Mr. Wood is in the North Pole, I am in the South

At the end of March, Fu Yuxing still couldn't make it through.

The funeral was extremely beautiful. Almost all the major families in Nanjiang City attended, and there was an endless stream of mourners. As a widow, Song Xiaoran's black figure seemed to merge with the huge black coffin beside him, but his face was cold and bloodless , as if wrapped in a sheet of ice, isolated from the world.

When others talked to him, he slowly rolled his eyes, nodded slowly, and slowly opened the corners of his mouth. His expression seemed to be manipulated. Fu Yuxing's visit emptied his soul.

The guests looked at him, and they all sighed, this child is only 20 years old, born with a golden title and jade, and has been favored by three thousand people, but his life is really bad.

There was a commotion at the entrance of the hall. It was Mu Nancheng who came in. He was dressed in black, with a tall and straight figure, and there was an unconcealable fatigue in his stern eyebrows.

A few days ago, Mu Nancheng had just donated bone marrow to Fu Yuxing. Although the operation failed and Fu Yuxing died, the righteous deeds of Mu Nancheng could not be erased.

The guests greeted Mu Nancheng one after another. He nodded in return and walked straight to the mourning hall.

Mrs. Fu's eyes were red: "Why are you here? You are not in good health yet."

"I'll come and see you off, my condolences to Third Sister."

Mu Nancheng and Mrs. Fu are cousins. His voice was low, and his grief and regret were appropriate. He patted Mrs. Fu's hand, and said a few words to Mrs. Fu, and then walked to Song Xiaoran. He bowed.

Mu Nancheng's eyes seemed to be very gentle and calm, but there was a dark light of stars flashing in the depths of his pupils. He nodded to Song Xiaoran, and then followed the servants to the resting place where the guests were placed.

The Fu family compound was full of people gathered in twos and threes, and some people began to whisper to each other:

"Mu Qiye has a heart. He donated the fourth young master's bone marrow. His body hasn't recovered yet. Here's another condolence."

"It's a pity that the fourth young master suffered super rejection after the bone marrow transplantation. Alas, the personnel are exhausted. God has no eyes."

"Mu Qiye wasn't close to Fu's family before. He didn't expect to be able to do this. He and Fu Sishao both have panda blood. This bone marrow is really not a random donation."

"After all, they are blood relatives..."

"It's three thousand miles away, no matter how deep the blood relationship is, it's still Mu Qiye's benevolence and righteousness."

Only a discordant voice sneered:

"Mu Nancheng benevolence? This is probably the best joke I've ever heard!"

Everyone was silent for a while, Mu Nancheng was killed from the bloody sea of ​​corpses of the Mu family, stirring up half the city's wind and rain, it's really funny to describe him with benevolence and righteousness.

No one dared to continue talking about Mu Nancheng in depth, and the topic turned to the widow:

"The young master of the Song family is also pitiful. His mother died early, and he was like the Song family again. It's rare that the fourth young master Fu values ​​him. Whoever thinks of getting married..."

"Master Song looks really young, how old is he? Why did he get married so early?"

"They got married after they were diagnosed with illness," an insider whispered, "Master Fu and Mrs. Fu have always disagreed with the two of them. It was after the Fourth Young Master was diagnosed that they decided to leave the inheritance to Master Song. Evidence."

Someone gasped: "The Fu family can agree?"

"What can you do if you don't agree? People who are sick are bigger than the sky. Mrs. Fu has been holding her breath until the fourth young master's funeral is over..."

The man shook his head and sighed.

Everyone understands what he said. Fu Yuxing got together with Song Xiaoran and quarreled with the Fu family for several years. Now that he is gone, Mrs. Fu is still not sure how to use Song Xiaoran, let alone Fu Yuxing's inheritance. Seven percent of the shares of the Fu Group.

It doesn't matter if the big family's money is distributed, but the outflow of shares will be fatal.

So what if there is an inheritance law, so what if there is a will, everyone in Nanjiang knows that Song Xiaoran has cut off contact with the Song family, what does he have to fight against such a behemoth as the Fu family as a young man alone.

Someone looked at Song Xiaoran in the hall, the young man was standing in front of the hall, his thin body was straight, like a piece of bamboo struggling to straighten its waist in the wind and frost, pale and weak, with picturesque eyebrows.

People are really good-looking, and they are really pitiful.

The funeral of the Fu family followed the tradition. Fu Yuxing lay in a coffin made of high-quality nanmu. During the funeral, four cousins ​​carried the coffin. Song Xiaoran walked in the front holding his photo.

In the photo, Fu Yuxing is in full bloom, with a pleasant smile on his brows and eyes. Song Xiaoran hugged him, resting his chin on the photo frame. His exquisite and beautiful face seemed to be carved out of ice jade. In the past, the two of them stood together Together, everyone would say a perfect match.

