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Mu Chudi's funeral was held very casually, none of the people sent by Yan Muqi found Mu Chu's body, and in the end they could only arrange a ranking for Mu Chu at home.

All the festive things were put away, but Yan Muqi stubbornly believed that Mu Chu was not dead if he didn't find the body. He didn't even go to the funeral on the day of the funeral. He huddled in the car parked outside and looked at it with his head tilted. Yan's mother and those people didn't know what they were talking about.

He hasn't slept well in the past few days, and has been sitting in the office at night.The computer in front of him always displayed office documents, and the people in the company were tired for several days because of his high intensity, and several people fell ill one after another.Yan Muqi is still a conscientious boss, so he simply gave the following departments a holiday, leaving only a few important department managers.

The company is busy transforming artists, and has received several big scripts. Yan Muqi never read scripts before.But this time, for the first time ever, people were asked to dig out the script word by word from his office.Picking and picking, I thought of Wen Jingcheng.

In previous nights, Wen Jingcheng often sat on the bed with a notebook on his lap, turning his head to think about it from time to time, and then continued to type on the computer keyboard.The warm yellow light from the bedside hit his body, softly covering him with a layer of light, gentle and peaceful.

As soon as Yan Muqi stopped, he would think of many things in the past, such as agreeing to Wen Jingcheng to help him make all the novels into movies for him, such as agreeing to Mu Chu to take him and Yan Sichu abroad to play... …Those things that he thought he had forgotten, began to pop into his mind one by one, swearing his own existence.

However, the sound outside the car interrupted the memories Yan Muqi didn't want. Someone outside was pushing and shouting, and sometimes some sounds came into the car.Yan Muqi originally thought it was just a conflict among passers-by, but when he calmed down, he remembered that the funeral for Mu Chu was arranged in the suburbs. Where did the conflicting passersby come from?

Turning his head and looking out the window, he saw Pu Ye in a black suit standing in the center of the funeral parlor with a gloomy face and two or three people who didn't know if they were bodyguards or something.

Seeing Pu Ye, Yan Muqi couldn't help thinking of the time he asked Mu Chu to let him pretend to be her boyfriend.There was an unknown fire in his heart, and Yan Muqi didn't care that the work in hand was not finished, and he pushed the car door before he had time to close the computer and went down.

"I hope you can give me the child." Although Pu Ye's face was not very good, he still had a bit of respect when he spoke to Yan's mother.It's just that when he looked at Mu Chu's deceased photo placed in the center of the field, the arc of the corner of his mouth curved down again.

"Mr. Park, I don't understand what you are trying to do. This is my grandson." Mother Yan hugged Yan Sichu in her arms like protecting a baby, for fear that those people would come up to snatch the child just like that.

Yan Sichu is still young, with a mild and gentle personality and a little timid.Usually he is the most clingy, and he hasn't seen his father's face in the past few days, crying and fussing at night and refusing to sleep.I don't know what happened today, I have been obediently staying in Yan's mother's arms, and then I yawned and fell asleep.

Pu Ye looked into Yan's mother's arms while she was moving, and when he saw the little face similar to Mu Chu's, his expression softened a lot.

"I don't know what Mr. Park wants to do here?" Yan Muqi walked into the hall and heard Pu Ye say that he was going to take the child away. He didn't even bother to pretend the most basic politeness, and stood in front of Yan's mother. He stared at Park Ye intently.

When the two of them met, the anger was revealed from their eyes, and without saying a word, Pu Ye punched Yan Muqi in the face, wishing he could just beat him to death.

"Pu Ye, why are you crazy!"

Yan Muqi couldn't recover from the sudden punch, and was stunned covering the corner of his swollen mouth, but Yan's mother stared at her son's cloudy eyes when she saw her son being beaten, and wanted to ask Pu Ye for help. a statement.

Pu Ye was tortured and asked, but laughed instead.He used all his strength for that punch just now, and half of Yan Muqi's face was already swollen up.After Mu Chu's child was born, he went back to the company to handle affairs. He thought that he would be able to live a good life with Yan Muqi if he didn't contact Mu Chu.

Unable to bear it anymore, Pu Ye asked his assistant to inquire about Mu Chu's recent life, but what he got was the news that Mu Chu had passed away.Immediately, all the meetings for a week were canceled and flew back to the country. Seeing so many people around, Pu Ye suddenly felt the pleasure of wanting revenge.

Pointing to the child in Yan's mother's arms, Pu Ye stared at Yan Muqi and spit out the words he originally planned to never say in his entire life.

"Your precious son is my son and Mu Chu's."

For a moment, all the onlookers were surprised, chatting in twos and threes.Yan Muqi was so stimulated by this sentence that he wanted to put Pu Ye on the ground, but was held down by the two people behind him and could not move.

"How do you feel knowing that your precious son is the green hat brought by Mu Chu?" Pu Ye's fingers were trembling, and he clenched his hands into fists, "That's not right, after all, Mu Chu himself thought it was Your child, I still want to give you a son to make you happy. But I don't let him make you happy, why do you treat him so much and he still likes you so hard. "

"Why do you get such a precious love? You obviously ruined him so badly, why can't you let him live with me?" Pu Ye looked at Yan Muqi's eyes that suddenly dimmed, and felt a burst of emotion in his heart. happy.

"When he went to the bar, he really wanted to have sex with you, but I drugged him. I was the one who slept with him in the end! It was me who made him give birth, not you, Yan Muqi! So, give the child to him Me. His surname should be Park, not a scumbag like you!"

As soon as Pu Ye's words came out of his mouth, everyone around shouted.A group of people scolded Pu Ye for being a scumbag, and a group of people scolded Yan Muqi for being nothing.In short, these are not their own affairs. From the perspective of others, they always seem to have a bit of the stink of the Virgin, and they feel that they are much nobler than others.

Mother Yan was the one who was the most frightened. The hands holding the child in her arms were trembling, and she almost fell out of her arms several times.

"I don't want to go too far at Mu Chu's funeral. As long as you give me the child, I will let it go." Pu Ye gave the people behind him a look, and soon someone stepped forward to take the child from Yan's mother's arms Grab it.

"Finally, I want to send you a word. I wish you will remember today's feelings for the rest of your life." After speaking, he left with a group of people.