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Mu An'an still kept holding the doorknob, staring fixedly at the out-of-control Zong Zhengyu.
Mu Anan heard that sentence clearly.
Especially the last sentence
You are the most important.
You are the most important.
You are the most important.
This "you" is not Mu An'an, but Gu Xi.
In the room, Fay was also surprised by Zong Zhengyu's sudden excitement, and was a little caught off guard.
But Fay quickly reacted professionally, raised his head and gestured to Mu Anan to let her go out first.
Mu An'an understood Fay's hand gestures, but still stayed at the door for a full minute before slowly closing the door again.
Her eyes were always on Zong Zhengyu, and as the door closed a little bit, what she could see was also shrinking a little bit.
'click'
The door was completely closed, and Mu An'an couldn't see the state of Zong Zhengyu inside.
Not to mention, Mu Anan wouldn't hear anything he said.
Mu Anan did not choose to go back to the room just now, and observed the state inside Zongzheng Yu through the surveillance video.
I don't dare.
Mu Anan chose to leave.
As soon as he left the door of the big room, he saw Rosen guarding his seat in the corridor.
Seeing Mu An'an coming out, he immediately asked, "Miss An'an, inside Qiye"
"Oh, it's okay." Mu Anan tried to speak as calmly as possible, "I'm a little hungry, and I want to go downstairs to have something to eat, just watch over here."
Mu An'an never said anything like asking for food when he was hungry during Zong Zhengyu's treatment.
She would never have such an idea.
As soon as Luo Sen heard it, he felt that something should have happened inside, and Mu Anan wanted to be alone for a while.
However, Rosen was afraid that the engagement between Mu Anan and Zong Zhengyu would change.
"Miss An An"
When Luo Sen was walking downstairs in Mu An'an, he hurriedly said, "The past is always just the past, and you are Qi Ye's present and future."
Mu Anan stopped.
Luo Sen said, "Three years ago, Dr. Gu reminded Qi Ye that hypnotherapy could be used, but Qi Ye did not agree. The reason why he chose hypnotherapy, and chose to recall the incident ten years ago, was just to be able to Keep your promise."
Mu Anan listened quietly, neither turning his head nor responding.
Putting his hand on the handrail of the stairs, silently pushing hard.
Tens of seconds later, Mu Anan started walking again and walked downstairs step by step.
Instead of going to the kitchen seat, she went directly to the back door on the first floor of the house.
The back door is a heavy wooden single door, closed all year round.
When it was opened, it faced the untouched backyard, which was relatively empty, and faced the mountains and forests in the distance.
Mu Anan didn't go out, but sat on the doorstep, and took out the cigarettes and lighter from his pocket that he had just taken away in the living room.
When he lowered his head to light the cigarette, his hands were shaking, and he struck it several times before Mu Anan lit the cigarette.
The pumping was a bit urgent, and I choked on the first sip.
Mu An'an held the lighter in his hand, put his hand on the wall, covered the seat of his heart, and coughed violently.
The choking was so severe that tears flowed out from the coughing.
The eye sockets were red, and the throat was so dry that it hurt like a tear.
But the eyes didn't care.
Regardless of continuing to smoke this cigarette, he choked even worse. When the cough was at its worst, Mu Anan threw away the cigarette and lighter, and jumped up from the steps.
Go straight to the door of this house.
It's like my brain exploded.
A second ago, Zong Zhengyu called Gu Xi's name with Fay in his arms, saying that Gu Xi was the most important.
The next second is a sentence in my heart: go to your mother, I don't want you anymore.
Love who and what, what to love.
It was obvious that she was the most important person, but when she turned around, everything changed.
Being talented is the most important thing.
Gu Xi Gu Xi Gu Xi.
It's endless, isn't it, it's that important, isn't it?
Didn't it just grow up together, or just ten years, ten years
But she is only eight years old.
It has only been eight years since I entered Yuenyuan at the age of 12, which is still two years less than ten years.
Mu Anan walked to the gate of this house with anger and sharpness.
The gate was heavily guarded, but because it was Mu An'an, the guards automatically and respectfully opened the door for Mu An'an.
Mu Anan stood at the gate.
One foot has already stepped out, and the other foot is still inside.
The threshold seems to have become a dividing line.
Go, or go back.
Mu An'an was silent, looking into the distance, his brain seemed to be watching flowers on horseback, all kinds of events in Yuyuanyuan in the past eight years appeared in his mind.
From the very beginning, facing the collapse of Mu Qing and Grandpa's death.
Later, from a soft and willful little princess, Zong Zhengyu gradually developed a proud and wanton little princess of Yuyuanyuan step by step.
Later, he was moved by her heart, and he actively pursued her.
Step by step, every memory is so clear.
Mu Anan turned around and looked inside the house
Finally, she took back her steps, returned to the house, and returned to the back door steps where she was sitting just now.
Looking down at the lighter and the box of cigarettes that were broken on the ground.
Yes, I am the present and the future.
The past, what can I change?
He is already treating himself, facing the past.
It was a human life, how could he forget it?
Besides, didn't I think about it from the beginning, I would face such a situation, but it would be fine if it was cured.
Mu An'an calmed down his chaotic emotions one by one in his heart.
The cold wind blew again for a while.
Only when it was calm did he return upstairs.
Luo Sen has been guarding the door, and the moment he saw Mu An'an, he was relieved.
I am deeply afraid that Mu An'an will leave.
"Miss An An, Professor Fay has left, Mr. Seven" Rosen glanced back into the room.
"I see."
Mu Anan responded simply, and pushed open the door of the room.
At a glance, the place where Zongzheng Yu sat was facing surveillance.
It was Zong Zhengyu who entered the room twice for hypnotherapy, and Mu Anan took the seat.
He didn't even change his clothes, his white shirt was wrinkled, the neckline was still stained with water, his hair was wet, his bangs were pulled back, and some of them were curled up.
As far as the whole image is compared to usual, it looks a little embarrassed.
Zong Zhengyu didn't care, and stared at the surveillance screen.
Even if there is nothing in it.
Mu An watched quietly, he was still hesitant and angry just now.
But at the moment when he saw this man, all the grievances in his heart disappeared, leaving only a strong heartache.
Distressed to sour.
Wronged.
Not for himself, but for Qiye's grievance.
Mu An'an quietly closed the door, walked up to Zong Zhengyu, and blocked him from watching the surveillance video.
When Zong Zhengyu looked at her, Mu An'an raised a smile on the corner of his mouth, and opened his hand towards him, "Come, give me a hug."
Zong Zhengyu did not move.
Mu Anan bent down, hugged him, and patted Zong Zhengyu's shoulder lightly, "Thank you, my Seventh Master." (Remember this site's website: www.hlnovel.com - Didn't finish reading? Add this book to your favoritesI'm a member and bookmarked this chapterCopy the address of this book and recommend it to your friends for pointsChapter error? Click here to report
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