Amid the sound of mourning and music, Song Xiaoran remained expressionless until Fu Yuxing was put on the mortuary car and was about to be pushed in for cremation. He grabbed a corner of the mortuary car and stared straight at Fu Yuxing's face, the bloodshot eyes in his eyes It was so thick that it was about to overflow, and everyone was shocked when they saw it.

The mortuary cart was made of metal, and his fingernails rubbed against it, making a sharp sound like sharpening a knife, as if it could tear a person's eardrums.

Silent, desperate grief filled the sky and the ground, engulfing the young man like a raging tide, and no one could break his hand.

Mrs. Fu sobbed:

"Xiao Ran, let Xiaosi go away with peace of mind..."

Mu Nancheng pulled Song Xiaoran's shoulders to forcefully pull him away, but Song Xiaoran suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood, and fell into Mu Nancheng's arms.

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The lights in the ward were not turned on, and the moonlight streamed in through the glass window in front of the bed. Song Xiaoran leaned on the recliner, and he kept that posture motionless for a long time, his eyes were slack, and the unfocused pupils reflected the stars and stars of the moonlight in the distance. , like a lifeless lake.

The door was opened from the outside, bringing light into the room.

Mu Nancheng walked in, bent slightly and looked down at him: "Are you awake?"

Before Song Xiaoran could speak, Mu Nancheng threw a thick stack of documents on him. Song Xiaoran glanced at him blankly. He straightened up, and before he could open his mouth, he broke out into a cough.

Mu Nancheng patted him on the back lightly, and spoke in a cold voice, unhurriedly:

"The ancients said that grief is overwhelming and heart-wrenching. I always thought that was an exaggerated rhetoric. You have taught me a lot."

Song Xiaoran ignored his sarcasm, and said hoarsely: "You are bothering."

That was all the property that Fu Yuxing left to Song Xiaoran. If there was no Mu Nancheng, the Fu family would not allow Song Xiaoran to take it away.

"You're welcome," Mu Nancheng stood by the window, looking down at the night scene under the drizzle outside. The raindrops swayed like lingering threads under the hazy yellow light, and his voice seemed to be infected by the cold raindrops Yes, it is also light and cold, "This is our thing, of course I will go all out."

He emphasized the three words "our", implying something.

Song Xiaoran was stunned for a moment, and understood what Mu Nancheng meant. His throat was burning like sandpaper was grinding in his throat. He grabbed the blanket covering his legs tightly. Because of too much force, the veins on the back of his hands The bulge seemed to break through the thin layer of skin on the surface.

Mu Nancheng came over, knelt down in front of him, and opened Song Xiaoran's fingers one by one.

At the crematorium, Mu Nancheng couldn't break away Song Xiaoran's fingers holding the funeral car, the hard and sharp metal corners stuck in Song Xiaoran's palm, the scars are still vivid.

Mu Nancheng stared at the scarlet flesh from the wound, his eyes were a little dark and incomprehensible.

There is a ready-made medical cart in the ward, which is equipped with alcohol spray, needles, tweezers, and gauze.

Slowly, Mu Nancheng used tweezers to clean up the dried blood on Song Xiaoran's palm with alcohol cotton. The smell of alcohol mixed with the smell of blood diffused. Song Xiaoran was weak, and when he smelled this smell, he retched.

Mu Nancheng glanced at him coolly: "If you were a woman, I would think you were pregnant."

Song Xiaoran curled his hands subconsciously, and was slapped by him: "Don't move."

This blow was very powerful, Song Xiaoran frowned, Mu Nancheng changed to a piece of clean alcohol cotton, and pressed it tightly on his wound, as if deliberately hurting him, Song Xiaoran took a deep breath, and his forehead Sweat dripped from his face.

"So you know it hurts too," Mu Nancheng said with a half-smile, "I still think you're copper-skinned and iron-skinned."

Song Xiaoran didn't understand Mu Nancheng's intention, so he just looked at him silently.

Fortunately, Mu Nancheng didn't bother Song Xiaoran for a long time. After cleaning the wound, he patiently wrapped his palm with gauze, wrapping it round and round, until finally he smiled meaningfully: "The wound is in other people's hands. It’s fine if it’s in the right hand, and it’s very inconvenient when signing.”

Song Xiaoran understood, he lowered his eyelashes, put the back of his hand against his lips and coughed a few more times, his voice was as clear as ice and snow:

"Don't worry, it will be fine in a week at most."

A week later, Fu Yuxing will finish the first seven days, and he will fulfill the agreement between them.

Mu Nancheng got the answer he wanted and didn't stay long.

Song Xiaoran continued to lean there motionless.

