The fake plug-in of the male supporting role of fast wear

Chapter 61 The host always wants the male supporting actor to crush the male protagonist financially 10
"You are a doctor, you should know better than me." Yan Yuange looked at Mu Liyu and said.

"I'm just curious about who hurt her." Mu Liyu said calmly.

"I came back this time, apart from looking for Xiaojiu, I came here to investigate the person who hurt her." Yan Yuange always felt that this matter was strange.

There were so many people present that day, unexpectedly no one could clearly see what the person who hurt Xiaojiu looked like.

After hearing this, Mu Liyu lowered her eyes, and a guess crossed her mind.

"Yesterday, a man and a woman came to the hospital to see Rongjiu. The woman looks somewhat similar to Rongjiu. The man seems to be called Beicheng. Do you know him?" Mu Liyu looked at Yan Yuange and said.

"Speaking of which, it's not worth it for the little wine." Yan Yuange said, throwing the orange peel in his hand into the trash can.

Mu Liyu raised her eyes and looked at Yan Yuange.

"Xiaojiu has a bamboo horse named Mu Beicheng. The two grew up together..." Yan Yuange was sometimes emotional and sometimes angry.

After telling a story, he squeezed out the juice from the orange in his hand.

"If Mu Beicheng likes Xiaojiu enough, the two of them should get together in the end, but it's a pity." God's will tricks people.

Yan Yuange didn't know about Rong Jiu's hand being hurt by Lu Tianxin, nor did he know about Mu Beicheng's defense of Lu Tianxin.

At the end, there was a bit of regret in his tone.

After all, he knew how much Rongjiu liked Mu Beicheng.

Although Rongjiu rejected Mu Beicheng for the sake of the piano, her affection for Mu Beicheng was not shallow at all.

Besides the piano, it was Mu Beicheng.

Sometimes, he was a little jealous of Mu Beicheng's position in Rongjiu's heart.

If Mu Beicheng's feelings for Xiaojiu were deeper, maybe the two of them would be able to get together in the end.

Mu Liyu crossed her fingers, lightly tapped the back of her left hand with the fingers of her right hand, and lowered her eyes.

Therefore, that woman should be Lu Tianxin.

That man is Mu Beicheng?
Someone she likes very much?

Bad eyesight.

……

An hour later, Rong Jiu got back to sleep and went downstairs.

There was no one in the hall, and the sound of cooking came from the kitchen.

There was a trace of doubt in Rongjiu's eyes, she remembered that Yan Yuange and Mu Liyu were in the hall.

Could it be a dream?

Or, are they gone?
With doubts in Rong Jiu's eyes, he walked slowly to the door of the kitchen. He didn't see the aunt who was cooking, but a clear figure from her back.

Rong Jiu stood by the door, blinking, thinking that he had misread.

"Are you awake?" Mu Liyu had heard the movement a long time ago, and turned her head to look at Rong Jiu.

Rong Jiu nodded, "Why are you cooking?"

Auntie didn't come to work today?
"Auntie Li called just now, saying that her daughter is sick and can't come over to cook today." Mu Liyu said, "Yuan Ge said, you don't know how to cook."

Mu Liyu didn't say anything after that, but Rong Jiu understood, "What about Yan Yuange?"

"I'm going to make soy sauce." Mu Liyu said while continuing to move his hands.

After hearing this, Rong Jiu didn't speak any more, but leaned against the kitchen door, stuck his head out, and continued to look at the dishes in the pot.

With a strong aroma of vegetables lingering at the tip of his nose, Rongjiu smacked his lips, stuck out his tongue, and licked his lips lightly.

Mu Liyu didn't hear the leaving footsteps, and seeing that Rongjiu didn't speak again, she turned her head and took a look.

She saw Rong Jiu leaning against the door, poking her head out, her clean and pure eyes sparkling.

It looks like a cat secretly staring at the little fish.

Mu Liyu's heart seemed to be hit by something, and a certain corner of her heart seemed to be softened.

The corners of his mouth curled up, and he gave a light laugh.

The clear and low-pitched laughter is really nice.

"Look at the pot, don't blow it up." Rong Jiu didn't have time to listen to Mu Liyu's pleasant laughter, nor did he have time to look at his beautiful smile.

Seeing Mu Liyu looking back at her, he immediately reminded him that he was afraid he would blow up the pot.

　Shi Yuyao: Wine, help my mother ask for a ticket

　　The mediocre little genius of the fryer. Wine: Hand over the ticket, or I will show you the fryer →_→

　　
　
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