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After waking up, the warm orange color slowly spread in Mo Lan's pupils. Fu Xiao stayed for a few seconds before realizing that at this moment, it was sunset and dusk.

The entire bedroom is filled with the soft and bright afterglow of the sunset, and everything you can see is full of tenderness, including the person next to the pillow who is sleeping deeply in the mattress.

The quilt slid down to the ground, and the sleeping person was uncovered. His long and slender body was shrouded in a thin warm light, and his limbs were stretched out leisurely, like a cat basking in the sun comfortably.

The fine and shattered forehead hair covered the stern eyebrows, reducing the coldness accumulated between the brows for many years, and the shadow of the hair trembled slightly with the breeze, adding a bit of sweetness to the peaceful sleeping face Touching shades.

Fu Xiao propped himself up with one arm, carefully moved to the side of the bed, and sneaked out of bed while paying attention to Boss Qiao's situation.

Clothes were thrown all over the floor, and after tidying up carelessly, his hand touched the doorknob, and he was stunned.

There is no anti-lock.

Fu Xiao wished he could rush to the bed and kick the person who was still asleep, and then jump on top of her.To actually do things to her without locking the door, this way and that, is it courting death?

Fu Xiao held his breath and lay down on the crack of the door to observe the movement outside. It was fine, but there was no movement.

"What's the matter?" An inquiry with a thick nasal voice came from behind him, Fu Xiao turned his head, the corners of his lips raised slightly, it's good, the guy who was ravaged a hundred times in his imagination just now finally woke up.

"I want to take a shower." Fu Xiao said, "but I don't have a change of clothes."

"Wear mine." Qiao Boss lay lazily on the bed, Li Mo's black eyes were half-opened, with a trace of confusion just waking up.

"It's too big, it doesn't look good when you wear it baggy." Fu Xiao complained.

"Then ask Riqing to bring you some clothes."

Fu Xiao nodded, found the phone and dialed.

"Hello?" Yang Riqing was harassed by two people who couldn't offend in turn within a day, she dared not speak out, and her tone showed a little impatience.

"Riqing, bring me a few sets of clothes. Be more casual and don't need skirts." Fu Xiao asked simply and clearly.

"I'm about to order food at the restaurant," Yang Riqing said, "I'll deliver it for you when I'm full."

"With a beautiful woman?" Fu Xiao teased with a smile.

"It's good to know," Yang Riqing said with a hint of a smile in his voice, "By the way, your house keys should be left in the mailbox by the door, right?"

Fu Xiao showed a troubled look.

"Well, there..." Fu Xiao slightly dragged his voice and asked, "When will it be?"

"At least wait until I'm full!" Can't watch the movie, just go home and play the piano, "I'll deliver it in two hours."

Yang Riqing hung up the phone and raced against time to continue having candlelight dinner with the beautiful woman.

Fu Xiao pressed the call end button and shrugged helplessly: "Ri Qing went out to sea with Ma Zi at noon, and I won't come back tonight. Tell me to go home and get it myself."

"Then you can go home and get it." Boss Qiao turned over and continued to sleep, "Hurry up and go back."

"I told Uncle Hao to prepare dinner for you."

"Just buy it when you come back, he doesn't cook well."

"Okay." Fu Xiao pushed the door open and walked out.

The key was lying in the mailbox intact, in the palm of the hand, a little heavy.

Open the door, the setting sun has not lost the last ray of light, the bleak thin light enters through the windows, and all the mirrors are dazzling.

Miss Ghost is not there.

Searching inside and outside the mirror, not letting go of any corner, still did not find the slightest clue that Miss Phantom once existed.

Just like she suddenly appeared and now suddenly disappeared.

Fu Xiao was in a trance for a long time. Without the witness of a third party, no one knew whether what happened in the past two days was reality or an illusion.

The bag of apples was still in the refrigerator, Fu Xiao took out one, washed it and ate it.

I walked into the bedroom to find the travel bag, and packed a few favorite clothes on weekdays. Everything was simple and didn't take much time. When I walked out of the living room with the bag, the street lights on both sides of the street outside happened to be on.

