After the divorce, the film emperor wants to ascend the throne with all his heart

Xu Yu slowly opened his eyes: "What's wrong? You're here!"

He raised his hand and rubbed his head, then stretched himself: "Brother Wen, are you hungry? I'm going to buy some food."

Wen Yanzhe remained silent, tightly grasping Mu Jin's wrist, as indifferent as if he hadn't heard it.

"You go." Mu Jin sighed and let him grab her wrist.

Realizing that Wen Yanzhe's condition is still not good, Xu Kui lowered his eyes, responded softly, and walked out in a low mood. He still didn't speak, and something might happen if he held back.

After leaving the inpatient department, Xu Kui ran into a familiar figure head-on. The man was tightly wrapped, with a hoodie hood on his head, and wearing a common black mask, but Xu Kui recognized him at a glance. This person is An Fei, that tortured entertainer under Brother Wen, and at the same time, the chief culprit who tossed Wen Yanzhe so much that he didn't want to live anymore.

Xu Kui turned around and followed quickly, only one step away, he could only watch the elevator door close, he was a little flustered, he pressed the elevator several times, but the elevator was still going up, Xu Kui couldn't wait, and hurried to the sidewalk ladder, hurriedly climbed the stairs.

While crawling, he called Mu Jin, and the connection was very fast.

"What's wrong?" Apparently An Fei hadn't arrived yet, Mu Jin asked suspiciously.

"Anfei, I saw him go to the ward." Xu Kui didn't dare to slack off his legs, panting and walking up the railing.

……

What responded to him was a long silence, and Xu Yu asked, "What's wrong?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Mu Jin hung up the phone without saying a word.

At this moment, the person standing at the door had already walked in, took off his mask, revealed his innocent and harmless face, and even smiled slightly: "Brother Wen, you're fine, that's great."

While he was talking, he was about to approach the hospital bed, Wen Yanzhe covered his head with the quilt, shivering inside.

Mu Jin stepped forward to stand between him and Wen Yanzhe, looked up at him, and creaked her fists.

Some people, if you don’t go to him, he will deliver to your door by himself. In this case, if you don’t beat him up, you will be sorry for his good intentions of coming all the way to get beaten.

Not much to say, Mu Jin raised her hand and waved it at Anfei's face, but Anfei reacted quickly, took a few steps back, and dodged it.

He unhurriedly took out a fruit knife from his arms, pointed at Mu Jin with a smirk on his face: "If you move around again, I can't guarantee that I won't hurt you, I'm here to see you today Brother Wen, just let me take a look at him."

An Fei approached slowly with the fruit knife in his hands, and Mu Jin glanced at the shiny knife with disdain: "Look at him? You're thinking too much."

Mu Jin raised her foot and kicked Anfei's leg fiercely, and while he was dodging, stepped forward and hit him in the chest with an elbow, which was also very powerful, Anfei retreated steadily, and then Mu Jin took advantage of his trance, easily Kneeling him on the ground, he didn't pass his hand holding the knife, and snatched the knife away.

"Next time push a cannon, maybe you can fight me twice, hold this thing to deal with me? I really look down on me."

Mu Jin gently wiped the dagger in her hand, kicked Anfei down with her feet, then stepped on his stomach, enjoying his throbbing expression contentedly.

Xu Yu pushed the door open, panting heavily, and was relieved when he saw the scene in front of him.

"Scared me to death." Xu Yu pointed to Wen Yanzhe whose head was covered with a quilt on the hospital bed, "Is he all right?"

Mu Jin shook her head, and stared at the person under her feet: "It's nothing serious, I hid under the blanket when I saw him."

"Then what about this person?" Xu Kui glanced at An Fei.

"Him? If it wasn't for being unable to kill people, I would have stabbed him in with a knife." Mu Jin bent down, patted An Fei on the head with a dagger, and said with a sneer, "Boy, the hair hasn't grown yet." Qi, be like a sick girl? You have never heard of my name, Mu Pizhuan. Today I will break a knife for you, so that you can learn a lot."

After finishing speaking, Mu Jin pinched the blade and broke it with both hands, and the fruit knife broke in two instantly.

He removed his foot from Anfei's body, and threw the blade in his hand into the trash can: "See a doctor, as long as you can't die."

Xu Yu stared at him dumbfounded, and nodded dully: "You don't consider the whole side job as a bodyguard or something?"

"Why didn't I think of it!" Mu Jin thought carefully while rubbing her chin.

"Let me take a look at him...."

Anfei's breath was weak, and his eyes were looking in the direction of Wen Yanzhe. Mu Jin bent down and smiled at him: "I heard that An's family has been in chaos recently, and its business secrets have been leaked, so that the stock has plummeted. Tell me, if they know that the white-eyed wolf It's you, how will I deal with you?"

"how do you know?"

An Fei looked at him in panic, raised his hand and grabbed Mu Jin's pants: "Who told you? It was An Nuo, was it her?"

"Oh, I don't know An Nuo, An Fei, and if I provoke Wen Yanzhe again, I will have a good talk with An Shen." Mu Jin moved her foot away from him, "Xu Kui, take him to the doctor .”

