Ex-wife Won't Remarry

Fang Jin smiled coldly and said coldly, "don't pretend, is it you? Bathe Xi Yan!"

Mu Xiyan flashed a chill at the bottom of his eyes, depressed his surprise at the bottom of his heart, and turned coldly, "general Fang Shao, Mrs. Mu is dead, isn't she? Maybe we are very similar, but I'm not her!"

Looking at the coldness on her face, as well as the impatience and clear negation in her eyes, Fang Jin's anger gradually dissipated, and a trace of doubt flashed at the bottom of her eyes. Although Mu Xiyan was cold, he would never be so cold and heartless. Were they wrong? But

The thoughts in his mind were chaotic. He frowned irritably, threw away his confused thoughts and stepped over.

"I don't care who you are, now please go and have a look at Jun Hao!"

Mu Xiyan secretly breathed, and his eyes flashed, "Mr. Fu?"

Fang Jin frowned and nodded, "he's very bad now. Please go and see him!"

Mu Xi was stunned and took a deep breath. "General Fang Shao, if general Fu is not feeling well, it's the doctor instead of me. I still have a job. Excuse me first. Excuse me!"

"It's useful to find a doctor, * * * why am I looking for you!" Fang Jin immediately took her words and roared back, "after all, he's hurt for you, * * * even people made of ice should have some feelings. Just let you have a look, isn't it too much?!"

Mu Xiyan's feet stagnated, but he looked at him coldly. The whole person seemed to be covered with a layer of frost, like a beautiful statue in the cold winter and the twelfth moon. There was no other breath except the cold.

Shit！ Women are trouble! Fang Jin scolded in his heart, pulled her impatiently, and walked into the house.

Muxi said, his eyes were shining for a moment, his hand hanging on one side was tightly clenched into a fist, and slowly let go. Finally, he acquiesced to his action!

All the way into the house, the familiar smell came to my face. All the furnishings inside were the same as three years ago. The crystal lights, sofas, rotating stairs and carpets on the roof had not changed at all. Even the slippers in the porch were the pair she put before she left home a few years ago, as if the hostess of the house had never left, Or just go out and buy a dish or something, and you'll be back right away.

"Everything in this house is as it is, untouched! Since the hostess left, no other woman has come here. You are the second in the past three years!" Fang Jin said without looking back, and his low voice made people unable to hear his thoughts.

"Really? Then I'm really honored!" Muxi said, his eyes light slightly, and his tone implied sarcasm. No more. What about Du Ruo three years ago? It's also that she is not a 'other woman' at all, but a special person!

The eyes under Fang Jin's hair moved and looked back at her, but there was no clue from her face, but he felt that the woman had a thorn in her words.

They went upstairs in silence. Fang Jin put up the bedroom door, gently pushed it open and looked at her, "go in!"

Muxi glanced at him faintly, lifted her foot and went in. "Bang!" a slight collision sounded. She subconsciously looked back at the closed door, pressed down her anger, looked calm, and walked around the bedroom.

Everything was so familiar that she was in a trance. Her photos were placed on the dressing table in Shanghai, and a man was lying on a big bed a few meters wide not far away. His face was slightly white, his lips were white, his eyebrows were wrinkled, and he obviously didn't sleep well.

Above the head of the bed, a huge wedding photo was hung on it. The woman on it leaned quietly against the man's arms and smiled happily and contentedly.

Mu Xiyan stared at the two people in the wedding photo quietly. His eyes were very sore, his heart was heavily pressed by sharp stones, and his blood flowed silently.

Such a familiar face, but such a strange face... All this has long been beyond recognition. What's the use of keeping these? Is it a reminder of how stupid and pathetic she used to be?

"Hmm..." at this time, a low chant came from the bed and slightly pulled back her thoughts.

Muxi Yan looked down at the person whose eyebrows were getting tighter and tighter on the bed. In his eyes, hate and pain were intertwined, and there was a trace of doubt. It was extremely complex.

After a long silence, she slowly walked over and touched his forehead. Her pupils shrunk slightly. Is it so cold?

She was about to get up and call someone, but her arm was suddenly caught and pulled hard. She suddenly fell on him. As soon as she looked up, she looked up at a pair of dark eyes. The distance between them was only an inch, and their breath was similar, just like that in those years.

Muxi Yan slightly widened his eyes, struggled to get up, but the strength on his waist kept tightening, and then rotated, and their posture immediately changed one end.

Mu Xiyan, who was suddenly hit on the head of the bed, frowned slightly. He was about to speak, but a whisper full of pain sounded in his ear, "don't go, Xi Yan, I'm sorry, don't go, I don't allow you to go, don't allow you to go!"

Muxi Yan shuddered and looked up rigidly, but found that his deep eyes were foggy, dark but empty!

