Mu Sijue stayed asleep all night, only with a pale face. If he didn't pay attention, he wouldn't tell the difference between him and usual.

Aunt Zhou wanted to ask, Si Jue, how are you?

Mu Sijue's eyes were a little obscure, "Aunt Zhou, I'm fine, don't worry about me."

"If you are really good, how could you torture yourself?" Aunt Zhou looked at Mu Sijue, "Xiao Qi, I know you so much--you are not good at all now."

“…”

Mu Sijue said nothing and did not look at Aunt Zhou.

In front of Aunt Zhou who watched him grow up, he was used to using silence to avoid topics.

Aunt Zhou couldn't bear to force Mu Sijue and sighed, "Xiaoqi, A Guang told me, you want to kill Youning, is this true?"

"Aunt Zhou, Xu Youning is from Kangrui City." Mu Sijue's voice had no feelings, "Kangrui City has hurt you, no matter Kangrui City or the people around him, I will not let anyone go."

"Youning is different!" Aunt Zhou tried to awaken Mu Sijue's feelings for Xu Youning, "Sijue, you love..."

"Aunt Zhou, I hate Xu Youning." Mu Sijue's eyes were filled with a fierce hatred. "She can even kill a child that has not yet been formed. In the future, she can kill us. Xu Youning and I, either she dies or I die."

Aunt Zhou couldn't accept such a fact, "Xiao Qi, do you have to do this?"

"It's impossible to avoid."

Mu Sijue's tone was particularly cold and hard, as if there was no room for negotiation, and it would be useless for anyone to persuade him.

Fortunately, Aunt Zhou gave up and asked, "Si Jue, can you tell Aunt Zhou what did you and Youning give birth to yesterday morning, and how did you find Youning ate Miffimiso?"

"Aunt Zhou, I don't want to mention it."

That scene was a knife that was always embedded in Mu Sijue's heart.

Mu Sijue's voice did not fluctuate at all, just like he had lost all expectations for Xu Youning.

However, Su Jianan needs to know the details.

"Xiao Qi..."

Aunt Zhou also wanted to persuade Mu Sijue.

"Aunt Zhou, if you are fine, I'll go back to the company."

Mu Sijue turned around and was about to leave the old house.

Aunt Zhou could only compromise, "Xiaoqi, stay here to have a meal with Aunt Zhou. We won't mention those messy things."

After dinner, Aunt Zhou said that she was uncomfortable and was afraid of something unexpected, so she asked Mu Sijue to stay in the old house.

Mu Sijue has been working for 24 hours in a row. No matter how good his physical fitness is, he can't stand him for another night.

Aunt Zhou just wanted Mu Sijue to stay at home and rest.

Mu Sijue grew up so old that Aunt Zhou had almost never made any requests to him. This was the first time the old man asked him to stay and accompany her.

He knew that Aunt Zhou was not uncomfortable, but he could not abandon Aunt Zhou.

This time, it was Mu Sijue's turn to compromise.

Mu Sijue said: "Aunt Zhou, you have a rest, I won't leave."

Aunt Zhou finally felt relieved, "You have a good rest too."

Aunt Zhou's injuries were not healed yet, and after taking medicine after meals, he felt a little drowsy. Mu Sijue asked the nurse to take Aunt Zhou upstairs.

Not long after, the nurse came down and said that Aunt Zhou was asleep.

"I understand." Mu Sijue lit a cigarette and ordered, "You should guard Aunt Zhou so that she will not feel uncomfortable when she wakes up in the middle of the night. If anything is wrong, tell me immediately."

"We understand."

After saying that, the nurse looked at Mu Sijue and obviously had something to say.

Mu Sijue coldly popped up a word: "Say!"

The caregiver's back was cold and his whole body trembled. "Mr. Mu, Aunt Zhou said before going to bed, if you leave in the middle of the night, you will be the unworthy descendants of the Mu family."

Mu Sijue: "..."

Aunt Zhou’s intimidation was useful. After Mu Sijue smoked, he walked to the yard but did not leave.

In winter, the coldness is not inferior to that of a city. The dry and cold feeling is like it will freeze people's skin.

