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Seeing Bai Yuyuan's expression, Yan Muzhi's heart sank again and again, he settled down and said, "Let's talk upstairs?"

"Okay." Bai Yuyuan's expression was very calm, so calm that Yan Muzhi's thoughts sank.

When he got upstairs, Yan Muzhian sat down on the sofa safely, and saw two cups of tea coming from the far side of Bai Gu, and pushed one to him: "Take a few sips first."

"Why?" Yan Muzhi drank with a smile.

Bai Yuyuan said: "This matter has something to do with Bai Yuqing from the beginning to the end. I only found out today that he has an engine company in his hands."

Yan Muzhi frowned.

Bai Yuyuan handed over the investigation report: "Take a look."

Yan Muzhi read it again, his brows furrowed tighter and tighter: "You mean, Bai Yuqing forced my father to death and took away his core technology?"

"Yes." Bai Yuyuan exhaled, and said solemnly: "It was also my fault back then, and I didn't notice it."

Yan Muzhi clenched his fingers tighter and tighter.

For the two of them, this may be the best ending.

After all, this has nothing to do with Bai Yuyuan.

But for Yan Muzhi, the overwhelming self-blame in his heart almost killed him.

Thinking of the Muyan Culture Company that remained in the end, thinking of the jokes back then, and thinking about his attitude towards his father later, Yan Muzhi lowered his head, and when he raised it again, his eyes were red.

He was silent for a moment, then smiled at Bai Yuyuan: "It's okay, I'm fine."

"It's hard to get these materials, isn't it? I guess it took you a lot of time, how much money, I..." Yan Muzhi's tone was almost calm.

Bai Yuyuan interrupted his words and reached out to hold his hand.

Fingers intertwined.

The warmth made Yan Muzhi almost cry for a moment.

After a long time, Yan Muzhi said, "Thank you."

"No need." Bai Yuyuan stretched out his hand, patted Yan Muzhi's shoulder lightly, sat down and embraced him in his arms.

Yan Muzhi is not thin and small, at this moment he is curled up like a ball.

Being hugged tightly by Bai Yuyuan, Yan Muzhi didn't move, but stretched out his hand to hold Bai Yuyuan tightly, like a drowning person.

The son wants to support but the relative does not wait.

Now Yan Muzhi finally understood the full meaning of this sentence.

"I thought my dad was an asshole before." Yan Muzhi was silent for a moment, then choked up and said, "Now I realize that even though he is an asshole, he still loves me."

"Well, I understand." Bai Yuyuan patted him on the back lightly.

It seemed to be comforting an injured child, but this action really comforted Yan Muzhi very well. Yan Muzhi closed his eyes, feeling a dull pain all over his body.

"I want to get back everything my father has." After a long time, he said in admiration.

"Okay." Bai Yuyuan agreed without thinking.

"Isn't that your brother? Will your father be unhappy?" Even at this moment, Yan Muzhi thought of Bai Yuyuan first.

"What happened back then was my fault. After all, I was the last person who came into contact with your father. If I do more inspections, I will soon discover the problem." Bai Yuqing said calmly.

Yan Muzhi shook his head and smiled: "It's none of your business, how can you blame me?"

Sensing that Yan Muzhi's mood was not right, Bai Yuyuan didn't dare to let him go to sleep easily, so he could only ask, "Are you hungry? Shall I make you something to eat?"

"...Okay." After a moment of silence, Yan Muzhi whispered.

He rubbed his eyes: "what are you doing, I'll be with you."

"Well, come on, make glutinous rice balls." Bai Yuyuan smiled.

Yan Muzhi was startled, then nodded, "Sure, I'll cook for you when you're done."

It’s easy to buy stuff like glutinous rice balls by the bag, but to put it in Bai Yuyuan’s place, it’s all done by yourself, boil red bean paste, filter it a little bit, add it to the finished glutinous rice ball skin, and finally make it A bowl of purple rice soup is used as the base, which is pure and natural without any additions, and it is fragrant and sweet.

Seeing the exquisite glutinous rice balls, Yan Muzhizhu didn't dare to stretch out his hand, so he simply made a stretching party.

"Is it not good for me to eat and wait to die like this?" Yan Muzhi smiled and held a bowl of glutinous rice balls.

"It's good, I like you like this." Bai Yuyuan smiled, freeing his hand to pat Yan Muzhi's head.

Yan Muzhi shook it, yes, a head of fans.

He was not angry, so he just wiped it for Bai Yuyuan.

The two came out to eat glutinous rice balls in a mess. I remembered that Xia Gee said before that Bai Yuyuan had a cleanliness habit, and now I don't know why, as if he was cured by Yan Muzhi.

The red bean stuffed glutinous rice balls are small and exquisite, the fillings are delicate and sweet, and the purple rice soup base has a natural fragrance. Yan Muzhi happily ate a big bowl, and passed the bowl over with a smile: "How about giving me two of yours?" ?”

"How many do you want?" Bai Yanyuan had no temper, smiled dotingly, and handed over the bowl directly.

Yan Muzhi took a look, there were six in total, three on each side, cheerfully and evenly distributed.

Inexplicably, seeing Yan Muzhiyan laughing at Yanyan, Bai Fuyuan felt that everything was worth it.

After a day of fatigue, the astonishment when he saw the information disappeared in this instant.

Bai Fuyuan was silent for a moment, then smiled at Yan Muzhi, "I'll make you whatever you want to eat in the future."

"Okay." Yan Muzhi bit the last dumpling into his mouth and asked with a smile, "What do you want?"

"What?" Bai Yuyuan was taken aback.

"Isn't tomorrow a holiday?" Yan Muzhi blinked.

Bai Fuyuan smiled and nodded: "Yes, you plan to give me yourself as a gift?"

"Success." Yan Muzhi responded with a smile as if he didn't understand.

"Say it first, and you are not allowed to go back on your word." Bai Yuyuan's eyes flashed an unclear light.

Yan Muzhi didn't care, he nodded, still looking heartless.

Yan Muzhi's birthday.

Bai Yuyuan had already planned for this day for too long, just waiting for that day to come.

"Actually, tomorrow is still a day." Yan Muzhi said suddenly.

Bai Fuyuan's heart sank suddenly, and he heard Yan Muzhi continue: "It's the anniversary of my father's death."

His tone was light and fluttering, and no emotion could be heard.

However, Bai Yuyuan knew that he was very sad, and this sadness settled down, and finally formed the simplest tear, which slammed on the table with a thud.

It was as light as a sigh.

"I'll go back tomorrow, can you accompany me?"

Yan Muzhi raised his head, there seemed to be water marks in his eyes.

Bai Yuyuan could only nod his head.

He couldn't think of any possibility to refuse Yan Muzhi.

"When I come back tomorrow, I have to think about how to treat Bai Yuqing and Liang Yan." Yan Muzhi put the business card on his fingertips and twirled it twice.

"You can take care of your business first." Bai Yuyuan couldn't help but said.

Yan Muzhi shook his head: "No, Liang Yan's side is more urgent. I gave him one last chance, just to see if he will cherish it..."

Before the voice fell, a message came from the mailbox.

Yan Muzhi went over to take a look, and the expression in his eyes completely cooled down: "He sent the information to Huangyi."