My Third Gentleman

Chapter 542 does not think about it, self-unforgettable (1)

The summer in City S this year seems to have come very early. Spring seems to have only passed shortly before it transitions directly to midsummer. This hot weather can easily make people feel bored.

After the incident on the opening day of the film and television city, I thought that Cheng Lang would take advantage of the victory to chase the city. Since these days, Mu Jinchen has controlled Chenyu’s capital flow. Mu Zhenhua doesn’t know how to appease Cheng Lang. After a period of unexpected peace, the Mu family was exceptionally calm.

After the couple moved back to Twin Cities International, they closed the door and lived in the small duplex. Mother Wu happily took care of their daily meals and meals. Mr. Black Wolf was also much more lively than when he was in Huijing Bay. The young couple’s weekend It's quite busy. The Mu's old house, Xiayuan, and Jingyuan take turns to go back, and the small days have a good time.

Tang Mubai took the initiative to explain to the police the whole story of the accident. The other party went retrograde and drove drunk. The main responsibility lies with the other party. He was just speeding, and the other party's family situation was not very good. In the end, Tang Mubai took the initiative to make a huge economy out of court. The other party gladly accepts compensation, even if this matter is revealed.

Xia Ziwei went to work in the Rising Sun as scheduled after she had recovered her body. Once she went there was a resolute and resolute approach. After Lei Ting Wanjun helped Cheng Lang win several important projects, she has established her high-level position in the Sun. He held Cheng Lang's hand to attend major chambers of commerce and receptions.

In a short time, Xia Ziwei's name also resounded in the upper class of S City. People who knew the inside story admired her formidable skills, and those who didn't know secretly laughed at her unspoken rule. In short, everyone talked about it.

This day was Mu Jinchen’s third day on a business trip to Bangkok. It was a weekend, Wushuang went back to Jingyuan alone. At noon, when the sun was blazing, the Buddha would be smoked in the cold Jingyuan on weekdays. .

Wushuang walked on the corridor of the garden, his back seemed to be wet with sweat, and the weather was too hot.

Near the main hall, faintly melodious music like this flute sounded from inside, Wushuang approached and carefully distinguished a lower person, which seemed to come from her father's room on the second floor.

Wushuang stood on the trail and listened carefully. It was his favorite song "Xiangsi Yin" after separating from his mother.

The mourning sound of the flute fell into the scorching summer, and it was refreshing in an instant.

The word “fate” is originally, intangible and intangible, it means love and hate, and finally leave the field, let it go, follow the wind and waves, just rely on unpredictable God, the love is negative, the expectation, or the hidden heart is different. , The years are short and long, I am fortunate to look back and meditate, not thinking, but memorable...

Wu Shuang sighed heavily, and felt the same. It must be her father who is missing her mother again.

Pushing open the door of the main hall, there was no one inside, and even Uncle Fu didn't know where he went. It was supposed to be lunch time, but it was empty.

She put down what she was holding and walked directly towards the stairs.

Following the sound of the flute, I saw Jing Hongyuan standing on the edge of the balcony facing the Wushuang Pavilion, dressed in white suit trousers, blowing a sad song alone, secretly hurting himself.

The thin body was clearly standing under the scorching sun. Through the music, Wushuang was moved by the sorrow and sadness deep in his heart...

She stood by the door, quietly looking at her father's thin back, and listening quietly without disturbing her.

(End of this chapter)