"President Fu?" pushed him gently. He stared at her for a few seconds. Suddenly, he buried his head in her neck and rubbed it gently, but there was no other action. He just whispered those words unconsciously.

Mu Xiyan was a little relieved, but found that as long as she moved, the strength in his hand would be tight and imprison her.

Gradually, she gave up the struggle and let him hold him. His temperature was surprisingly low, and even a trace of cold air sandwiched his unique breath, mixed with a faint smell of tobacco, penetrated into every pore of her skin.

Before she was cold, he could warm her, but now his temperature has become so low! They are so close now, but they are far away. Their hearts are inexplicably filled with a sad feeling, and their consciousness is gradually in a trance.

Mu Xiyan didn't know how long it was. When he opened his eyes again, the sky outside the window had darkened and moved. He found that he was still tightly held by him in the starting position, and his whole body was a little stiff and sore.

She frowned slightly and looked at the sleeping man. She gently broke away from him and almost instinctively stretched out her hand to try his temperature. Although it was still cool, at least it was not cold. She was relieved at the same time.

Aware of his mind, Muxi Yan's fingers stiffened, suddenly withdrew his hand, hurriedly rushed out of the bedroom, and was about to go down the stairs, but ran into uncle Fang who came up with a tray.

"Miss demon?" Uncle Fang was slightly surprised and said happily, "are you still here?"

Muxi Yan's eyes were stiff, he nodded silently, and his eyes fell on the things in his hands, on which were placed all kinds of drugs.

"Are these?" she asked faintly, sipping her lips.

Uncle Fang looked heavy and his voice was a little heavy. "These are the drugs that general Fu has to take!"

Medicine? Mu Xi was stunned and suddenly looked up at him. So much?

Uncle Fang's eyes sank again and again. He hesitated for a while and whispered, "Miss demon, can you wait for me for a while?"

Muxi Yan was stunned, looked down at the drugs and nodded gently.

Uncle Fang's heavy face dispersed a little, smiled and said, "thank you!" and went to the bedroom with a tray.

Mu Xiyan looked at his figure in a trance. Her reason told her that she should turn around and leave immediately, but her body had reacted instinctively for her.

Fu Junhao is always in good health. How can he take so many drugs?!

Thinking of some possibility, the blood in Mu Xiyan's eyes flashed. No, he can't die! He's dead. What's the point of her coming here? Her child, her father's case, her... Hate, who do you want to repay?!

Uncle Fang went into the bedroom and found that the people on the bed slept soundly, and his heart was slightly relieved.

"Why bother..." he sighed sadly. He gently put down the tray, Fu Junhao pulled the quilt and turned out of the bedroom.

But I didn't find that the people in bed quietly opened their eyes. They looked a little stunned, loose and complex, but more struggling.

……

"Miss demon, I've been waiting for a long time!" Uncle Fang came out of the bedroom and found that Mu Xiyan was still standing in place. He hurried over and smiled on his face.

Mu Xiyan looked at him and shook his head slightly, "Secretary Fang just call me demon!"

Uncle Fang was stunned, and then nodded, "demon doesn't mind calling me uncle Fang. Please follow me!"

Mu Xi said, his eyes moved slightly, collected his look and followed his steps.

They went downstairs, passed through the living room and went directly to the small garden behind. Finally, they stood in front of a small bamboo house.

Muxi looked at the bamboo house in front of her. This is not the bamboo house she mentioned before

Uncle Fang glanced at her, opened the lock, pushed open the door and motioned her to go in.

Muxi said, frowned, and was silent for a while. She stepped into the room. The layout inside made her pupils slightly constricted.

In the bamboo room, there are carved white marble round tables, garden chairs, guqin, screens covered by ink bamboo and bead curtains, all of which are exquisite and elegant.

However, what really attracted her eyes was the ubiquitous photos, smiling, sleeping, sad, looking up at the sky, all of which were the same woman.

What is this

Muxi stared at the photos in a daze. She was full of clutter and couldn't tell what it was like.

"This is our general manager Fu's wife, Mu Xi Yan!" at this time, uncle Fang's faint voice rang from behind.

"These......" Muxi Yan pressed the trembling meaning of his voice, asked knowingly, with the smell of self deception in his tone, "these are not general arrangements..."

Uncle Fang was stunned, looked at her strangely, and then categorically denied her, "no, these were made by President Fu himself. He prepared every photo and every piece of bamboo here!"

Mu Xi said his body was slightly shocked. "Do you mean that he built the bamboo house himself?"

Uncle Fang was silent for a few seconds and nodded heavily, "yes!"

Boom! There was a thunder in my mind. Muxi Yan suddenly looked up and stared at him. His tone involuntarily raised several degrees, "impossible!"