Ru Yue Shu Yun Feng Wen Wan

Mr. Mu felt bad.

Could it be that he recognized himself as him tonight?

After all, there is a rift and we no longer trust each other completely. Should we be cautious about everything we do?

She's just a woman, what's there to hide?

His eyes frequently looked towards where the woman was, but his hands were rummaging around, not knowing what he was doing to divert his attention.

The noise woke the woman.

"You came?"

Mr. Mu said in a cold voice: "I'm afraid I'll disappoint you."

The woman was frightened and shrank into herself, hugging the quilt.

She still remembered why she came to this dark place.

It's because of him.

A feeling of resentment rose in my heart.

Every time Qiao Mu came, every word and sentence was about him, and his heart and eyes were filled with him.

It was as if I was a witness to their emotional journey. If I showed impatience, he would just say:

"There's a price to pay for spoiling the fun. Even if you don't like it, you can just pull out your tongue."

From Qiao Mu's words, she seemed to have guessed what kind of person Mr. Mu was.

She thought that Mr. Mu would not give his true heart easily, and what Qiao Mu said was nothing but his own imagination.

But it cannot be ruled out that Mr. Mu has some feelings.

He was quickly calculating in his mind how to plant a thorn in the hearts of the two men.

Even if I die, it's worth it. Life in fear is not so pleasant. It's better to die early and be reborn early.

People who are alive now pick it up every day, so it’s nothing strange if they don’t find it.

He deliberately looked Mr. Mu up and down.

"Mr. Mu, that's all."

Mr. Mu dragged a chair over, sat down, and looked at her leisurely to see what she would say.

"It's just a pity that I can't see your true face."

"But I think he must be a handsome man picked out of thousands, otherwise he wouldn't be thought of so often."

Mr. Mu thought of Qiao Mu: "Remembering you?"

The woman lowered her head, a smug look in her eyes: Mr. Mu is really nothing special.

The first step to a successful plan is to arouse his interest.

Cover your mouth as if you have said something wrong.

"It is this servant who deserves to die. Please don't forgive me, Mr. Mu."

The last expression that appeared on that pitiful face was jealousy.

Mr. Mu didn't know whether she was really so innocent or too scheming.

No matter what, this play requires someone's cooperation, otherwise how can you get the answers you are interested in?

He walked over and pinched her chin very hard. He felt that if he pressed harder, he could crush her bones.

But he is not a good person, no matter how much he pretends to be one.

"Tell it out, maybe I can save your life."

The woman was pinched so hard that she felt pain and dared not underestimate the enemy again.

He said vaguely: "I said, you, let go first."

Mr. Mu let go and sat back in his chair.

The woman returned to her jealous and almost crazy look.

But it is true, it just adds some emotion.

"You don't think that Qiao Mu has a pure mind towards you, do you?"

Mr. Mu kept smiling as if he was listening to someone else's story, and even looked a little bit amused.

Perhaps he had been treating her words as a joke from now on.

This look of indifference from the inside out really irritated the woman. She didn't want to see him being calm and composed.

She wanted to see disgust and nausea in his eyes, and she wanted to make it impossible for them to be together.

Even if it succeeds, his words will always linger around them and accompany them throughout their lives.

How can it not be considered a form of immortality?

After all, as long as one of them is alive, he will always think of me.

Then I will no longer be a lonely ghost with no one caring about me.

"He treated you..."

Stop talking and shake your head.

"Do you have a portrait in his possession?"

Mr. Mu believed that she directed and acted the role herself, and could perform perfectly without his cooperation.

"Or some kind of underwear."

“You don’t even need any spiritual support.”

"Because in his mind, you have been played with by him countless times.

Every time he lies on my bed, he calls your name.

When he was working hard with me, he always covered my head. Can you guess what he was thinking? "

Unconsciously, I was led by her and felt that I would never be able to look at Qiao Mu with normal eyes from now on.

The woman lifted her sleeves, revealing a striking red mark on her arm.

"Yesterday, he left traces here. Do you know why?"

Mr. Mu stared at the mark intently, and it seemed that he was no longer firm.

“He said, I’m not like you.

You have traces here."

Mr. Mu resisted the urge to roll up his sleeves.

When will there be any traces of myself here?

"Do you know how traces are made?"

Mr. Mu was afraid that she would continue talking, afraid to hear the answer in his heart.

"Shut up. Do you know what the crime is for slandering your master? What are the consequences?"

The woman laughed out loud.

"Hahahahaha, hahahaha, hahahahaha."

The smile is creepy and makes people's hair stand on end.

She laughed until tears came out.

"Hahahaha, Mu Chenggui, you're scared, right?"

"Let me guess, what are you afraid of?"

"Hahahaha, you're afraid that you'll actually believe what I say and start hating him. You're afraid that you'll hate him because you're not as innocent towards him as you think. You're afraid that if you hate him, there'll be no possibility between you two."

"Hahahaha, Mu Chenggui, you have come to this day."

See her gradually going crazy.

Mr. Mu didn't seem so scared anymore.

On the contrary, if you calm down and keep a clear mind, you will be able to see through things quickly and see the essence of the matter.

"What is your purpose? What are you covering up?"

"Your goal is to make us dislike each other. What you want to hide is nothing more than your true thoughts."

The woman was panicked for a moment.

But she is not afraid of death, so why would she be afraid of him saying these things?

So what if we get discovered?

Can it change him to take these words to heart?

It can change the path that two people will take to drift further and further apart.

As long as you talk more and he listens more, you will succeed.

"Hahahaha, so what?"

"Are you really not curious at all about how you got the marks on your body?"

"I'll tell you."

"He said he was the one who caused the marks there. Do you want me to explain how he did it?"

Mr. Mu finally heard the answer and could only cover it up with calmness.

Good thing he was wearing a mask.

"If you don't believe me, just lift up your sleeve and take a look."

Why should Mr. Mu listen to her?

"Why don't you open it? Because you feel guilty, because you already believe 80% to 90% of what I say."

"See this?"

"This couch is about to collapse. Do you know why? He keeps calling your name over and over again while he's pushing hard on me.

He always calls you in a very intimate and affectionate way, as if if he pretends well enough, the person under him can really be you.

He doesn't allow me to scream out loud, because he said, I won't scream like that. He also doesn't allow me to be too obedient or too cooperative, because I won't do that.

Every time we were done, he would hold me in his arms, stroke my head over and over again, and say to me, 'Mr. Mu, I love you.'"