Xu Kui picked up Anfei and left the ward. Although he was extremely reluctant, he thought that if something happened to him, Mu Jin would not be able to escape.

After the two left, Mu Jin turned around and approached the hospital bed, tore off Wen Yanzhe's quilt, lowered her voice, and coaxed him in a comforting tone of a child: "It's okay, it's okay."

Wen Yanzhe raised his head from the pillow, and seeing that there was no one in the room, he hugged Mu Jin, sobbing softly.Mu Jin never thought that Wen Yanzhe would show such a fragile side. After all, in his own impression, he has always been slow-moving, neither hasty nor impatient, and feels open about everything he does.

Today's classical Chinese philosophers are not as calm as before, and even give up their lives, and even their parents can't take care of them.

Mu Jin sniffed, and sat on the edge of the bed to comfort Wen Yanzhe in her arms. It was getting late, it was pitch black outside the window, and the night wind sneaked in through the crack of the window, making Mu Jin feel a little chilly.

The surrounding area was very quiet, and Mu Jin didn't gently put his upper body on the bed until he fell asleep, wrapped him in a quilt, moved his numb arms, opened the door and walked out of the ward.

The corridor was empty, and Xu Kui left with the lunch box in his hand: "The meal is here, have some?"

"Well, wait a minute, which ward does that person live in?" Mu Jin's voice was low, with a rare indifference on his face, which was quite bluffing.

"That one, it's nothing serious, it's just a broken arm." Xu Yu gritted his teeth and pointed to the ward not far away: "Why do you want him?"

Mu Jin didn't say a word, but walked towards the Anfei ward, clenched her fists, trying her best to suppress the tyrannical emotions in her chest.

Pushing open the door and entering, I saw An Fei's hands were bound with gauze to a splint, leaning against the pillow of the hospital bed, quietly in a daze.

Hearing the door knock, Anfei turned his head and smiled, the corners of his mouth were bruised, looking a little miserable.

"You came."

After all, the age is not too high, and the voice still has a hint of softness at this moment.His eyes were bright, he stared at Mu Jin closely, wanted to speak but didn't dare to speak, finally struggled in his heart, and then asked Mu Jin cautiously: "Brother Wen... are you okay?"

"I can't die." Mu Jin replied angrily, "An Fei, I don't know what kind of love-hate relationship you have with Wen Yanzhe, but I hope you understand that no matter what happens, you can't justify hurting him. "

"Yeah." An Fei didn't argue, but obediently responded, "He's right, it's my fault."

After finishing speaking, he couldn't help laughing at himself: "He was innocent from the beginning to the end."

An Fei lowered his eyes and said softly, "I have a paranoid personality disorder, especially in recent years, it has been very serious. Only when I am with brother Wen can I feel comfortable."

Mu Jin didn't quite understand, so she didn't say a word, and listened to him quietly.

"My mother died in a car accident when I was ten years old. My father welcomed his lover into the house openly. The two of them had an illegitimate daughter, An Nuo, who was six years old at that time. It was also from that time From the very beginning, I became a redundant existence in the family. They would beat and scold me, and lock me in the warehouse for a whole day. Inside, the darkness would swallow me and make me breathless, but I didn’t know what to do. what to do."

He drooped his head and continued: "I smiled at them, I tried my best to please them, I hoped they could treat me a little better, but it didn't work, sometimes they don't go well, I even breathe wrong. I'm 15 I finally couldn't bear it anymore and found a chance to run out. When I was sleeping on the street, Brother Wen saw me, invited me to dinner, and comforted me gently. At that time, he was like an angel, coming in light and illuminating my whole world .”

"But later, he sent me to the police station. No matter how much I yelled, he left without looking back. I went back home. Because of my escape, my father was under stricter supervision, and I never had a chance to escape. Come out. At that time, I hated him to death, I hated him for meddling in his own business, I hated him for giving me sunshine, and kicking me into endless purgatory."

He said, obviously agitated, and his voice trembled: "I... When I grew up, I finally got out of the control of my family. The first thing I did was to take revenge on him. I became his artist. ***, I forced him, I thought I would be happy, but no, I am not happy at all now."

Mu Jin raised her hand and slapped him hard: "The two are clean, stay away from Yan Zhe in the future, but if you have any regrets, don't show up to provoke him again."

Not knowing how he got out, Mu Jin pressed his chest, he felt ashamed, for a moment just now, he felt compassion, and he felt sympathy for An Fei, because he was so similar to himself.

But it's different. I'm glad that I didn't grow up to be as paranoid as he is, and I'm glad that I won't hurt innocent people.

At the same time, people who have experienced despair and gloom have a special obsession with the light. Where is their own light?

In the empty corridor, the lights were dim, and the shiny floor made clear footsteps. Instead of going back to Wen Yanzhe's ward, Mu Jin went straight out of the inpatient department, sent a text message to Xu Kui downstairs, and told him about herself. I went back early.

My heart is restless, even the cold wind can't blow away the thousands of thoughts in my mind.