Last winter, Xu Youning was still in City G, freely entering and leaving the Mu family's old house.

This year, she has been in another city and another old house.

No wonder the ancients said that fate was impermanent.

Mu Sijue walked out of the old house.

The older generation of people in City G are more accustomed to calling this place the Mu family mansion.

The mansion is also veritable. Within three kilometers, it is all the property of the Mu family.

Walking out of the Mu family mansion, it is a park.

It was not too late at night, and there were still many people in the park, with several young couples playing with their children, and one of them was playing football with their children.

The little child had no skills and only knew how to kick the ball far away. The little boy kicked out and the white football rolled towards Mu Sijue.

The child let out a "ah" and ran after the ball, but he couldn't catch up with the football. He cried, "Dad, my ball."

Mu Sijue was inexplicably soft-hearted and stretched out his feet to help the little boy block the football.

The little boy breathed a sigh of relief, ran over happily, looking up at several of his tall Mu Sijue, "Thank you uncle. Wow, uncle, you are so handsome!"

The child who is younger than Mu Mu has a soft and cute voice and is harmless in appearance, and can easily hit the softest part of the person's heart.

Mu Sijue squatted down, picked up the ball, held it in front of the little boy with both hands, "Give it back to you."

"Thank you uncle!" The little boy looked around Mu Sijue, "Uncle, are you alone? Well, you can play with me, can you play football?"

Looking at the child's innocent eyes, Mu Sijue nodded in a strange way, "How to do it."

"Haha," the little boy smiled happily, "Then let's play together. You kick the ball over and give it to me, and I'll kick it back to you. It's very fun."

The little boy put down the ball and ran away. Mu Sijue looked at the child's small figure, his eyes sluggishly, and everything in front of him suddenly became blurry.

Mu Sijue closed his eyes and exerted a light force on his feet. The ball rolled towards the little boy accurately as if he had received an order.

When A Guang came back, he saw Mu Sijue playing football with a little boy.

He thought he had read it wrong, so he wiped his eyes and looked carefully, it was really Mu Sijue.

"Seven, seventh brother..."

A Guang was shocked when he heard his voice.

Mu Sijue caught the ball kicked by the little boy, picked it up and sent it back to the little guy, "I'm leaving."

It is probably because A Guang came to him at this time that something happened.

The little boy liked to play with Mu Sijue very much. When he heard that Mu Sijue was leaving, he was a little disappointed, but he nodded and said politely: "Goodbye Uncle."

Mu Sijue gently touched the little guy's head, "Goodbye."

He walked out of the park and walked towards the old house with A Guang, "What's the matter?"

A Guang reported some things, but it was not an urgent matter, but Mu Sijue needed an idea.

After saying that, the two of them had returned to the old house.

Mu Sijue explained what A Guang should do one by one, and at the end, he said, "If there is nothing else, you can go back."

"There's another thing," A Guang's tone was a little annoyed, "Brother Qi, you were like that just now, too dangerous."

In City G, Mu Sijue is a sensitive figure. Not only the police are staring at him, but also some "companies" and some even say he wants his life.

He was alone in the park and exposed himself 360 degrees without dead corners. Once a sniper rifle aimed at him, the consequences would be unimaginable.

"Don't worry." Mu Sijue said lightly, "I have a sense of responsibility."

A Guang thought to himself, do you really have it? Are you sure you have not been attracted by that child and thus relaxed your vigilance around you?

"Is there anything else?" Mu Sijue asked.

A Guang shook his head, "It's okay."

"Go back."

After saying that, Mu Sijue turned to the stairs.

After walking around for a day and a night, Mu Sijue had already become tired. After returning to the room and lying down, he quickly fell asleep with the help of sleeping pills.

I don’t know how long I slept, but Mu Sijue saw a boy two or three years old in a trance.

The young child, who was pure and innocent, stood not far away and smiled at him.

Mu Sijue's heart seemed to be hit by something, and a voice told him that it was his child.

He walked over almost greedy, but the child kept retreating.

"Dad," the little guy cried, "Why do you and mom want me?"
To be continued...