Shock! The male protagonist has turned dark again, the host should pamper him

When Xu Muzhe arrived at the villa, Lu Zhuohan was sitting in the middle of the hall, drinking with his head tilted back, and there were many empty cans beside his legs.

He heard footsteps and turned to look at Xu Muzhe.

"You're back?" Lu Zhuohan raised his other hand and casually wiped the water droplets on his chin, revealing a gorgeous smile. "Where have you been? Are you reluctant to leave your old lover again?"

Xu Muzhe walked over, snatched the bottle from Lu Zhuohan, frowned and said, "Why are you drinking suddenly?"

He lowered his head and looked at the bottles and cans on the ground.

"Why did you drink so much? I remember you didn't like drinking."

Lu Zhuohan looked up at Xu Muzhe. Maybe it was because of drinking, but there was a thin layer of mist on his face and his eyes were red.

"But I can't get drunk. No matter how much I drink, my mind is clear."

Without waiting for Xu Muzhe to answer, Lu Zhuohan opened another bottle of wine, took a big gulp, and laughed at himself.

"When I was alive, I was afraid it would be bad for my health, so I didn't drink much. Now that I'm dead, I want to drink, but alcohol has no effect on me."

Xu Muzhe pursed his lips, then sat on the floor with him.

"Did something happen?" Xu Muzhe asked knowingly.

Lu Zhuohan paused in his drinking, a trace of struggle flashed across his eyes, and after a long time, he shook his head vigorously.

"Nothing happened."

"Do you know about my parents?" Xu Muzhe asked again.

"boom--"

Lu Zhuohan smashed the bottle to the ground, and the wine flowed out, emitting the aroma of wine.

"Why do you have to tell me?" Lu Zhuohan finally lost his composure and glared at Xu Muzhe with red eyes. "No matter how I asked you before, you refused to tell me. Why are you asking me now? Do you also think that there is no way to sugarcoat things between us anymore?"

Xu Muzhe stretched out his fingers to wipe away the tears on his face.

“We can start over.”

Lu Zhuohan was stunned and stared at Xu Muzhe in disbelief.

Want to start over?

How should they start, one of them and one of them is a ghost?

Moreover, his father was killed by Xu Muzhe, and Xu Muzhe's parents were killed by their Lu family.

How can they start over with all the hatred between them?

"Don't lie to me!" Lu Zhuohan slapped Xu Muzhe's hand away. "You approached me just to avenge your parents. How could you like me? Besides, I'm already dead. I don't know when my soul will be gone. How can I deceive myself and be with you?"

"I used you before, but I've let go of the hatred in my heart. I no longer think about my parents' death. I just want to be with you, even if it's only for a short time."

Xu Muzhe wanted to hug him, but Lu Zhuohan suddenly stepped back.

"I can't do it." Lu Zhuohan shook his head frantically, "I really can't do it."

"Xiaohan."

Lu Zhuohan disappeared again, and Xu Muzhe could only grasp at the air.

He sighed and said to the system, "I really hate the setting of this world."

Not only Xu Muzhe thought so, the system also felt that this world was too troublesome.

The target of the attack disappears at any time and cannot be caught at all, making its host seem very passive.

*

When Xie Shuzhi was discharged from the hospital, he sent a message to Xu Muzhe.

But after waiting for two hours, there was no reply.

Xie Shuzhi stared at the black screen and curled his lips in self-mockery.

"Come on, take me straight back to the apartment."

After hearing this, the assistant immediately hailed a taxi.

In the car, the assistant stared at Xie Shuzhi's legs anxiously.

"Why don't you think about it again? What if you don't get enough rest and hurt your legs? You make a living on stage. If you can't dance, you're doomed."

In the past, the assistant might not have been too worried.

But now he felt that the president no longer paid much attention to Xie Shuzhi, and his engagement was even broken off, so it was unlikely that he would be able to rely on him for support.

Xie Shuzhi disagreed, "If Brother Xu doesn't come to watch me dance, then what's the point of me going on stage again?"

Seeing that he was showing some signs of depression, the assistant quickly coaxed him, saying, "How could that be? Mr. Xu paid you a lot of compensation, so he must still care about you."

"He gave me the money because he wanted to clear all ties with me." Xie Shuzhi closed his eyes, but tears still flowed out. "He's so cruel. He's so eager to get rid of me."

The assistant really didn't know what to say, so he just remained silent.

It will be rush hour, and the traffic will be a bit congested.

Xie Shuzhi looked out the car window and suddenly caught a glimpse of a homeless man lying on a trash can, rummaging through the contents.

"Xiao Chen, I used to do the same thing as him, going through the trash can."

The assistant looked over, a look of shock on his face.

He knew that Xie Shuzhi came from a poor family, but he didn't expect that he had been a homeless person.

Xie Shuzhi thought of the past and his eyes softened.

"In the past, when Brother Xu and I had nothing to eat and were really hungry, I would come out here to look for food. Luckily, Brother Xu lives in a villa area. Those rich people often waste food, and they would just throw away fresh fruits. But fortunately, they waste food, so Brother Xu and I can fill our stomachs."

The assistant listened to what he said in surprise. Even the driver in front was surprised and turned off the song in the car.

"Brother Xu has been a young master since he was a child. I know he can't lower himself to search through trash cans. But I'm different. I was abandoned by my parents when I was young and was no different from a beggar, so this kind of dirty work should be done by me."

What Xie Shuzhi said to Lu Zhuohan was half true and half false.

In fact, he was the only one rummaging through the trash can.

After the death of the Xu couple, Xu Muzhe seemed indifferent to many things. Even when he was about to faint from hunger, he never thought of looking for food.

Xie Shuzhi felt sorry for Xu Muzhe. Of course, he felt it was shameful to rummage through the trash can, but nothing was more important than filling his stomach, nor was anything more important than letting Xu Muzhe live a good life.

"However, in the summer, food is not so easy to find. It tends to become smelly and spoil easily, and you have to keep it in the trash can."

He clearly remembered the hot summer days when his skin was sunburned red. When he saw a servant coming with garbage, he would rush forward to grab it.

The director of the orphanage occasionally helps them, but the budget is limited and they can't help them all the time.

The director often advised him to go back, at least he wouldn't have to starve in the orphanage.

Xie Shuzhi had no way to leave because he was afraid that if he left, Xu Muzhe would not be able to survive.

"It's all over, Brother Xie. You will get better and better in the future." The assistant comforted him.

Xie Shuzhi shook his head.

"But I want to go back." Xie Shuzhi choked up and said, "Those were the happiest days of my life."