After Fu Yuxing was diagnosed with blood cancer, all blood related people went to the hospital for bone marrow matching. In fact, the others did nothing more to show their intentions, because Fu Yuxing's blood type was rare, and only Mu Nancheng had the same blood type as him.

Mu Nancheng's father is Mrs. Fu's cousin, relatives separated by a long distance, but there is still a trace of blood involved.

However, Mu Nancheng avoided seeing him in country M at that time, and Mrs. Fu and Mrs. Fu tried to find him many times, but Mrs. Mu stopped him. The old man said it bluntly, let alone the low chance of bone marrow matching. Well, if Mu Nancheng's blood type went to the operating table, it would be the same as killing her old lady.

The old lady Mu is young and widowed, she has seen all the world's conditions, she doesn't value anything except her son, and seducing him with liking and expressing affection does not work for her.

The Fu family could do nothing.

Song Xiaoran found Mu Nancheng.

Mu Nancheng has a huge castle manor abroad. There are many people who know the address, but few can visit it. The 50 meters around the manor are all infrared and surveillance. As long as someone wanders around for a while, security guards with guns Will come out to ask questions.

However, Song Xiaoran's meeting with Mu Nancheng went smoothly unexpectedly.

Mu Nancheng's assistant, Han Zhen, personally brought him into the manor with luxuriant trees and beautiful scenery of lakes and mountains, and told him that Mr. Mu was meeting a visitor, please wait a moment.

Song Xiaoran sat under a shady grape arbor full of bright colors and colorful fruit fragrances and waited. The servant brought him iced drinks and desserts. Sitting in the living room with a large floor-to-ceiling glass with a few people in suits and leather shoes, they were talking enthusiastically.

There are several magazines on the bamboo rattan stand at hand, and if you open any one, there will be an interview with Mu Nancheng. The man in the photo has a stern face and is very handsome and aggressive.

For a man with such an outstanding appearance, his appearance is often ignored in the evaluation of him by the outside world, which shows that he is superior in other aspects.

Song Xiaoran looked at the comments given to him by the media, he was sophisticated in the city, his skills were outstanding, his vision was precise, he was swift and resolute, his heart was ruthless, and he was arbitrary... For such a person, how could Song Xiaoran ask or even persuade him to do a bone marrow match?

Mu Nancheng's attitude is very obvious. He avoids donating bone marrow to Fu Yuxing. He is a distant relative. The Fu family has not cared for or helped Mu Nancheng for so many years. The people of the Fu family turned a blind eye when you were dying, but now you are cramming, how can there be such a cheap thing.

Not to mention that since Mu Nancheng took charge of Ennan, Fu Yuxing has fought against him several times in business. Mu Nancheng, who has been rooted abroad for many years, is certainly not an opponent of local snakes in the short term. His Ennan real estate has been eaten by Fu Yuxing. He has lost money several times, and it is impossible to say that he has no grievances.

The number of times Song Xiaoran and Mu Nancheng met was not infrequent. They followed Fu Yuxing to attend some important business banquets. From a distance, he saw this man surrounded by stars. The frown was also very light, and he was so calm and calm that he was almost indifferent.

Sometimes Fu Yuxing would take him forward to say hello politely. Mu Nancheng's eyes swept over them lightly, his jaw lightened, full of the cold arrogance of elders and superiors. Song Xiaoran didn't like his extreme Aggressive posture, attitude towards this person has always been perfunctory.

Before Song Xiaoran came to Country M, he planned many plans to get close to Mu Nancheng, but he never thought that he could enter Mu Nancheng's private residence so easily. For half an hour before the meeting, he had been thinking about what he had on him that was enough to impress Mu Nancheng. Nancheng, the one who made this deal with him.

There was a sudden noise from the entrance of the hall in the distance. Song Xiaoran stood up, but saw several people in suits and leather shoes rushing out surrounded by a tall man. It flowed all over the place.

Song Xiaoran's heart tightened, there must be a private doctor in such a manor, no one called the doctor, it can only mean that the person who hurt people is the owner here, what happened inside?Wouldn't it be possible for Mu Nancheng to take his anger out on others and hurt them when he saw him coming?

He took two quick steps forward, looking past the floor-to-ceiling glass windows of the reception hall, and inadvertently met Mu Nancheng's gaze.

Mu Nancheng was wearing an iron-gray shirt and black trousers. He stood upright in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows, holding a cigarette in his hand. In the smoke, his eyes were dark and deep, and he looked at Song Xiaoran without blinking. .

That gaze was like a swirling vortex, and everything he caught seemed inescapably attracted.

Han Zhen sent the injured into the car, arranged for everyone to leave, and finally walked in front of Song Xiaoran:

"Master Song, sir, please."

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