Ex-wife Won't Remarry

Draw out the following photos, and muxiyan's pupil shrinks and enlarges continuously with the clarity of the picture.

In the huge main hall, the people in black on the inner and outer floors are separated on both sides, stretching to an inch from the front door of the living room.

They all looked respectful and cold, and they didn't dare to say a word. Even in the photos, they couldn't see the solemnity and heaviness of the scene at that time, and their respect was directed at the man on the high seat in the middle of the main hall.

His eyes were dark and deep. He sat on the high platform at will. There was a smile like nothing in the corners of his mouth, but he was infinitely domineering and dignified. It was clear that the familiar and unfamiliar person was Fu Junhao!

Just from the young eyebrows and eyes of the people in the photo, this photo has been for some time!

Muxiyan's hand holding the photo tightened involuntarily, and then trembled slightly.

So this is the real him, black

That's Fu.

A flash of excitement flashed in her mind. She suddenly took out the printing paper under the photo and looked at the paper like thunder. With the passage of time, her face became whiter and whiter. Her fingers turned white because of too much force!

It turned out to be so... No wonder he can find the information that ordinary people can't find, the underworld family?

Mu Xiyan smiled bitterly. She knew that she could occupy Kyoto's century old and invincible family. How could it be clean and white, but she didn't expect

Fu's Secret Black forces are equal to the mysterious Mohist school. Looking at the fear of Mohist master Mo Wu against Jun Hao, it seems that Fu's power has risen sharply in the past ten years after Fu Junhao took over Fu!

Fu Junhao!

You're really good at acting!

Mu Xiyan's eyes flashed fiercely, and his eyes stared at the picture in his hand. The task given by Mo Wu on this letter paper kept rolling and surging in his mind.

"What you want is Fu Junhao, and what I want is there. You should understand how to do it. I never raise losers!"

Mu Xiyan knows that this is the ultimatum of Mo Wu. She must find the black Fu's senior secret mentioned in the letter as soon as possible. If she can't finish it, not only does she help her, but Mo Shaochen and Mo Yang will never come to a good end, even if they are his children!

At this time, a burst of mobile phone vibration pulled her thoughts back.

Fu Junhao?

Muxi said, his eyebrows twisted, lowered his head and thought for a moment. A trace of fierce determination flashed in his eyes. He got up and went out of the door while connecting the phone.

"Hello..."

However, there was a silence at the other end of the mobile phone. Muxi said with a slight frown and repeated again, "hello?"

"Ten minutes later, don't leave the hospital in Nanshan!" a low voice came. Muxi said, his eyes flashed slightly. After a pause for a few seconds, he replied, "OK!"

Driving fast all the way, the car stopped steadily at the destination. Looking at the familiar house in front of me, Muxi said that his heart was not only calm but also nervous.

Calm because of the past, nervous because of the next action.

She settled her mind, opened the door, went in, and walked through the living room. There was no one in the room. Her eyes sank. She gently went upstairs. There was silence in the narrow classical corridor. When she got to the bedroom, she smelled a smell of wine as soon as she opened the door.

The hand held the door, and the voice went gently into the bedroom. The room was black and dark, and the wine and Baijiu bottles were interwoven with a continuous glassy luster. Inside the bedside, a tall figure sat down on the floor, carrying a bottle of wine on one hand, and one hand on the kneecap. The tilted wine bottle is still dripping out!

The moonlight sprinkled on him through the huge French window and shed a clear light. He lowered his head, and the thin bangs covered his eyes. He couldn't see his expression clearly, and his whole body was full of decadence and frustration!

Muxi Yan was stunned, and her steps involuntarily stopped in place. Her heart was cold and complicated, but she didn't have the original love. She thought, maybe she really became hard hearted!

"Come here!"

The low voice could not hear the joy and anger. Muxiyan was silent for a long time, but he still walked over. Just leaning against him, a burst of strength hit him on his arm and rotated his body. People were tightly clamped in his arms and put his strong strength on his body. It hurt faintly. Muxiyan frowned, but there was no language. He neither resisted nor took the initiative, Just maintain the original action, stiff body.

"You're still here, Xi Yan... Xi Yan..." he buried his head in her neck and kept whispering, hiding a faint heartache. The familiar breath was sprayed on her neck. In the dark night, all the feelings were infinitely magnified and particularly sensitive.

Muxi Yan's heart trembled slightly, and his eyes were filled with some holes. A few seconds later, he was replaced by fierce. Finally, he turned into a silence and opened his mouth coldly, "Mr. Fu, are you really drunk this time?"

His body seemed to have a slight tremor, but it flashed like lightning. The second pause seemed to have never happened at all. He just kept tightening his arms around her, and his strength seemed to inlay her into his body.

