find out about him? It saves unnecessary trouble.”

Even through the screen, Mu Zhiqi's low pressure is still scary.

Cheng Hao took a breath and tried to calm himself down.

What Mu Zhiqi said was the truth, with Mu Zhiqi's identity and status in the imperial capital, it would not be difficult to know anyone.

but……

This thing made him really embarrassed.

After hesitating again and again, Cheng Hao compromised: "Okay, I'll talk about the matter, but the details, well, let's wait for you to investigate."

Cheng Hao has regressed, and Mu Zhiqi no longer makes things difficult for him.

Cheng Hao: "It's like this. Tonight we met a friend whom we haven't seen for a long time. This friend has some troubles with Mei Yue, and this incident has caused a lot of trouble to Mei Yue's life, so he is a little abnormal tonight."

Cheng Hao deliberately made the matter vague, but Mu Zhiqi grasped the key point: "What's the festival?"

Cough cough cough, is this guy so difficult?

Mei Yue, don't blame my brother for talking too much, it's because your husband is too scary!

Cheng Hao straightened his thoughts and said, "It happened two years ago, um... Anyway, after this incident happened, we broke up with this person."

Mei Yue doesn't have many friends, but he values ​​feelings more than anyone else, so it's not that simple for him to say the word "break up" according to his personality.

Mu Zhiqi wanted to ask more specific questions, Cheng Hao started to play Tai Chi with him, but Mu Zhiqi had no choice but to say thank you.

The moment Mu Zhiqi was about to hang up the phone, Cheng Hao suddenly stopped him.

Cheng Hao: "That Mr. Mu."

Mu Zhiqi: "Well, tell me."

Cheng Hao: "I know it's superfluous for me to say this, and I also know your feelings for Meizi, but there is something I still want to tell you."

Mu Zhiqi said patiently: "Well, tell me."

"Treat him well, he deserves your kindness to him." Cheng Hao said.

Mu Zhiqi's eyes were shining, he raised his eyebrows and looked out the window, it was still raining lightly, "Thank you, I always thought it was worth it."

Cheng Hao: "Well, and, what happened two years ago, you can start with his novels, well, I'm sorry I can only talk about this, I wish you good luck."

The phone was hung up, and Mu Zhiqi's thoughts stopped on Cheng Hao's last sentence, Mei Yue's novel?

But he didn't know what Mei Yue wrote, nor did he know Mei Yue's pen name.

and many more

Some fragmentary images suddenly flashed before Mu Zhiqi's eyes.

He moved his gaze to the half-opened cardboard box.

Mei Yue has written novels, he likes to read Mu Zhiqiu's novels, and has an unusual emotion for Mu Zhiqiu's novels.

Cheng Hao's office also has novels by Mu Zhiqiu.

Mei Yue gave the gift from City D directly to her younger sister who also liked the novels of Twilight Autumn.

and so……

Mu Zhiqi clenched his fist and pressed it to his lips, he took a deep breath, hesitant about his guess for the first time.

Will it be him?

Will Mu Zhiqiu be Mei Yue?

These two seemingly incompatible names got together at this moment because of Mu Zhiqi's hesitation.

He immediately picked up his mobile phone and called Kang Jie. He remembered that a few years ago, Kang Jie's second brother bought the film and television copyright of the novel "Zhi Qiu", so would he have met the author?

The call came, and the person who answered the phone was Bai Yanjun.

Bai Yanjun: "Zhiqi, what's going on so late?"

"Where is Kang Jie?" Mu Zhiqi's tone was extremely urgent, Bai Yanjun rarely saw him like this.

Bai Yanjun: "You, wait, I'll call him."

Sparse voices came from the receiver, it was Bai Yanjun walking, and then Mu Zhiqi heard the door closing and a very noisy sound.

"Zhiqi is looking for you!" This was Bai Yanjun's voice shouting in a noisy environment.

Mu Zhiqi knew from his voice that Kang Jie must be playing a game.

Kang Jie didn't delay too long, because after Bai Yanjun turned off his game, he told him that Mu Zhiqi seemed to be in a hurry.

"What? It's not your style to call at night!" Kang Jie's clanking voice came from the receiver.

Mu Zhiqi didn't want to talk nonsense with him, so he got straight to the point, "Do you still remember a film and television copyright that your brother bought a few years ago called "Zhiqiu"?"

Kang Jie: "Hey, I thought what happened to you. Of course I remember."

Mu Zhiqi: "Ask your brother, has he met the author of this book?"

Kang Jie felt strange, what happened to Mu Zhiqi today, why he suddenly became interested in novels.

"Why, don't you also want to develop your Mu family and enter the entertainment circle, but you chose the wrong person this time. I heard that the author of "Zhiqiu" has been banned for plagiarism two years ago. If you find it, there is no value at all. Fortunately, my brother bought it in advance, and it will be released immediately after filming, and he can make a lot of money. If the show is suppressed, my brother will suffer a lot..."

Mu Zhiqi frowned, "What did you just say?"

Kang Jie thought that Mu Zhiqi didn't understand, and explained: "That is, if you want to invest now, you can find someone else, oh, by the way, the Zhou Hehan who wrote a novel last time is quite famous, although he is not very famous. So, what I have written is not bad.”

"Don't tell me what's there and what's not. Let me ask you, what happened to the author of "Zhiqiu" two years ago?" Mu Zhiqi's voice was so eager that Kang Jie could hear his abnormality.

Kang Jie: "Well, that's right, it was plagiarized two years ago...and then the pen was sealed."

Mu Zhiqi tightened his grip on the phone, the shock in his heart was greater than the anxiety, "Plagiarism?"

He hardly dared to associate the word "plagiarism" with his husband.

No, probably not.

Mu Zhiqi: "Do you have any specific news about Mu Zhiqiu? I want it right now."

Kang Jie was confused by Mu Zhiqi, "What do you want this for? This is an old man."

Mu Zhiqi seemed to have lost his patience, and coldly uttered a word: "Say."

Kang Jie immediately replied: "It's all on the Internet, you can find it by searching for Muzhiqiu, but you..."

Before Kang Jie could finish his sentence, Mu Zhiqi hung him up.

He quickly turned on the computer, clicked on the browser, and entered the three words "Twilight Autumn" in the search box, but he refused to press the Enter key with his fingers.

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