Marriage status: Ex-husband, please respect yourself

Chapter 626 It's time to meet
"So you came to me because you just want to tell me this truth?" Mu Ming nodded slightly in agreement, his eyes fell softly on the woman, and asked with a half-joking tone.

"No." In contrast, Lu Yao's expression was much more serious. As she spoke, she took out the black USB flash drive from her bag and pushed it in front of the man, "I want to tell you that after so many years, You hate the wrong person."

Staring at the old USB flash drive that had been peeled off and mottled, the man's eyes suddenly gathered fire, he subconsciously picked it up and squeezed it in his hand, and asked, "What is this?"

The expression on Lu Yao's face softened a little, and after hearing this, she just took a sip of tea in a leisurely manner before responding: "The original house can't live anymore, so I want to pack things first. I found this USB flash drive in my room, and there are things you are interested in."

After a pause, seeing the other person's complexion turned ugly, she added in a serious manner: "At that time, the old man was already sick, and I'm afraid he didn't remember that there was this USB flash drive. If you told us earlier Clearly, maybe we won’t know the truth until now.”

the truth--

The so-called truth struck a heavy hammer in Mu Ming's heart.

The man's difficult throat rolled up and down, and he forced a smile after a while, "Thank you."

"Aren't you curious, what's inside?" Lu Yao stopped stroking her belly suddenly, and looked up at him.

He cleared his throat and stood up, "I think I probably have a guess."

After finishing speaking, he pushed the chair under him a little further, and raised his foot to the place where the bar charges are charged.

Lu Yao quickly followed behind, taking out her wallet from her bag as she walked.

After standing still, the cashier quickly calculated the account, "Three pots of tea, a plate of dried fruit, a total of six hundred and eighty."

"Three pots of tea?"

The card in Lu Yao's hand was handed out, but the man pushed it back. During the process, the two looked at each other, somewhat embarrassed.

The questioned cashier still didn't know it, and explained with a smile: "There are two pots that were refilled by this gentleman, and we still have billing data..."

"Okay." The man who couldn't listen anymore quickly interrupted and handed out his card, "No need to explain, just swipe the card."

When going out, Mu Ming sent Lu Yao to the car, and the woman couldn't help frowning to expose him along the way, "Are you already there?"

"Hmm." The man put his hands in the pockets of his trousers and walked with his head buried. Hearing the words, there was no room for refutation.

That night, Mu Ming returned to the hotel, looked up all the information on the USB flash drive in the darkness, and his eyes gradually became empty.

After closing the computer, he lit a cigarette, walked slowly to the window sill, opened the curtains with a "crash", and the bright neon lights of the whole city came into view.

After a while, he smoked most of the cigarette, and the mobile phone on the coffee table behind him rang again. He half-closed his eyes, put the cigarette to his lips, and took a big puff.

Then he strode over in the smog, picked up his mobile phone and saw the content of the caller ID, and suddenly smiled lightly, pressing the answer button, "Mr. Yan."

"Mr. Mu, I'll be back the day after tomorrow. If it's convenient, come to my place for a light meal. The old man wants to meet you." On the other end of the phone, the man's voice was polite and cold.

"Okay, no problem." The smile in Mu Ming's eyes gradually deepened, but the knuckles holding the phone gradually tightened until he became powerlessly pale.

After a slight pause, he added something meaningful, "I also really want to meet his old man."

After hanging up the phone, the cigarette between his fingers burned out, and the residual heat burned his knuckles red, but he just frowned slightly, bent down and threw the cigarette butt into the ashtray.

"Mr. Yan..." When he straightened up again, his eyes suddenly became dark and deep, and he slightly curled his lips, looking sinister and stern, "It's time to see each other."

Then, he suddenly thought of something, picked up the phone again, and sent a message to Lu Yao.

The content of the message was nothing more than an apology and a thank you. It was absurd and ridiculous to be so easily proved by a USB flash drive for something that he had stubbornly insisted on for so many years. He didn't know whether he should ask for the other party's forgiveness.

Just as he was thinking in such a mess, the phone suddenly rang with a "ding", and he trembled, hesitantly unlocking the screen.

The SMS interface only replied with a simple two words.

"fine."

It's hard to figure out what this "nothing" means, but he seemed to understand it, and slightly raised the corners of his lips.

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Two days later, the man visited Yan's house with a gift as promised.

The old man of the Yan family was in poor health, but he still waited in the living room early with a face.

Hearing the movement, Yan Mo stood up and welcomed people in from the courtyard gate. When he reached the gate of the villa, the trembling old man also came over.

"This is President Mu of Fengrui." The man introduced with a smile, then reached out to the old man beside him, "This is my father."

"Old Mr. Yan, I have long admired you." Mu Ming stretched out his hand, smiling softly, hiding the emotions in his heart very well.

Leaning on a cane with both hands, the old man looked up at the man carefully for a long time, until his outstretched hand gradually became stiff, then he smiled and pretended to have just reacted, and shook him lightly, "Mr. Mu, you're welcome. .”

After entering the room, a group of three people walked from the living room to the dining room, with smiles on their faces.

Supported by the housekeeper, the old man staggered along beside Mu Ming, and at the same time asked insincerely, "Mr. Mu's surname is rare. I don't know which 'Mu' it is?"

When Mu Ming heard this, his expression froze slightly, but he didn't intend to hide it, "Mu, like Mu Chunfeng, this surname is indeed relatively rare, besides me and my mother, I have never met anyone with the same surname. "

"Oh?" The old man raised his eyebrows with great interest, and said slowly after thinking for a moment, "A real estate agent I worked with many years ago was also named Mu, I wonder if you recognize him?"

"Really?" The man seemed to be really pleasantly surprised. He glanced sideways at the old man, and the smile on his face softened a little. "I don't know who you are talking about?"

The old man stopped suddenly when he heard this, but he still looked at him with a half-hearted smile, and after a long while, he slowly uttered a sentence: "Her name is... Mu Shan."

When he said this, he was obviously observing the expression on the man's face. It seemed that there was a silent confrontation between the two of them.

On Mu Ming's face, there was always no trace of inquisitive look, and the smile was as flat and soft as ever.

Seeing this, the old man smiled heartily, then raised his feet and continued to walk forward, guessing as he walked, "It looks like I don't know each other."

Mu Ming restrained his eyes and followed the rhythm of the old man's steps. When he was about to respond, he was interrupted by a sudden collision sound from the direction of the restaurant.

The old man frowned, and saw a young girl running out in a hurry, saw her master was already standing at the door, and confessed with red eyes, "I'm sorry, master, I didn't mean it, I'll go right away tidy."

"Useless things."

The old man yelled coldly, and just as he was about to lift up the cane he was holding, Yan Mo beside him took the lead to steal the conversation, "Hurry up and clean it up, move faster."

The little girl who got the order nodded repeatedly, and trotted all the way to the kitchen.

Mu Ming next to him remained calm, but he was slightly relieved because of the little accident just now.

(End of this chapter)