Brilliant

It was a bit late, Xu Hui had already sent the place and time of dinner to Wen Mingyuan's mobile phone, and the two of them hurried to the restaurant after closing the door.

Wen Mingyuan felt a little regretful, he should have booked the hotel first, it was really shameful to go to see Xu Hui's family in such a disgraceful manner.But there was no time left for him to clean himself up, the two could only wash their hands and faces in the hotel toilet.

Xu Hui's husband, Tang Qingsong, is the owner of a local supermarket. He has heard about Wen Mingyuan's affairs for a long time.He thought that when Wen Mingyuan ran away from home, he wanted to sever all ties with Xu Hui, but today Xu Hui suddenly told him that Wen Mingyuan was back.

But fortunately, Wen Ming is far from the withdrawn and awkward person he imagined.He is cheerful and sunny, just like what he saw on TV.Tang Qingsong asked some questions about the TV series, and Wen Mingyuan answered them in an orderly manner, and the conversation between the two was quite harmonious.

When Tang Qingsong looked at Mo Beicheng, he said, "You are Xiaoyuan's boyfriend, right? My wife told me about it. Thank you for taking care of Xiaoyuan."

Mo Beicheng was taken aback for a moment.

Tang Qingsong explained with a smile: "Don't think of me as an old man with rigid thinking. I do business with others every day and I have never seen anyone. Then our dinner today is almost the same as meeting parents. As Xiaoyuan's male parents, some I still have to ask the question."

Mo Beicheng nodded, "Say it."

"It's your current income... Don't blame uncle for being tacky. For the sake of the happiness of both of you, there are some things that should be asked or must be asked," Tang Qingsong said.

"income......"

Income is a liability...do you still ask...

Mo Beicheng naturally couldn't tell the truth, "I'm a songwriter, a song...it depends on the situation, sometimes it's good and sometimes it's bad."

Only then did Tang Qingsong come to his senses, "Oh, you are that W, right? I know you, and our supermarket often plays songs written by you. That's fine, then the income will be no problem. Young people, work hard! Try to become like M. musicians."

Wen Mingyuan just choked on himself drinking tea.

Mo Beicheng's heart is complicated...

If the M account is not taken back, it will die.

"How about your family? Can you accept you?" Tang Qingsong asked.

"No father and no mother," Mo Beicheng replied, "I do have an older brother. He knows about it, but he doesn't care about me."

Although Mo Nanxuan completely misunderstood the relationship between Mo Beicheng and Wen Mingyuan under Ou Yu's misleading.

As for Mo Jingzhi, just treat him as dead!

"Then..." Tang Qingsong was stunned for a moment, he really didn't know whether he should express happiness or sorrow at this time, "You know Xiaoyuan's situation too, in fact, it's really nice for you two to be together like this OK."

"I will take good care of him," Mo Beicheng secretly held Wen Mingyuan's hand under the table.

Tang Qingsong wanted to ask them about their future plans, but Xu Hui shook his head at him.The two of them must have thought about the future before they are so sure of each other.

Everyone had a happy meal. During the meal, everyone's eyes were on Wen Mingyuan, and Mo Beicheng secretly booked a hotel with his mobile phone.I plan to go to rest after the two of them finish their meal, and then take the high-speed train to leave early tomorrow morning.

During the meal, Xu Hui took out a photo of her and Tang Qingsong's daughter. The little girl was white and tender, and now she could speak some simple words. Wen Mingyuan liked children, so Xu Hui insisted on sending her sister's photo to herself.

Wen Mingyuan drank some wine with Tang Qingsong. Although he was not drunk, he walked in a smug manner.Mo Beicheng was afraid that he would fall, so he helped him all the way to the hotel.

Wen Mingyuan lay on the bed, watching Mo Beicheng sitting on the floor sorting out the letters.He carefully folded the letters and put them together in chronological order.He organized it so meticulously, just like the staff of the archives.

"Help me pick out the bully, and I'll send it to Wang Lingliu," Wen Mingyuan didn't bother to move, and directed Mo Beicheng's officer, "Well, if it weren't for all these things, I wouldn't have kept myself for such a long time I'll tell you a secret."

After hearing this, Mo Beicheng put down the letter in his hand, "Didn't you plan to tell me?"

"Yes," Wen Mingyuan replied, "Think about it, if I said to you: 'I have loved you for many years, and I wrote you more than 120 love letters in high school. I still don't talk about it."

"There's nothing to be ashamed of," Mo Beicheng replied.

"Little brother, do you really not care about me...my past?"

"Then have you ever cared about my past?" Mo Beicheng asked.

Wen Mingyuan shook his head.

In fact, Mo Beicheng didn't tell him that he was very happy that Wen Mingyuan's past was as bad as his, so that he could embrace this person without burden.

Mo Beicheng took a photo with Wen Mingyuan's cell phone and handed it to Wen Mingyuan.Wen Mingyuan sent it to Wang Lingliu, and explained that the postmarks on the envelope were out of print, which proved that Wen Mingyuan had indeed written these letters in the past.As for whether to believe it or not, it depends on Wang Lingliu herself.

However, for the sake of Wen Mingyuan's future reputation, Wen Mingyuan and Sun Junliang finally planned to pay the person who blackmailed them.After all, "Lily's Boy" was about to start filming. At this time, Wen Mingyuan got involved in any news related to campus bullying, and there was no way to completely get rid of it.

The person who blackmailed Wen Mingyuan was one of the high school classmates who bullied Wen Mingyuan back then.

He was complacent because he got 2 yuan for no reason, but at this moment, someone knocked on the door of his rented apartment.He opened the door, but found that there was no one at the door.He was wondering when he suddenly saw an envelope placed on the cement floor at the door.

He quickly picked it up to read, but the contents inside were so frightened that he broke out in a cold sweat.

The envelope was filled with photos of my family and residence, and I even marked my relationship with myself with a bright red marker.In the last photo, there are only three barrels of red gasoline.

The meaning of the threat is self-evident.

Open the envelope, and there is a sentence written on it: leave the city with 2 yuan, or you will bear the consequences.

His hands trembled, and the letter accidentally fell to the ground.

On the first floor of the apartment where he lived, Mo Beicheng heard the door closing, put on his sunglasses, and was about to leave.He originally wanted to use more extreme means to solve this matter, but at night he promised Wen Mingyuan that he would go back and stew winter melon pork ribs soup for him, so he didn't have time to deal with this person for the time being.

Count him lucky.

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