Fu Xiao didn't leave right away. She found a small hammer for smashing walnuts from under the sofa, raised her arm, and knocked on the mirror closest to her.

boom.

The glass shattered and splintered.

All the fragments reflect the same smiling girl holding a hammer, with curved eyebrows, curved eyes, curved lips, delicate face and mechanical movements.

boom.

The flying fragments slashed across the beautiful cheek, and a shallow gash was split in the skin, spilling out a little bit of scarlet blood.

— There was broken glass all over the floor.

From the doorway to the kitchen, like autumn sunsets, stacked in clusters.

The last is the bedroom, from the outside to the inside, the hammer is lifted and the hammer is dropped, gracefully and decisively smashing all illusions, leaving no room.

Mo Lan's eyes glanced around emotionlessly, his gaze was as cold as winter.

Only the vanity mirror remained - the sole and original hallucination.

He raised the small hammer in his hand and smashed it with all his strength, the beautiful scene of flying debris flashed in his mind, and he could even feel the pain of the skin being cut by the debris.

"Fu Xiao."

A familiar deep voice sounded beside his ears, and his wrist was restrained by an incomparably great force, unable to move an inch.

"Hi, my Miss Phantom." Fu Xiao let go of his hand, and the hammer fell to the ground, hitting the ground with a heavy blunt sound.Mo Lan's eyes stared at the intact vanity mirror, Mu Mu in the mirror was sticking behind her with one arm around her slender waist, and the other hand firmly grasping her raised hand.

Fu Xiao smiled brightly at Mu Mu in the mirror.

"I thought you wouldn't come back." Mu Mu turned her body and kissed her lips impatiently. She struggled for a while, then calmed down obediently, and then began to respond.

"I really won't come back again." After the kiss was over, when they separated, Fu Xiaowei gasped for breath, his chest rose and fell rapidly, but Mu Mu was calm and relaxed.

"Why?" Mu Mu stared at him, his handsome face distorted with resentment, "What is this? A final farewell?"

Fu Xiao was still smiling, with the corners of his mouth raised high, and a look of determination appeared in his eyes: "I will not fall in love with a ghost."

"You..." Mu Mu's words were interrupted by the phone ringing, Fu Xiao took out the phone, connected it, and pressed the hands-free button with his fingertips.

"Fu Xiao, where have you been?" Yang Riqing's roar resounded through the small bedroom, "Boss Qiao, she can't wake her up no matter how much she screams, what did you do to her?!"

Fu Xiao laughed loudly: "Obviously she did something to me, okay?"

"I'm not joking with you, I'm telling the truth. Uncle Hao said that Boss Qiao seems to have returned to a vegetative state. Come back to me right now!"

"Okay, I'll be back." Fu Xiao ended the call.

Mu Mu looked at her expressionlessly, his eyes as dark as midnight were bottomless.

"I'm leaving." Fu Xiao glanced at her, then at the phone, "You heard that too."

Mu Mu still didn't speak, but she slowly let go of her wrist.

"I won't have feelings for unrealistic things." Fu Xiao squatted down and picked up the hammer on the ground, and held it tightly. "It's definitely not romantic if the relationship between people and ghosts is over."

Mu Mu watched her stand up coldly, raising her arms gracefully——

"Ever since I met you, I've been thinking, if I'm not crazy, I'm dreaming."

The mirror shattered, the illusion disappeared, there was no familiar aura behind her, and she was the only one standing in the empty room, as if she was the only one from the beginning to the end.

Boss Qiao's residence was dark, and for a moment, Fu Xiao thought it was empty.

It was Uncle Hao who opened the door for her, and the two of them met their eyes. Before Fu Xiao could speak, Uncle Hao began to explain: "You told me to take the food to Boss Qiao's room when it was delivered, and I did so, but No matter how hard you knock on the door, there is no response from inside. I feel that something is wrong and I will call your mobile phone, but I don’t know why it is Boss Yang who answers..."

"Where's Yang Riqing?" Fu Xiao interrupted him.

"Let's go, Boss Qiao asked her to go back." Uncle Hao felt that he had to explain everything to her clearly to avoid unnecessary misunderstandings, "That may be a sequela, sudden loss of consciousness and sudden recovery, including memory impairment... These need to be diagnosed and treated by authoritative brain experts, I have tried my best..."

