After the divorce, the rich and powerful became obedient

"Fourth Master, but your injury..."

"I can't die!"

……

Qingyin Pavilion, what kind of place is that?

It was the antique garden specially built by Mo Ruyu for Zhan Nansheng back then, it was their love nest for their big wedding, and it was their habitat of love.

It is also a taboo place that Mu Xizhou hates when it is mentioned.

However, he wanted to go to this woman who brought him back to the place that he hated so much when he mentioned it.

Ridiculous and exasperating!
An hour later, Mu Xizhou's car arrived at Qingyin Pavilion near Huangjue Temple.

The car just stopped at the majestic and majestic gate of Qingyin Pavilion, when a dozen or so well-trained bodyguards filed out from inside.

The leader is Mo Rugu's most capable subordinate named Han Xin.

Han Xin walked up to Mu Xizhou who had pushed the door and got off the car, and said politely:

"Mu Siye, our husband said that we won't pick up guests tonight, so please go back."

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"Of course, if you are willing to stand guard in this freezing weather, we will not stop you, that is... if you force your way through the door of Qingyin Pavilion, then don't blame us for being rude."

Mu Xizhou looked at the dozens of black-clothed bodyguards who surrounded him and Jiang Huai, and pressed down slightly with his thin lips.

He remained silent for a few seconds, raised his chin at Han Xin, and said calmly:

"Please Assistant Han to report back and say that I admire someone who has the whereabouts of his younger sister Eleven."

As soon as these words came out, Han Xin's eyes were visibly shocked.

He lingered on Mu Xizhou's snow-white face for a few seconds, and said, "Then please wait."

After finishing speaking, Han Xin took out his mobile phone and moved away to make a call to Mo Rugu.

About two or three minutes later, he returned to Mu Xizhou and said softly, "My husband is here."

Five minutes later, Mu Xizhou appeared in the meditation room specially used by Qingyin Pavilion to receive guests.

The setting of the room is quite ancient, with valuable calligraphy hanging on the wall, and a set of exquisite tea sets are placed neatly and orderly on the tea table in front of you.

There was a wisp of orchid fragrance floating in the room, which was the man standing by the window burning incense.

Hearing the sound of someone entering the door, he put down the bronze stove burning incense and walked over.

Mu Xizhou looked at the man in white robes and robes walking towards him. He hadn't seen him for two years, and he had the same demeanor as Zhilan Yushu in the past.

However, only those who have dealt with him know that he is a kind-hearted person.

Mu Xizhou's eyes stayed on his face for three seconds, then he said straight to the point: "What about her?"

Mo Ruyu said indifferently: "It's really hard for you. You have to come here after suffering such a serious injury." After a pause, "Sit down."

Mu Xizhou stood still.

Mo Ruyu had already sat down, and poured the brewed tea into the tea set, still speaking calmly,

"She's still sleeping." After a pause, she said pointedly, "It's only been two years, and she has lost a lot of weight, but you are quite good at torturing people."

Mu Xizhou pursed her thin lips coldly.

Mo Ruyi pushed the brewed tea to the direction of Mu Xizhou, and the voice continued:
"Seeing that your face is very bad, don't force yourself, sit down and talk. I don't like people disobeying me!" After a pause, he added emphatically, "Especially you."

As soon as these words came out, Mu Xizhou licked his back teeth, and clenched his fists hanging on both sides of his body.

Mo Ruru had a panoramic view of his reaction, and said:
"You used to be my defeated opponent, but now you can't beat me with this body that can fall in the wind." After a pause, he smiled, "Of course, I won't fight you either. Shengsheng won't Like it. Let's talk about it."

Mu Xizhou's throat bone rolled deeply twice, and said in a hoarse voice:
"I have nothing to talk to you about." After a pause, he said to Jiang Huai who was following him, "Give him the documents."

What Jianghuai is holding in his hand is a partial information file about Mo Ru's younger sister, Mo Shishi.

After Mu Xizhou finished speaking, he walked up to Mo Rugu, bent slightly, and said respectfully: "This is some information about Miss Eleven, please read it."

Mo Rugu paused for a moment while sipping tea, and narrowed his black pupils like ink stains.

He took the document from Jianghuai, and before he had time to unpack it, the door of their room was violently kicked open.

As the door opened, Zhan Nansheng, who heard that Mu Xizhou was visiting, appeared at the door after waking up.

Her hair was a bit disheveled, and her complexion was not very good, especially when her eyes fell on Mu Xizhou's upright face, her complexion became even more ugly.

Like annoyed, more like annoyed.

She walked up to Mu Xizhou in a few steps, and stared at him fiercely:
"Why don't you lie down in the hospital and run here? Can you not take your own life seriously?"

Zhan Nansheng's angry venting was straightforward enough, and it was precisely because of such straightforwardness that Mo Rugu realized that behind her seeming anger was actually... concern.

Mo Ruyan narrowed his eyes again.

Zhan Nansheng's words continued, and he was still speaking to Mu Xizhou: "You go out first, and I will follow you after a few words with him."

She said so, but the man in front of her remained motionless.

He was bowing his head, looking at her for a moment.

That gaze was focused and deep, and strong emotions seemed to overflow from the eye sockets.

The emotion was as complicated as affection, but more like anger.

This look made her very uncomfortable.

Zhan Nansheng withdrew his gaze from his face, and slightly glanced at the side with the window. The retro window lattice was exquisitely and meticulously crafted, and the evergreen trees outside the window swayed with the wind, which seemed to disturb her heart all at once. Her whole body felt very restless.

She watched silently like this for a while, then retracted her eyes again, and raised her eyes to look at the man standing in front of her who was still as weak as a mountain, his voice was a bit hoarse, so it seemed a bit coquettish and consoling mean:
"Mu Xizhou, since we haven't finished the divorce procedure yet, I won't do anything wrong to you. You don't have to act like a jealous husband and even disregard your health just to eat this dry jealousy. The grievances between me and him, No one can get in, not even you."

Speaking of this, she took a step closer to Mu Xizhou, raised her white and tender but thin face to him,
"5 minutes, okay?"

Mu Xizhou's heart felt like it was being torn apart, and there was a pain that was as thin as his limbs, and this pain was hundreds of times more painful than the wound on his body.

His throat moved four or five times in a row before he said with a half-smile:

"In other words, if we're divorced, I won't be able to take you away tonight?"

Zhan Nansheng's heart felt inexplicably tense when he saw his red eyes, she pursed her lips, and said frankly: "Yes."

This word, like a knife, struck Mu Xizhou's heart again.