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Everyone had the bottom line of having a mental breakdown. As long as they were touched, it was difficult for them to control their emotions.

"What are you people doing, even bullying a little girl?!" Shi Dongqing protected me behind him, "If you have any problems, come at me, don't be so overbearing and scare a little miss of mine. Also, this is my territory, if I don't let you guys in, then get the f * ck out of here!"

"Shi …" I called him weakly, but not even my name was complete: "I can't breathe."

"All of you, f * ck off! Don't understand human speech? This person is not feeling well, if there's anything good, then all of you will f * cking go to court! "

The problem was serious, the group of reporters finally hesitated and retreated a little, making room for Shi Dongqing to carefully support me. He asked, "How is it? Are you feeling better?"

I opened my eyes, looked at him, and nodded.

"I'm fine."

I let go of his hand and stood up on my own. The reporters were no longer aggressive.

"Miss Lu, we don't have any other intentions. We just want to know the truth of this matter as soon as possible." One of the reporters stood up and explained to me, "Please forgive me. After all, most netizens have the right to know the truth."

"When the time is right, I will naturally come out to give you all an explanation."

This was the nature of a journalist. If you answered them a little, it would be like giving them a little bit of sunshine. The next question would come one after another.

"Then you can now answer us, why did you appear in Mu Corporation? You and him didn't... "

It was seven years ago … It was this word again … Why do you have to mention it? I felt uncomfortable, unable to speak, and my face turned even uglier.

I was exhausted.

I knew that everything had to be done on my own, that no one would ever come to my aid again.

"An An's the future boss of Mu Group, what's wrong with him appearing here?"

Suddenly, a familiar male voice came from the crowd. I saw that the one who walked out from the crowd of reporters was Mu Huainan.

Dressed in a suit, tall and straight, he was still standing tall and cold, like a god that had walked out of the clouds.

So cool, so delicate.

What was different from ten years ago was his pale face and pale lips.

Mu Huainan's sudden appearance immediately attracted the attention of all the reporters. They found their target to surround his again, but I was even more worried.

He was very sick before I left. How can he run around now?

The crowd was abuzz with questions that had been discussed and raised by the reporters.

"Hello, Mubai, why did you say that the Mu Group would belong to Miss Lu Weian in the future? Because of the deal you made with him? However, someone familiar with the matter said that her departure seven years ago was a transaction. Now that Miss Lu is back, this company, is it the trading item between you? "

This reporter knows something beyond his scope, and I'm afraid it's not that simple.

Mu Huai An's expression remained indifferent as he asked the reporter, "Who told you this?"

When facing outsiders, he was the same as always, carrying a bit of politeness and estrangement. The closer he got, the colder it felt.

The reporter looked a little scared silly by Mu Huainan's question. She swallowed her saliva and mumbled for a long time before giving an excuse that was useless.

"Yes …" It was guessed by the netizens on the internet … "

Mu Huainan gently glanced at the reporter, who immediately turned pale and retreated to the back.

No matter how much time had passed, Mu Huainan's deterrence still could not be underestimated.

He came towards me, frowning and watching with some concern.

"Why does his face look so bad?"

I looked up at him.

He smiled and put his arm around my shoulders, "Seven years ago, An An left just to study abroad, and that's all. I just coincidentally went to the same school as Peng Family, and they have nothing to do with each other. An An is from the Mu family, so she will only appear by my side in the future."

"But a while ago, some netizens spouted out that young master Peng Family had hidden his marriage, and his target was the Miss Lu. This news …."

Halfway through the reporter's sentence, Mu Huainan looked over coldly. She immediately shut her mouth, and did not dare say anymore.

Although they were afraid of Mu Huainan, not a single reporter left. Everyone waited quietly for the right moment, waiting for a reporter to open their conversation so that Mu Huainan could unquestionably answer all their questions of interest.

After all, it had been seven years. No, it should have been ten years, excluding the last funeral. Mu Huainan and I rarely had the same frame, so the moment we stood together and faced the media, it was practically zero.

It wasn't easy for them to grab this opportunity, how could they let it go?

Someone's phone suddenly rang. Suddenly, the reporter took it out. He wanted to hang up, but he didn't know who was on the screen. He was surprised for a moment, then turned around and went to answer the phone.

Logically speaking, he should have missed out on a huge scale like this when he left to pick up a call.

Doggie's rule was that he would rather wait thirty days than relax for thirty seconds.

During this period, there were even more people asking questions in small groups, all of which were cleverly resolved by Mu Huainan.

Strictly speaking, it wasn't an ingenuity, it was … Threatening …

He didn't say anything, which made it sound like a threat.

I always thought that reporter was different. He wasn't as shameless as the average paparazzi, and he was calm and collected among the crowd.

It was as if he was watching from the sidelines and didn't want to participate in the digging.

The scene was quiet for a moment, then Mu Huainan spoke: "If there are no problems, then let's disperse."

"Wait!"

The reporter I thought was very strange actually spoke at this moment.

"There was an exposed story by an netizen. The reason why Miss Lu left the Mr. Mou seven years ago was because he was pregnant with your child and was ruthlessly killed by you. That's why he left in despair and grief."

When these words were spoken, everyone went silent.

These words weren't nonsense. He might even bring disaster upon himself.

I felt dizzy and staggered two steps when I heard someone revealing my pain to me. Fortunately, Mu Huainan was helping me.