"Don't worry, my subordinates have always treated sister-in-law and children kindly." Fu Xiao knew what he was worried about, and he knew how to dispel his worries, "When her condition stabilizes, I will reunite you with sister-in-law. Alright, go back to your room and rest."

Uncle Hao didn't dare to say any more after hearing the promise he wanted, so he turned around and walked back to his room.

The door of Boss Qiao's room was ajar. Fu Xiao pushed the door open and walked into the deeper darkness.

Fingers fumbled for the power switch, and the lights turned on for an instant, hurting the eyes.

Boss Qiao sat lazily on the head of the bed, his face sinking like water, unable to distinguish between emotions and anger.

"Guess what you are angry about." Fu Xiao threw the travel bag in his hand on the ground, went to the bed and sat down on his legs, obediently like a student in class, "First, when I came back, there was no I stopped by to buy dinner, but ordered takeaway in advance."

Boss Qiao stretched out his long arms and hugged her into his arms, but he didn't speak, and only gently rubbed her soft hair with his chin.

"Second, I lied to you that Riqing and Mazi went out to sea for the night, but in fact she had a candlelight dinner with Mazi at a nearby restaurant." Setting up a scheduled power-on and call forwarding, and then turning off the phone, such a trick like a prank, completely destroyed the Without the romance created by roses and champagne, I wonder if Yang Riqing will hate him?

Boss Qiao raised her chin with his hand, the bruises on it were still there, but there were new marks on her cheeks.

"Third, I am smarter than you, and you are jealous."

"Third." Boss Qiao finally spoke, lowered his head, and pressed his chattering lips.

Women, especially beautiful ones, are cuter if they are stupid.

Fu Xiao was firmly pressed on the bed by her, and finally finished the deep French kiss before trying to sit up, but his arms on both sides were firmly fixed.

"Every game you set up is amazingly accurate." Boss Qiao let out an admiration, "Have you got an answer that satisfies you?"

Fu Xiao looked at her unpredictable black eyes, smiled and shook his head, "The answer is the truth, and the truth is never satisfactory."

Boss Qiao also smiled and shook his head: "What is the truth, what is in your eyes or in my eyes?"

"And what do you see in your eyes?"

"You." The warm breath sprayed on the earlobe, and she always liked to lick and bite her sensitive place.

"Ah?" Fu Xiao dodged, puzzled.

"This narrow escape has changed some of my thoughts."

"E.g?"

"I used to want to dominate the underworld."

Fu Xiao was stunned and did not respond.This is indeed Boss Qiao's ideal.

"Now I don't think it matters." The current Qiao boss said so.

"Because of injury?" Fu Xiao poked the bandage on her body with his finger.

"Because of you." The big hand grabbed the bad finger, put it to his lips and bit it gently, as a punishment.

"Eh?" Fu Xiao let out a low cry, not knowing whether it was because of pain or doubt.

"I found that I seem to love you more than I thought."

"This is really an amazing discovery." Fu Xiao agreed with an exaggerated expression.

"If I am no longer the boss, will you come with me?" Qiao boss asked seriously.

"Let's talk about where to go first." Going out of Asia or going to the world?

"Find a place where no one knows us. I am not Boss Qiao, and you are not Fu Xiao."

"You're not Boss Qiao..." Fu Xiao stared at her and repeated her words in a low voice. When she heard it, her eyes instantly became gentle and no longer cold.

Fu Xiao said, "Well, let's go together."

——Who do you care more about?She...or me?

——I only care about the people in front of me.

Boss Qiao hugged her tightly, so tight that she was afraid that she would disappear if he let go.Did you really get it, the person in your arms is your own?

——Call me by my name, Fu Xiao...

—what do you want me to call you?

Fu Xiao closed his eyes and buried his face in her shoulder.It's been too long since she can say the answer in person, it's obviously only one step away from the truth, why...don't let her feel completely at ease?

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The first few chapters kept hinting and paving the way. I thought someone would reveal the truth before this chapter was updated...