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In the entertainment circle, things were as flashy as a dream. People praised them and people stepped on them.

Didn't he say that whoever was more serious would lose?

My manager is a very famous big sis in the circle, everyone calls her Pei-jie. Many popular artists were brought out by her hand.

When the filming was over, I went to the dressing room to fix my makeup. Pei-jie sat there smoking, watching me come in, standing up to pour me a cup of coffee.

He brought it over and began to nag me as he helped me with my hair.

"Don't think that I would be afraid of you like those trash. Let me tell you, you are an artist under me. I will treat all of you equally and not favor any one of you. No matter if you are An Fang or the perfumery, even if you are the gang leader, in my eyes, you are just a third-rate actor who has never filmed a movie! "

I chuckled. I feel that Pei-jie has a genuine personality and I really like her in my heart.

"What are you laughing at!" She pinched my arm. "When I scold you, you have to listen carefully. If you want to laugh, you have to endure it! "Do you hear me?!"

"Alright, alright. Quickly finish your coffee and go back to work! "My bag still relies on you!"

Pei-jie went out to communicate with the director. I changed my clothes in the house for the second half and was about to leave.

Suddenly, the Pei-jie ran back. His expression was complex and incomprehensible.

"Then... Then … That person … "It's here."

I was stupefied.

"Who?"

Suddenly, someone knocked on the door.

The Pei-jie seemed to have been struck by lightning and bounced up, looking at me in panic.

"Who else can it be!?" That. I... I'll go out first. You. Hurry up and finish it... "After a while..." Pei-jie panicked so much that she couldn't speak quickly anymore, "Forget it, say what's on your mind, there's no need to rush. The director has me. "

After saying that, she opened the door. There was a black shadow standing at the door, my face couldn't be seen clearly, I could only see Pei-jie straightening her body and immediately saluting her. Then, she nervously smiled and said, "Hello, Mr. Mou. "Hurry up and go in." Then the Pei-jie went around the black figure and ran away.

Who just said he wasn't afraid?

He had slapped himself in the face, it must have hurt.

When Mu Huainan walked in, I couldn't help but look behind him.

"Don't worry, I'm the only one here today."

I often breathed a sigh of relief.

If it's going to be like last time, with such a big scene, I don't need to shoot this movie anymore.

I'd just finished changing and was standing under the make-up light when he came in, closed the door, and stood at the doorway, waving.

"An An, come here."

I didn't move, just bent my head and gripped the hem of my shirt.

"Be good and come here."

I still didn't want to move.

Mu Huainan could only walk towards me. After walking in, he suddenly took out a medicine bottle from his pocket and placed it in my palm.

"I brought medicine today."

The surface of the medicine bottle was ice-cold, without even the slightest bit of his warmth.

I put it on the table beside me and pursed my lips. "It has nothing to do with me."

He just smiled softly, and when his eyes fell on my arm, they froze.

His face sank.

Mu Huainan raised my arm: "Did Peng Haobai do this?"

His arm was cut by the glass on the floor the last time Mu Huainan asked this. Since it was so fierce, I definitely could not speak the truth.

I shook my head.

"No, it was injured during the filming."

He took my hand and put it in his coat pocket.

"Then let's go home. This show is over."

I raised my eyes and angrily glared at him. "Mu Huainan, who do you think you are?

He didn't say anything. He just took off his coat and pulled me into his arms, wrapping me in his heavy coat.

"Whatever you want to be, I'll let you be, okay?"

He hugged me and patted my back lightly. With his cold lips pressed against my ear, he gently told me, "Don't put so much pressure on yourself. It doesn't matter if you fail the exam, I can still send you abroad."

It had been seven years. It was as if everything had changed, but also as if nothing had changed.

I was hugged by him, my cheek resting on his warm chest. I couldn't help it, so I cried.

I can't help but think how great it would be if I could still hide behind him and let him spoil me like that.

However, every time I think about it, I feel very disappointed. I can't forget that back then, he was too preoccupied and caused his death. I tried my best to hate him, but after being hugged like this, my anger would disappear.

He kissed me on the forehead, then slowly released me and picked me up, struggling to get me to sit on the dressing table behind me.

He put his hands in his pockets and said self-deprecatingly, "I can't even hold her now that she's grown up."

I just won't admit he's old.

"I got fat."

