After the divorce of a luxurious ex-husband

"So you came to me just to tell me that?" Mu Ming nodded slightly in agreement, his eyes fell softly on the woman, and asked in a half teasing tone.

"No." In contrast, Lu Yao's look is much more serious. As she said, she took out the black USB flash disk from her bag and pushed it to the man. "I want to tell you that you hate the wrong person for so many years."

Staring at the old USB flash drive that had been painted off and mottled, the man suddenly gathered a light of fire at the bottom of his eyes, subconsciously picked it up and pinched it in his hand and asked, "what's this?"

The expression on Lu Yao's face eased a little. Wen Yan only took a sip of tea before responding: "the original house doesn't live, so I want to clean up things first. I found this USB flash disk in my father's room two days ago. There are things you are interested in."

After a pause, seeing that the other party's face became ugly, she added: "at that time, his old man had been ill. I'm afraid he didn't remember this USB flash disk. If you had told us earlier, maybe you wouldn't know the truth until now."

Truth——

The so-called truth struck a heavy hammer at the bottom of Mu Ming's heart.

The man's hard throat rolled up and down. After a long time, he managed to squeeze out a smile, "thank you."

"Don't you wonder what's inside?" Lu Yao stroked her belly and looked up at him.

He cleared his throat and stood up. "I think I might have guessed."

With that, he pushed the chair under him for a few minutes and raised his feet to the place where the bar charged.

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

After standing, the cashier quickly calculated the account, "three pots of tea and a plate of dried fruit, a total of 68."

"Three pots of tea?"

Lu Yao handed out the card in her hand and was pushed back by the man. In the process, they looked at each other and were somewhat embarrassed.

The questioned cashier still didn't know it and explained with a smile: "there are two pots continued by this gentleman, and we still have single data here..."

"All right." The man who couldn't listen quickly reached out and interrupted, handed out his card, "don't explain, swipe the card."

When he went out, Mu Ming sent Lu Yao to the car. The woman couldn't help frowning and exposing him along the way, "you've already arrived?"

"Yes." The man put his hands in his trousers pocket and walked with his head buried. There was no room for refutation.

That night, Mu Ming returned to the hotel and looked up all the data in the USB flash drive in the dark silence. His eyes gradually became empty.

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

For a moment, he smoked most of the cigarette, and the mobile phone on the tea table behind him rang again. He half narrowed his eyes, handed the cigarette to his lips and took a big sip.

Then he strode through the smoke, picked up his mobile phone, saw the content of the caller ID, suddenly hooked his lips and smiled, pressed to answer, "President Yan."

"Mr. mu, I'll be back the day after tomorrow. If it's convenient at that time, come to me for a casual meal. The old man wants to see you." At the other end of the phone, the man's voice was polite and cold.

"Yes, no problem." Mu Ming's smile at the bottom of his eyes gradually deepened, but the knuckles holding the mobile phone gradually tightened until he was powerless and pale.

After a little pause, he added, "I'd like to see him, too."

When he hung up the phone, the smoke between his fingers burned out, and the residual temperature scalded his knuckles red, but he just frowned slightly, bent down and threw his cigarette butt into the ashtray.

"Mr. Yan..." when he straightened up again, his eyes suddenly became dark and deep. He gently hooked his lips, looking vicious and fierce, "it's time to meet."

Then, suddenly thinking of something, he picked up his mobile phone again and sent a message to Lu Yao.

The content of the message is nothing more than an apology and thanks. What he has stubbornly adhered to for so many years has been easily proved by a USB flash disk. He doesn't know whether he should expect the other party's understanding.

When he was thinking in such a mess, the mobile phone suddenly sounded a "Ding". He trembled and hesitated to unlock the screen.

The SMS interface only replied with two simple words.

"Nothing."

It's hard to guess what this means, but he seems to understand it and gently reminds the corners of his lips.

——

Two days later, as promised, the man brought gifts to visit Yan's house.

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

Hearing the news, Yan Mo got up and welcomed people in from the gate of the courtyard. When he came to the front door of the villa, the trembling old man also came over.

"This is president Mu of Fengrui." The man introduced him with a smile, and then stretched out his hand to the old man around him, "this is my father."

"Mr. Yan, I've heard a lot." Mu Ming stretched out his hand and smiled softly, hiding his emotions well.

The old man leaned on his walking stick with both hands and raised his eyes to observe the man carefully for a long time. Until the hand he stretched out slowly became stiff, he smiled and pretended that he had just reacted and shook hands with him, "Mr. mu, you're welcome."

After entering the house, the three of them raised their feet from the living room to the restaurant, with deep smiles on their faces.

The old man was supported by the housekeeper and hobbled along the side of Mu Ming. At the same time, he asked: "the surname of general Mu is rare. I don't know which 'mu'?"

Mu's name smelled the speech, and his face was slightly stiff, but he didn't mean to hide, "like Mu Chunfeng's' mu ', this surname is really rare. I haven't really met anyone with the same surname except me and my mother."

"Oh?" The old man picked his eyebrows with great interest. After thinking for a moment, he slowly said, "a real estate developer I worked with many years ago is also surnamed mu. Do you know?"

"Really?" The man seemed to be really surprised. He looked at the old man with his side eyes, and his smile became softer. "I don't know who you're talking about?"

When the old man listened, his steps suddenly stopped, but he still shouted a heavy smile and looked at him. After a long time, he slowly spit out a sentence: "her name is... Mu Shan."

When he said this, he was obviously observing the expression on the man's face. It seemed to be a silent confrontation between the two people.

Mu Ming's face never showed a look that could be explored, and his smile was as plain and soft as ever.

Seeing this, the old man smiled twice, raised his feet and continued to walk forward. As he walked, he guessed: "it seems that he doesn't know."

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

As soon as the old man frowned, he saw a girl who looked young running out in a hurry. He saw that his master was already standing at the door and admitted his mistake with red eyes. "I'm sorry, sir, I didn't mean to. I'll clean it up now."

"Useless things."

The old man gave a cold reprimand. As soon as he was about to lift his walking stick, Yan Mo took the lead in breaking the front, "go and clean up quickly."

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

Beside Mu Ming, he was calm and relaxed because of the little accident just now.