"So you came to me just to tell me that?" Mu Ming agreed with the general slightly nodded, eyes fell gently on the woman, with half of the tone of ridicule asked.
"No In contrast, Lu Yao's look is much more serious. As she said, she took out the black U-disk from her bag and pushed it to the man. "I want to tell you that you hate the wrong person for so many years."
Staring at the old U disk that had been stripped of paint and mottled, the man's eyes suddenly gathered together and held it in his hand subconsciously. He asked, "what's this?"
Lu Yao's expression on her face softened a little bit. She just took a sip of tea and then responded: "the original house is no longer in use. I want to clean up the things first. I found this USB flash drive in my dad's room two days ago. There are things you are interested in."
After a pause, seeing that the other side's face became ugly, she added not lightly and lightly: "at that time, he was already ill, I'm afraid he didn't remember about this USB flash disk for a long time. If you had told us clearly earlier, you might not have known the truth until now."
Truth -
the so-called truth strikes a heavy hammer in Mu Ming's heart.
The man's hard throat rolled up and down. After a while, he squeezed out a smile, "thank you very much."
"Don't you wonder what's in it?" Lu Yao stroked her belly and looked up at him.
He cleared his throat and stood up. "I think I have a guess."
Finish saying, push the chair under the body again a few minutes, lift a foot to go to the place that the bar charges.
Lu Yao also quickly followed behind, and took out her purse from her bag while walking.
After standing, the cashier quickly calculated the account, "three pots of tea, a plate of dried fruit, a total of 680."
"Three pots of tea?"
Lu Yao handed out the card in her hand and was pushed back by the man. In the process, the two looked at each other in the eyes, which were somewhat embarrassed.
But the cashier who was questioned did not know it, and explained with a smile: "there are two pots that this gentleman continued. We still have single data here..."
"All right." The man who couldn't listen quickly reached out his hand to interrupt and handed out his card. "No need to explain. Swipe the card."
When going out, Mu Ming will Lu Yao on the car, the woman can't help but frown and tear him down along the way, "you've already arrived?"
"Well." The man put his hands in his trousers pocket and walked with his head buried. There was no room for refutation.
That night, Mu Ming came back to the hotel and looked up all the information in the U disk in a dark silence, and his eyes gradually became empty.
After closing the computer, I lit a cigarette and walked slowly to the windowsill. I opened the curtain with a crash, and the bright neon of the whole city came into view.
A moment later, he smoked more than half of the cigarette, and the mobile phone on the coffee table behind him rang again. He squinted his eyes, handed the cigarette to his lips and took a big puff.
Then he strode past in a haze, picked up his mobile phone to see the content of the caller ID, and suddenly chuckled and pressed to answer, "Mr. Yan."
"Mr. mu, I'll come back the day after tomorrow. If it's convenient then, I'll have a potluck. The old man wants to see you." On the other side of the phone, the man's voice was polite and cold.
"Yes, no problem." Mu Ming's smile gradually deepened, but the knuckles holding the mobile phone were gradually tightened until they were pale.
After a little pause, he added, "I'd like to see him, too."
Hang up the phone, the smoke between the fingers also burned out, the residual temperature will burn the knuckles red, and he just a little frown, bent down to throw the cigarette butt into the ashtray.
"Mr. Yan..." When he straightened up his waist again, his eyes suddenly became dark and deep. He gently hooked his lips and looked sinister and cruel. "It's time to see each other."
Then, suddenly thought of something, picked up the mobile phone again, sent a message to Lu Yao.
The content of the message is nothing more than an apology and thanks. For so many years of stubborn heart, it has been proved by a USB flash disk how ridiculous it is. He does not know whether he should ask for the other party's understanding.
When he was thinking about it in such a mess, his mobile phone suddenly rang out, his figure trembled and hesitated to untie the screen.
The SMS interface only replies with two simple words.
"It's OK."
What is the meaning of this nothing, it is difficult to guess, but he seems to understand, gently hook up the corners of his lips.
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two days later, the man paid a visit to the Yan Family with a gift.
The old man of Yan's family is in poor health, but he still gives face to wait in the living room early.
Hearing the movement, Yan Mo got up and welcomed people in from the gate of the courtyard. When he came to the front door of the villa, the trembling old man also came.
"This is Mr. mu, President of Fengrui." The man introduced with a smile, and then reached out to the old man beside him, "this is my father."
"I've heard from you so much, Mr. Yan." Mu Ming stretched out his hand with a soft smile and hid his heart's emotion well.The old man with both hands on his cane, raised his eyes to observe the man for a long time, until the hand that he extended out slowly became stiff, then with a smile, pretended to have just reacted, and shook him lightly, "general manager mu, you are welcome."
After entering the room, a group of three people raised their feet from the living room to the dining room, each with a meaningful smile on their faces.
Supported by the housekeeper, the old man hobbled along the side of Mu's name and asked, "this surname of general Mu is rare. I don't know which" Mu "
Mu's face was slightly stiff, but there was no intention to hide it. "Mu, like Mu Chunfeng's" Mu ", is really rare. Besides my mother and I, I have never met anyone with the same surname
"Oh?" The old man picked up his eyebrows with great interest. After thinking for a moment, he said slowly, "a real estate developer I worked with many years ago is also surnamed mu. I wonder if you know him or not?"
"Is it?" The man seems to be really surprised, the side eyes and the old man look at each other, the smile on his face is more gentle a little bit, "I don't know who you are talking about?"
Hearing this, the old man stopped suddenly, but he still looked at him with a smile that was not light or heavy. After a long time, he slowly spat out a sentence: "she called Mushan. "
When he said this, he was obviously observing the expression on the man's face, which seemed to be a silent confrontation between them.
Mu Ming's face, always does not reveal half can explore the look, the smile is as usual plain and soft.
Seeing this, the old man chuckled two times, and then continued to walk forward, while walking while guessing: "it seems that I don't know."
Mu Ming astringes his eyes and follows the rhythm of the old man's steps. When he is about to respond, he is interrupted by a burst of crashing sound from the restaurant's unexpected direction.
When the old man frowned, he saw a young girl running out in a hurry. Seeing that his master was already standing at the door, he blushed and confessed, "I'm sorry, master, I didn't mean to do it. I'm going to clean it up."
"Useless things."
The old man scolded coldly, holding the walking stick just to be lifted up, next to Yan Mo took the lead in snatching the front of the story, "hurry to clean up, move faster."
The little girl nodded and trotted all the way to the kitchen.
Next to Mu name quietly, but because of the small accident just now and some slightly relaxed.
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