After his ex-wife had sex for the second time, the CEO refused

Mi Xiaohan often thought that Su Muyang seemed to be tailor-made for her, as if as long as this person was by her side, all the troubled things could be solved.

Mi Xiaohan's depressed mood was dispelled by Su Muyang's company, but Liang Junting, who was far away in F City, was not so lucky.

In fact, when he looked at the video sent on his mobile phone, he was alone in this late night and no longer had to hide the loneliness in his eyes.

He had already placed spies on the set and in the hotel, and there were private detectives outside to monitor him at all times.

Looking at the video, the bright moon is in the sky, and they are running hand in hand on the empty street. They laugh heartily like two young people exploring late at night.

They danced a waltz under the magnolia art lamp. The detective used a drone to shoot it from the air, which was able to better capture the tacit understanding and comfort between the two.

Liang Junting's hand holding the phone kept tightening.

It's not that he didn't know how close the two of them were on the set, but he chose to ignore it.

It was only now that the video was made, allowing him to see with his own eyes the kind of tacit understanding revealed in the soul, the kind of intimacy between the two that no one could get in between, that really made him jealous and afraid.

He began to want to do something, crazy to separate the two people.

It was around two o'clock in the morning when Mi Xiaohan and Su Muyang went back to sleep, and it was almost three o'clock after taking a shower.

Mi Xiaohan looked at the dark ceiling and said nothing for a long time.

It's just that the depression and irritability in his eyes are gone, and they are even brighter in the darkness.

Su Muyang asked her: "What are you thinking about?"

Mi Xiaohan said: "I have figured it out. It is my own business whether I want to retaliate with evil or not. No one can force me."

"Liang Junting's self-righteous attempt to make up for it was not something I asked him to do."

Su Muyang touched her eyes and asked her to close them: "Yes, if you are wrong, you are wrong. He should bear it if he hates him."

Mi Xiaohan closed his eyes and did not open them because of Su Muyang's retracted hand.

Su Muyang continued: "But I hope that you can focus more on yourself. After all, those hatred and resentments are a waste of heart and soul and a waste of energy."

Mi Xiaohan became confused: "Well, what you said makes sense..."

After Mi Xiaohan fell asleep, Su Muyang turned off all the alarm clocks on her phone, sent a WeChat message to the director, and asked Mi Xiaohan for half a day off.

The two of them slept until three o'clock in the morning. Mi Xiaohan was startled when he saw the time. He gasped and was about to jump out of bed when someone took him back to the bed.

Su Muyang muttered: "Sleep a little longer."

Mi Xiaohan struggled to get up: "Don't make trouble, I'm going to be late. I wonder why my alarm clock didn't go off."

"I asked the director for a half-day leave for you. Go to sleep and have a good rest."

When Mi Xiaohan heard this, he relaxed all over. He felt a little dizzy for a moment, maybe because he had woken up too violently just now.

She lay back down instantly, hugged Su Muyang and found a comfortable position, breathing evenly again.

Just as Mi Xiaohan fell asleep, Su Muyang heard someone knocking on the door.

It's not that Mi Xiaohan didn't hear anything, it's just that she was too lazy to move with Su Muyang around.

Sure enough, Su Muyang got up and went down.

Mi Xiao didn't even open her eyelids and found a comfortable position to sleep again.

Su Muyang didn't expect that the person knocking on the door would be Liang Junting.

I haven't seen him for a month. He is using a cane, his body is thinner than before, his eyes are not as sharp as before, and he has a faint smile.

Su Muyang did not hide his surprised expression, and he was indeed surprised.

"Why are you here?" Su Muyang said, turning sideways to let him in.

After closing the door, help him sit on the sofa.

Liang Junting sat down and put his crutch aside, smiling: "If you don't go back, I can only come over and see you."

Su Muyang had a strange feeling, look at me?

Thinking of Mi Xiaohan in the bedroom, Su Muyang pondered for a moment and said, "Let's go out and talk!"

Liang Junting didn't want to go out. He knew that Mi Xiaohan was in the bedroom, and they might see each other here in the next second.

But looking at Su Muyang's unclear look at him, Liang Junting smiled and responded: "Okay, I have a room next door to you, why don't you just chat at my place."

Neither of them were stupid. Su Muyang could no longer laugh at Liang Junting's sudden behavior.

Next door, in Liang Junting's room.

The nanny made a pot of tea for the two of them, and then asked the nurse to go out with her.

The two of them were sitting on the sofa. Su Muyang was always smiling like a spring breeze, but the smile didn't reach his eyes.

Liang Junting slowly poured tea into Su Muyang's cup, and then poured it into his own cup.

Su Muyang suddenly asked: "Did you come here because of Xiaohan?"

Liang Junting paused while pouring tea.

Seeing Liang Junting's actions, Su Muyang's smile became weaker and weaker: "Do you like Mi Xiaohan?"

Liang Junting put down the teapot, seemingly casually, but admitted: "I like it."

At this time, Su Muyang had completely lost his smile: "When did it start?"

"I liked it five years ago."

Liang Junting's face was as pale as paper, as if answering this question had taken away all the energy from his body.

So when Su Muyang grabbed his collar, Liang Junting just let him, without any strength or desire to resist. He looked at this brother who had been friends with him for many years with sadness in his eyes.

Su Muyang felt his blood surge up for a moment, and looked at him in confusion. He really didn't understand.

"I liked her five years ago! Then why do I still treat her like that?!"

"I only found out after you brought her back."

If it weren't for the fact that Liang Junting was still sick, Su Muyang would have really wanted to punch him twice.

Reason still prevailed, and Su Muyang let go of Liang Junting.

Liang Junting fell on the sofa as if he had no strength at all.

Su Muyang's mood was relatively stable: "It's useless for you to regret it. You have divorced and she is my girlfriend now."

"As long as you don't get married for a day, I still have a chance."

Su Muyang, who was emotionally stable, was slapped in the face the next second.

He punched Liang Junting hard on the back molar. The sharp teeth and hard fist collided hard, and the taste of blood soon came to Liang Junting's mouth.

Su Muyang looked at Liang Junting and said in disbelief: "Liang Junting, you are really brave with this old face!"

One side of Liang Junting's face was numb, and blood flowed uncontrollably from the corner of his mouth. He reluctantly said, "There is no way, I really need the opportunity."

"If you don't let me try once, I will be resentful for the rest of my life. Instead of doing this..." Liang Junting looked at Su Muyang: "Why don't we compete fairly."

Su Muyang nodded: "It's up to you."

Liang Junting frowned: "Are you so confident?"

Su Muyang chuckled: "What about you? Where do you get your confidence?"