sacrifice at night

Mu Feigan, who will not lose his memory, is a genius and wise man. On the second day after being taken away, Mu Feigan noticed Long's small movements. Long did not hide it from Mu Feigan. He said that it was tailor-made for Mu Feigan Research, medicine that can restore memory.

Memories, for Mu Feigan, are diary expositions, as if they are imitating other people’s lives. Mu Feigan really wants to live his own life.

Mu Feigan stretched out a hand to Long, "Give it to me." With a calm smile and no fear of life or death, Long hesitated at this moment, "This medicine has many unclear side effects. Since you know it, why do you still take it?"

"You don't understand," Mu Feigan smiled, "A complete memory is a luxury for me, so let me test the medicine for you."

It was at that time that Long Xin couldn't bear it, and felt guilty for the first time, and Long felt that he had been planted in Mu Feigan's hands.

"My name is Long Che," Long Che stared into Mu Feigan's eyes and persuaded sincerely, "Don't eat it, you will die."

Mu Feigan smiled weakly, "If you don't eat, you will die. It's just a matter of time. If you don't eat, you won't even have a complete memory."

Long Che was speechless, he tucked Mu Feigan in the quilt, and said bitterly, "Why bother, Luo Wu doesn't know yet."

"I don't know, don't tell him." Mu Feigan closed his eyes tiredly, "If you have any questions, ask quickly, I'm going to sleep."

Long Che picked up a few important questions and asked some precautions, took out a bottle of medicine and stuffed it into Mu Feigan's hand, "It's better for pain relief, and the side effects are also serious, so don't take it unless it is absolutely necessary."

Mu Feigan closed his eyes and nodded, thanked him, slipped into the quilt to wrap himself in a rice dumpling, and fell asleep in the blink of an eye.

Long Che walked to the living room, Luo Wuzheng was holding a cup of tea and slowly sipping, obviously waiting for him, seeing him Luo Wu nodded, "Let's talk."

"There's nothing to talk about." Long Che sat across from Luo Wu, his eyes met, and he could see the persistence in each other's eyes. Luo Wu suddenly smiled, "I don't ask about anything else, I just want to know if Xiaomu will something."

Long Che looked at Luo Wu amusedly, "I heard that President Luo is a prodigy in the business world, asking such unlevel questions opened my eyes. I don't know what will happen to Xiao Mu."

Luo Wu glanced at Long Che meaningfully, and slowly smiled cruelly, "You better not know."

The cruel ruthlessness revealed in that kind of smile reminded Long Che of Mu Kediao, and the two of them were talking about the similarities. They pretended to be good skins, but they were real demons who could create purgatory on earth.

So far, Luo Wu is not worried that Long Che will do something unfavorable to Mu Feigan. Mu Feigan has always slept deeply and spent a long time, and has not returned to the company for a long time. God, while Mu Feigan was sleeping, Luo Wu went back to the company, and Mu Feigan entrusted Long Che to take care of him.

Luo Wu's going was like a meat bun beating a dog, and he never came back.

This kind of drama is seen a lot in novels on TV.

Mu Feigan lay down on the table to write a diary. The habit of more than [-] years is not to throw it away, but now he is a little confused. He used to write like a pen, but now he has not written a word, and there are countless words on the paper. The dots are densely packed, describing how uneasy Chu Mu Fei Gan felt.

"Xiaomu, someone is looking for you." Long Che knocked on the door outside, Mu Feigan closed the diary and walked out, immediately threw a lump of fleshy and soft stuff into his arms.

"Xiao Mu, I miss you so much." Dawa slipped into Mu Feigan's arms, looked up at the chubby face and said affectionately, "Do you miss me?"

Mu Feigan hesitated for a moment, then nodded seriously, "Yes!"

Dawa's happy little face collapsed, her eyes resentful, she stared at Mu Feigan and gritted her teeth word by word, "You don't need to miss me, just my uncle is enough for you, playboy!"

Mu Feigan smiled and patted Dawa's head, "Tell me, what's the matter."

"Grandpa is gone, uncle asked me to tell you that he won't be able to visit you recently." Dawa lowered her head, her eyes suddenly turned red.Mu Feigan pulled Dawa into his arms and comforted him, "Don't be sad."

Leaving Mu Feigan's embrace, Dawa sniffled, "I'm leaving, uncle told you to take good care of yourself, he will come back as soon as the matter is settled."

"Yeah." Mu Feigan nodded, "Be careful on the road."

The smile on the face melted instantly after Dawa left. The bitterness, loss, and deep sadness make people feel depressed when they look at it, their eyes are hot, and they are about to cry, but they don’t know how to comfort them. What language to comfort.

Luo Wuhui regretted it, Long Che walked behind Mu Feigan, opened his hands and gently hugged Mu Feigan into his arms, "Cry if you want to, in front of me, you don't have to hold back."

Mu Feigan let Long Che hug him into his arms, his eyes were dry and he couldn't shed a single tear, but his heart seemed to be pressed with a small peanut. "There are no more tears to shed."

Suddenly, Mu Feigan covered his chest with one hand and squatted down. Long Che squatted down after him, worried, "Is your chest hurting again?"

"It hurts." Mu Feigan lowered his head, and his long hair hung down to form the best barrier, hiding the expression on his face in the black hair. When Long Che pushed his hair away, he saw a pale, The face of the paper, the lips were bitten to the point of bleeding, the brows were tightly wrinkled and there was no longer the usual leisure, it was the pain in his heart, Mu Feigan gritted his teeth and didn't cry out the pain, he only listened vaguely to a few words biting through the gaps between his teeth Come out, "It hurts... My heart hurts... Luo..., my heart... hurts so much..."