"General manager Fu?" Mu Xiyan's eyes flashed again and again. He reached out to help him on his back and would push him away.

"Xi Yan..." Fu Junhao's whisper raised a few points, "today is our real wedding day..."

Mu Xiyan's body suddenly shook, his eyes and blood light flashed, kept pressing down the bottom of his heart and rolling up his blood gas, and said indifferently, "Mr. Fu, you recognize the wrong person, I'm demon!"

"Demon?" Fu Junhao whispered suspiciously, and then retorted excitedly, "no, no, you are Xi Yan... I won't admit my mistake, you are Xi Yan..."

The childish tone stunned Muxi Yan. She can really confirm that he was really drunk this time!

He kept whispering, and his stubborn voice echoed in the dark, especially clear and audible.

"..." after a long time, she sighed helplessly, reached out and gently patted him on the back, subconsciously coaxed him in the way of that year, "Mr. Fu, we went to bed, okay?"

Fu Junhao tightened his arms around her again and stubbornly retorted, "no, it's not like this. Xi Yan... It's not what you call me..."

Muxi Yan couldn't help but smoke his temples. It's clear that the voice on the phone and the appearance just now are quite normal. How has it changed now!

"Jun Hao, darling, shall we sleep? We'll catch a cold!"

Fu Junhao rubbed her neck and opened his mouth low. His voice was a little soft in drunkenness, "OK, I want to take a bath..."

Muxi Yan smoked at the corners of her mouth. How could she forget that this man has a mild obsession with cleanliness!

"Wash it tomorrow..."

"No, it's uncomfortable to wash now!" the people on the body arch restlessly, bathe Xi and say that their temples are aching. They know that if this person is not as good as his intention, he won't live in peace tonight!

Facing the sober Fu Junhao, she was full of hate. Facing the past like Fu Junhao, she could be indifferent, but she didn't know what to do with him who was like a child after he was drunk!

After a long silence, Muxi said youyou sighed and let him arch at the side of his neck and face. He reached out to turn out his mobile phone and dialed the phone one by one, but he found that without exception, none of them could get through! It seems that they have reached a consensus and have taken the initiative to avoid Fu Junhao today!

He took a deep breath, bathed Xi's words, pressed his voice, and said gently, "you lie down first, and I'll fetch water to wipe your body, okay?"

Fu Junhao looked up slightly and looked at her slightly. His dark eyes were still deep, but there was still a little Qingming. His ignorant appearance seemed to think about the authenticity of her words. He nodded for a long time and lay on her shoulder again.

Muxi was powerless for a while. She was tightly imprisoned by him. Her whole body strength was suppressed because of the forward leaning of her body. She couldn't push him away at all. She had to keep him tightly imprisoned in this way. Fortunately, he didn't do anything special except rubbing and kissing.

After a day's hard work and mental pressure, a sense of swelling and pain came in my mind. I don't know how long it took. My thoughts gradually blurred in the whispers of the people around me. I didn't know I didn't consciously fall asleep. I slept very heavily. When I woke up, the sky outside the window was already bright.

After waking up for a while, muxiyan was about to start, but found herself tightly mixed with a pair of long hands and feet. She maintained an action for a long time. Her whole body was stiff and numb.

The people around him were still asleep. His face was a little pale because of drunkenness, his facial features were exquisite, and his bangs were thin in front of his forehead. He looked quiet and elegant. No one would have thought that the leader of black and white Fu would look so harmless when he fell asleep.

Muxi Yan narrowed his eyes, gently pushed him away, pulled the sheet on the bed over him, and walked out of the bedroom with light hands and feet.

Out of the bedroom full of wine, her breath was a lot fresher. She rubbed her sore neck and walked slowly through the corridor, but stopped at the entrance of the corridor. She turned and went to the study.

Looking at the antique study as like as two peas, the door was opened and the door was inside. The interior furnishings were just as outdoors as they did a few years ago, even the paintings on the walls did not move an inch.

His eyes searched the room for a while and stopped on a sandalwood flower rack with a jade carving. The jade face was just himself three years ago.

Muxi Yan was stunned. Instinctively, he walked over and touched the jade carving. He found that every notch and corner of the jade carving were carved with great care, but the carver was not very skilled.

The jade Carver's hair is a flower hairpin, and the center of the flower hairpin is a red jade carved stamen - very special, the one she pulled her hair in front of Fu Junhao for the first time three years ago!

"Does it look good?"

Suddenly, a low and dumb voice sounded from behind. Muxi was slightly surprised. He turned and looked faintly at the face that was still drunk, "Hmm!"