"You're not old. You are only thirty-two years old. " I was stubbornly like that little girl.

Mu Huainan only smiled faintly. He took a necklace from his pocket.

It was a combination of gold and black, with round beads embedded in the gold pearl pendant. The black pearl was sparkling, as if it was wrapping around a piece of starry sky.

He helped me to put it on, carefully tying the chain, and I lowered my head to enjoy his service. I wrapped my arms around his neck, and when I was done, I pulled one of my hands back and looked down.

"I can bless your smooth progress. I've asked for it from the Grand Master in the past."

I looked at the bead. It wasn't gorgeous at all, nor was it luxurious. It was simple. He couldn't help but look up at him, smiling, "Since when did you like to play with these beads and strings? In the past, when you bought me some things, it was all about luxury goods."

Mu Huainan still spoke with that indifferent tone of love.

"If you like it, I'll buy it for you in the future."

I swung my legs and jumped off the table.

"No, I don't want anything."

He came back and held me from behind.

His breathing came in and out of my ear with a dull, shallow urgency.

"Since I'm old, I can't appreciate those luxurious things anymore."

Annoyed, I pushed his hand away from my waist and turned to stare at him. "I told you, you're not old, you're only thirty-two!"

He chuckled and came over to take my hand. "But if you don't come back, I'll be really old."

He looked at me, his eyes dark, as if he wanted to say something, but in the end he said nothing.

"Uncle Huainan." I withdrew my hand from his and asked him, "You want me to go back, so why did you force me to go back that way seven years ago?"

The question I buried in my heart never dared to ask, never dared to face the answer he gave me.

But now, there's nothing I can't face.

"An'an." Mu Huainan opened his mouth: "I didn't force you away, I was only … "I just don't want children."

"Is there any difference?" I sneered and retreated step by step. "When you said you wanted to marry me, I naively thought that having a child would make you very happy. Mu Huainan... " I stared at him. "What the hell do you think?"

He didn't approach, but looked at me from a short distance away. Mu Huainan was really old, all the evil aura that was on him all those years ago had disappeared.

Right now, he seemed to be doing something, looking at something, saying whatever he wanted, but it was all an indifferent expression, as though he didn't care about it at all. However, he seemed to be controlling everything in his hands.

He said to me: "At first, I wasn't willing to let you go, but since you've left, I thought that if you go out and calm down, I thought that Peng Haobai would take good care of you, and I didn't want to force you too much either. You can stay anywhere, any country, and be with anyone you want to, as long as you're willing …" Halfway through his sentence, he acted as if he didn't have any strength left. He placed one hand on the table beside him and gasped for breath in a low voice.

I resisted the urge to step forward and support him.

After listening to him slow down for a while, he continued, "But he treats you badly, I'm going to take you home, and I won't let him go."

My words were stuck in my throat. I could have vented all the emotions that I've been feeling for the past seven years, but seeing how hard Mu Huainan was talking to me, it seemed like I couldn't say anything.

Finally he came over and took my hand. Lifting it up, he gently placed it to his lips and smelled it.

"I know you're blaming me for hating me. My body won't be able to hold for much longer, so come home, in a few years, Lu and Mu will all be yours. And me, I'll let you do whatever you want with me as well, alright?"

I was afraid that he would call me old, but even more afraid that he would link me to death.

I was anxious to stop him from saying that, but when I was worried, I couldn't say anything. I was so anxious that I couldn't hold back my tears.

Since I was young, Mu Huainan couldn't bear my tears.

Just like this, without making any sound or sound, Mu Huainan felt my tears falling, and his eyes immediately panicked. He raised his hand to wipe my tears, and his voice sounded somewhat anxious.

"Alright, alright. What I'm afraid of the most is that you cry." He sighed, hugged me and patted my back. "It's fine if you don't want to come back. I still have a few years to wait. When you're back, I'll be at home waiting for you, okay?" He rubbed my head. "No more crying, good boy."

He inherited Mu Huainan's illness, so 99% of his illness can be cured by surgery. Then Mu Huainan …

I looked up at him tearfully.

"Can't we have surgery? There can be no lack of law and order in your illness. "

He nodded. "It can be treated, but with my body, if I enter the operation room, I probably won't be able to get out."

He looked at me and held me close.

"I can't stay here, because I'm still worried about leaving you alone in this world."