It looks like a question, but it's actually an affirmation.
"Well." Xue Xue fell back on the bed and stared at the ceiling blankly. "I probably know, but I still want to hear from you."
Confession is a very important part of a relationship between a man and a woman.
It's not that we can't have secrets with each other.
It's just that you shouldn't use the banner of being good for one person, and choose to hide it when the other party already knows about it.
In Xue Xue's view, such a relationship cannot last long.
And she wanted to go further with Mu Rong.
If possible, hope for a lifetime.
That being the case, some principles cannot be compromised.
After hearing the man's voice, her somewhat shaky resolve became firmer, and Xue Xue held the phone with more strength, even before she realized it.
Mu Rong seemed to be able to sense the mood swings.
He got up and walked to the floor-to-ceiling windows, and looked at the night view of Huaicheng from the top floor of the clubhouse. The chessboard-shaped cityscape was neatly cut out with a knife. Surrounded by twinkling stars.
Although it was where he grew up, Mu Rong didn't have much affection for Huaicheng.
Just like he did to his parents.
If you don't plan to love yourself, why give birth to him
Mu Yidian resented Luo Xuefen for killing the woman she loved the most. Luo Xuefen was unwilling that the marriage she had worked so hard to achieve turned out to be so unbearable. As a tool for revenge and venting of anger, the husband is not the husband, the wife is not the wife, the father is not the father, the mother is not the mother, and in the end, the child will naturally have no children.
Luo Xuefen had told Mu Rongmo several times that he should only cherish what he had at the moment to demand what he could not get.
However, in reality, she understood this truth, the truth of educating her son, but she was completely unable to give up her distorted obsession with Mu Yidian.
Later, Mu Rong could only say one sentence.
"Dead well."
Horizontally and vertically, if he could die in the hands of Mu Yidian, Luo Xuefen could be considered to be benevolent.
But Mu Rong didn't want to be buried with them.
The parents who brought him life didn't want him to live, but Mu Rong wanted to live better than anyone else.
He wanted Mu Yidian to take a good look at how his position was replaced.
What Mu Yidian wanted and cared about, he either took it with his own hands, or destroyed it with his own hands. Mu Rong once swore in his heart that he would never be merciless like the seven-year-old murderer who foolishly longed for an attempted murder.
Because that kind of person has no heart at all.
Including Mu Hui's mother Ai Jia, what she got was nothing but the most superficial liking of a man.
Mu Yidian said that the other party was his favorite woman. In fact, since Ai Jia followed Mu Yidian, the women around him have never broken.
Of course, Mu Yidian can always find good reasons, and Ai Jia has been with Mu Yidian since he graduated from high school. He has neither the ability to make a living, nor is he used to living a life of fine clothes and food. In the end, he can only rely on this The man who keeps "favorite" his own, flattering and flattering.
In the end, it was designed by Mu Yidian's wife Luo Xuefen and died on the operating table.
Perhaps this is the so-called cause and effect.
The law is clear, and the retribution is unhappy.
Those who are left alive are caught in reincarnation.
The most innocent from beginning to end, but also the most burdened.
After seeing it, Mu Rong was extremely disappointed with the world.
Until I met Xue Xue.
The existence of Xue Xue is a star curtain that suddenly opened in the long night.
The moonlight poured down, and he suddenly realized that the world is very vast, and it is not only the dark side under his feet.
The world is very big, he wants to hold Xue Xue's hand, walk every inch of land together, and record every frame of scenery.
Therefore, Mu Rong decided to advance the plan to close the network.
Originally, he planned to slowly grind with Mu Yidian and Mu Hui, and it was best to grind them until Mu Yidian thought that his body would not be able to hold on, and Mu Hui also felt that the Mu family was already in his pocket, and then they would be wiped out.
Falling from heaven to hell in an instant will be more than pain.
One slip can turn into eternal hatred, and the victory that was almost reached but passed by will be unforgettable and unforgettable for eternity. Even if the memory gradually fades with the passage of time, when I dream back at midnight, I will still regret what I missed.
Mu Rong wanted to let Mu Yidian have a taste of that.
The taste of not being able to live, not being able to die.
But now, he has changed his mind.
In the first twenty years of his life, as the son of Mu Yidian and Luo Xuefen, he had no choice, but the rest of his life was so long, Mu Rong didn't want to immerse himself in the mud any longer.
Every day spent like this is a blasphemy against life.
"Mu Rong?"
Xue Xue called out tentatively.
If it wasn't for the slight breathing, Xue Xue would almost have thought that the phone had been abandoned by the owner in some dusty corner.
An environment that is too quiet is always disturbing.
"Are you listening?"
she asked.
"Yeah." Mu Rong replied. "It's almost over, Xue Xue."
He could faintly hear noises from downstairs.
Unusually restless, the splash was not blood, but ink that could draw the finish line.
"Just give me some time," he said to Xue Xue. "It will be over soon."