Long Che hugged Mu Feigan tightly, and casually comforted him, "It's not hurting anymore, Luo Wu will be back soon, you go to sleep, ah, you'll be fine once you sleep."

Long Che freed up one hand, took out a bottle of sleeping pills, unscrewed the bottle cap with both hands, poured out two pills and stuffed them into Mu Feigan's mouth, but because of the pain, the sleeping pills didn't work for a long time, Mu Feigan Already convulsed by the pain, in order to make Mu Feigan fall asleep as soon as possible, Long Che stuffed him with two more pieces, hugging Mu Feigan to keep him from moving.

It may be that the sleeping pills have taken effect, or it may be that the pain has passed, Mu Feigan finally fell asleep, his brows were still furrowed, his body convulsed due to the excessive pain, Long Che carried Mu Feigan to the bed, and helped Mu Feigan to massage , the tentacles are like the hard texture of bones, and in just a few days, Mu Feigan has become so skinny. If this continues, Mu Feigan may not be able to wait for the day when Luo Wu comes back.

Long Che carefully observed the changes in Mu Feigan every day, and took care of Mu Feigan in every possible way. From the time when Luo Wu walked out of the house to when Mu Feigan woke up from the long sleep, Luo Wu never called. Long Che enlightened Mu Feigan. Fei Gan, "The relationship between the Luo family is complicated. Luo Kun passed away suddenly without making a will. I asked a lawyer to file a lawsuit, justify the property, and Luo Kun's funeral. Luo Wu probably was too busy to make a phone call."

Mu Feigan was drinking black-bone chicken soup with mushrooms and yuan meat. Hearing this, Long Che said that he suffered a lot from physical loss and needed to make up for it. When Feigan was in a good mood, he made a little joke with Long Che, "Whoever marries you will be lucky."

Long Che dissatisfied, "Why didn't someone marry me? Look down on me!"

Mu Feigan stroked his chin and looked at Long Che. Long Che was thin and had long legs, and he was very stylish. The clothes felt a little fat on his body, which made him look weak and easy to bully. His standard body is oppressed, "You don't You belong to the upper class, just looking at your figure, you don't look like it."

"What's wrong with my figure, you envy me!" Long Che imitated the scene of pressing Mu Buzhuo under his body, and suddenly his whole body trembled, which was very scary.

Mu Feigan smiled and didn't speak, trying to pour the tonic soup that Long Che made with all his heart into his stomach. Long Che was very good at taking care of others, and Mu Feigan's health also improved under the nourishment of the tonic soup.

Life lies in exercise, and Mu Feigan, who was recovering, put on a martial arts uniform full of martial arts charm, and dragged Long Che to make gestures.

Long Che responded in the spirit of playing with him, and Mu Feigan reminded, "You can't call to stop halfway, even if you cry, I won't stop."

"Let the horse come here!" Long Che raised his hand and waved to Mu Feigan.

Mu Feigan was also unambiguous, without putting on airs, and directly used his moves. His movements were flexible, quick, and practical. Feigan was in poor health, and the two of them were just exchanging ideas. Like Mu Feigan said, Long Che had been beaten and cried a long time ago.

Until Mu Feigan exhausted all his energy, the two of them lay face to face on the ground, gasping for breath. Mu Feigan still had the blush after strenuous exercise on his face. He was rosy and looked better than ever before, but But Long Che couldn't be happy.

In fact, Mu Feigan wanted to compete with Luo Wu the most, and he didn't want to hold Luo Wu back, so he found Long Che as a substitute, but Long Che was willing to enjoy the joy of competing with Luo Wu instead.

"You are really surprising. You have such a good kung fu with such a poor body." Long Che recalled the joy of fighting just now, and there was no one else who could admire him from the bottom of his heart except Mu Buzhuo.

"I forgot about it before, but now that I think about it, I might be preparing for something." Mu Feigan closed his eyes, feeling all kinds of subtle sounds coming into his ears, forming a pair of pictures in his mind, Long Che's voice In it, like smoke and mist, misty, "What's the matter?"

Yes, what's the matter?Mu Feigan thought, he didn't know what he was preparing for, but he could feel that he was preparing for something. Perhaps, he would know the answer only on the day of his death.

Long Che waited for a long time without seeing Mu Feigan's answer, got up and saw that Mu Feigan had already fallen asleep, no matter how he screamed, he couldn't wake him up, Long Che often thought that Mu Feigan was not actually asleep, but fainted.

Long Che never took the initiative to contact Mu Buzhuo, either because he didn't want to or because he didn't dare, otherwise he could ask Mu Buzhuo about Luo Wu.

The so-called fulfillment of the so-called wish is so, in the morning I wanted to know about the situation from Mu Buzhuo, but in the afternoon Mu Buzhuo called, and before Long Che could ask, Mu Buzhuo threw him a frightening news.

Mu Buzhuo said coldly, "Luo Wu is getting married."

small theater:

Longlong: (worried) I heard that Luo Wu is getting married?

Woodpecker: (touches chin, looks at Longlong) Luo Wu is married?

Xiao Diao: (excited) Luo Wu cheated, did you know?

Correctness: (helplessly) Don't act too happy...

Baby: (points to finger) Yes, uncle is married, what about Xiaomu?

Xiaomu: (looks at everyone) Want to snatch the groom?

the crowd nodded

Xiaomu: (clenching a small fist) Sure!

Everyone cheered, Luo Wuwait to die!

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