"What's your name?" Mu Huainan didn't answer him, but asked him a question instead. His eyes were like ice balls as they shot out cold beams of light.

That man was smart too, avoiding Mu Huainan's words.

"I am just a small journalist, there is no need for Mubai to know my name. I am just curious, what do you think of me?"

"It's fake." Mu Huainan only coldly spat out these two words.

"Fake?" The man was unrelenting. He took out his phone and lit up the screen. On it was a photo: "This is the proof given to me by the netizens. This is the proof of Miss Lu's pregnancy seven years ago.

The cameras were focused on the man's phone screen.

All the reporters had focused their attention on this matter. If it was true, it would be a huge surprise.

"Stop it!"

Mu Huainan growled in a low voice and immediately settled the sounds of taking photos one after another. The place was quiet, and the reporters were all staring at him and me.

He seemed to be waiting for a reasonable explanation.

"This is our family business, it's inconvenient for us to divulge this. Shi Dongqing, send them off." Mu Huainan's voice was ice-cold, and his complexion looked really bad.

Shi Dongqing tried to chase those reporters away, but how could they leave willingly when they had such strong backing?

They started to talk at once, didn't dare to ask Mu Huainan questions, and started to attack me together.

"Miss Lu! Is this netizen's exposure real or fake? "

"Miss Lu! You really helped Mr. Mou carry a child?! "

The last question came from the strange man who didn't want to be a puppy.

He said, "Miss Lu, may I ask, seven years ago, Mr. Mou killed your child in a cruel manner.

As soon as I said that, the string in my head snapped.

I couldn't say anything, and I couldn't stop the tears from streaming down my face.

I can endure anything, live to be an armored warrior. I can face anything I do, but the only thing I can face is the darkness that I dare not touch seven years ago.

One time, one time.

"Crack, crack, crack."

There was the sound of cameras taking pictures again and again. For me, no mercy.

My body was shaking uncontrollably and my tears continued to fall. Mu Huainan pulled me behind him, his expression sullen as he became angry from the embarrassment.

"Today, no one can even dream of leaving."

There was no obvious anger in his words, and instead he spoke calmly. However, that bottomless pair of black eyes landed on every single person, causing them to uncontrollably shiver.

Today, he said, no one was going to leave. That expression of his was like that of an angry mafia lord on TV who would never get over his anger if he didn't cut him into pieces.

The air was heavy and tense, yet Mu Huainan's words were extremely scary. Some of the reporters were afraid and turned to leave, but since they had angered Bao Zi, things were not going to end so easily.

Mu Huainan opened his mouth once again.

"I want to see who dares to leave."

As soon as he said that, the man's body shuddered and stopped abruptly, not daring to move forward again.

The atmosphere was tense, and I also calmed down a lot. After all, this was a reporter from a big media outpost. No one would look good if things got out of hand.

Carrying the attitude of a peacemaker, I initially advised Mu Huainan to let the group of reporters go, but when I turned to look at him, his face turned blue, and cold sweat had already formed on his forehead.

"Uncle Huainan." Nervously, I tugged at his sleeve.

Before he could finish his words, he saw that he was finally unable to hold back anymore and began to cough violently.

It sounded like I was going to cough out my lungs, and I patted him on the back, worried. The next second, I saw him wriggling around his wrist, starting to bleed.

As he coughed, the blood increased.

The last hand, the one with the fist half clenched against its lips and coughing, was covered in blood between the fingers.

I was startled.

"Uncle Huainan!"

He finally lost his strength and fainted into my arms.

"Shi Dongqing, quickly call an ambulance!"

I never thought that Mu Huainan would fall in front of so many people. He is clearly a high and mighty King, but he has become a pitiful and lamentable weakling step by step.

I understand that for him, this is worse than death.

Just like a warrior, if that soldier didn't die on the battlefield, but silently died from an illness in his family, it would be a great shame.

The doctor at the hospital told me that his disease is already at its limit. If he still doesn't prepare for surgery, it's very likely that one day, Mu Huainan will fall asleep and never wake up again.

I stood in the doorway of the ward, more helpless than I had ever been.

I didn't even have the courage to walk in.

The first time I saw him, he was a man who could easily throw a rock and beat the thief who stole my wallet.

My heart was in pain, as if a hand was holding it, tighter and tighter, more and more suffocating me.

When Mu Huainan woke up, the ward was bright white, with light shining in from the window. He turned his head slightly and saw me standing at the door.

He waved at me with his free hand.

I couldn't hear the trail, but I could make out the shape of his mouth.

"Come here."

I took a deep breath and went in and sat beside him.

"Uncle Huainan." I tried to look relaxed. "Do you want some hot water?"

He shook his head slightly and took my hand in his cold hand from under the covers.

"Don't listen to the nonsense of those doctors. They just like to exaggerate and scare people. Don't worry, I'm fine."

The more he tries to be brave, the worse it will be for me.

"Uncle Huainan, let's set a time for the operation, alright?"

He didn't answer for a long time.

I will also go over often to check up on you and An Fang. You don't have to worry about anything, I will do my best to do it well. Even if you are worried about me, but whether it is in the company or the square, you are far from being as important as your body is.

"An'an." His voice was hoarse, as if it had been polished by sandpaper.

"I don't want surgery, not for that."

I was both anxious and aggrieved. "Why?"

"I'm afraid that if I don't come out of the operation room and leave you alone in this world, someone will bully you."

I finally couldn't hold it in any longer, tears streaming down my face.