"Mu Xi?"

Zhuo Pu repeated it softly, his eyes a little strange for some reason. He seemed to have suddenly thought of something, and pulled down the sun visor on the car, and the mirror embedded inside reflected his own face.

Zhuo Pu's skin is extremely white, which is perhaps a common problem for all artists who always work indoors. But what is different from others is that his indifference, which seems to be isolated from the world, always makes people feel curious.

Just under the tight buttons, under the abstinent and cold skin, I untied them all, what is hidden inside?

Now, Zhuo Pu reconciled himself with the victims and suddenly pursed his lips.

They all look like him.

Before this, he had never even thought about this angle - but now, the inexplicable parts that emerged in detail were all as clear as lines on the palms.

He stepped on the brakes suddenly. Kou Qiu caught him off guard and looked up at him.

"Mu Xi?" He asked again, "That Mu Xi from Sihai Group?"

"Which Mu Xi?" Hua Peacock in the back seat leaned over her head suspiciously and suddenly remembered, "Oh! You are talking about that--"

Kouqiu asked strangely: "What?"

"That pervert," Hua Peacock pursed her mouth and shrugged, "It's like a piece of candy that can't be shaken off, and it's disgusting to think about it."

Kou Qiu vaguely heard something else from his words. He slowly turned his gaze back to Teacher Zhuo who was sitting in the driver's seat. The thoughts in his mind were like broken lines, and finally, at this moment, they were completely connected together and returned to their original appearance.

"You!" Old Cadre Kou said in shock, "You are that white moonlight?!"

The man looked at him in a daze, and then frowned after a while and asked, "What white moonlight?"

Bai Yueguang and Bai Yueguang's substitute both looked at each other and fell into silence.

...Wow.

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Mu Xi had a white moonlight, which Kou Qiu knew when he came in. This white moonlight looked like a vague shadow. Although it had never appeared, it appeared in people's minds all the time. Meng Jiao only heard from the employees of Sihai Group that he was also a painter, but unfortunately he went abroad a few years ago and didn't know what he was doing now.

A person around you can never compare to a person you have never obtained. Although Meng Jiao is innocent and enthusiastic, with the artist's unique enthusiasm for love, he is extremely clear about this.

But now, Kou Qiu looked at Teacher Zhuo in front of him and felt a little sympathy from the bottom of his heart.

Did he know that his White Moonlight and White Moonlight's substitute were about to get together?

The system said: [Wow, that must be a tragedy in life.]

Not only did the tires disappear, but even the tied spare tires disappeared...

It could almost imagine the expression of Zha Gong's doubts when he saw the scene of the two of them together.

It must be very exciting!

Teacher Zhuo restarted the vehicle and asked: "How did you know him?"

Kou Qiu explained: "When I was in high school, he gave me a scholarship."

The flower peacock said quietly behind him: "I don't want to know at all, but this is gone?"

Shadow also leaned over from the seat and said lazily: "Student Meng, be honest in life."

Kou Qiu: "..."

Honest.

He carefully looked at the face of the man beside him, and saw that the emotions in his eyes were visible darkening with the naked eye. Then he looked at the gloating eyes of the two shadows, and struggled a little.

"Say it!" Shadow urged him, "Didn't you buy him a watch!"

The system yelled and said: [This is going to be a turnaround.]

Kou Qiu:【......】

[But it's all about turning it through early and late,] The system said, [You might as well say it now, otherwise wouldn't it be even more embarrassing to wait for the bastard to expose this matter in person?]

It's suffocating to think about it.

What he said is indeed reasonable. Old Cadre Kou had to bite the bullet and guiltily did not dare to look at the man beside him, admitting: "I do have a little bit of feelings for him that goes beyond revolutionary friendship..."

Teacher Zhuo stepped on the brakes suddenly, and the tires made a numb and rumbled on the asphalt ground, and stopped on the side of the road. His face was also pale, and his hands tightly grasped the steering wheel, and a few blue veins faintly burst out from the back of his hand. After a long time, he slowly said: "What's there?"

"But that's all the past!" Kou Qiu quickly cleared his relationship, "I was young at that time, and only he would give me scholarships and pick me up to and from school... But now I'm grown up and I don't like this anymore!"

The Peacock was so happy at this moment that she leaned her head and asked, "What kind of thing do you like?"

Kou Qiu quickly said, "I just like Teacher Zhuo!"

Always like it!

The man's hands spasmed and shivered violently. Then he took out a cigarette from his pocket, lit it and stuffed it into his mouth, and stopped talking.

The bright red spark was jumping, and Kou Qiu's heart seemed to be burned into a hole.

There was silence in the car.

"I was still young at that time..." Half a day later, Kou Qiu tried hard to comfort him, "I don't understand what love is, and I mistakenly thought that my admiration at that time was love. In fact, thinking about it now, it's just dependence..."

"It's very hard," the man suddenly interrupted him without thinking, and his eyes slowly turned around and looked at him, "At that time?"

Kou Qiu was stunned.

"It can only be relied on scholarships," Teacher Zhuo's voice trembled in a suppressed manner, "It's very hard, right?"

Hard?

Kou Qiu was stunned for a moment, then turned his face sideways.

"Actually, there is no hard work," he said softly, as if to men or to himself, "Learn to have no expectations for anything, and then there will be no disappointment."

Zhuo Pu didn't speak, and after a long time he reached out and slowly touched his face.

"Not going on in the future." The man's fingers were still trembling, but with a strange heat, the small piece of skin that burned heated, as if a high fever, which made Kou Qiu's mind turn into paste.

"Not going forward."

Their eyes looked at each other for a long time.

In such a hot atmosphere, a clear sound of the packaging bag rupture suddenly sounded in the back seat. The two masters were stunned, then turned around suddenly and saw the shadow dismantling the bag of melon seeds and handing it to the flower peacock, and they were still complaining: "Why are you so cute that you can't even remove a bag of melon seeds?"

Hua Peacock said with confidence: "It's just a pampering thing! What's wrong?"

He stuffed the melon seeds into his mouth and turned his head with relish again. Then he realized that the two main masters who were still in deep emotions had stopped and were looking at him. The flower peacock widened his eyes and looked at them innocently.

"Continue to say love words!" he urged, "Why don't you say it?"

Two main owners: "......"

"I haven't enjoyed watching it yet," said Hua Peacock, stuffing a few more in it, "This is much better than an idol drama."

The shadow sneered and stretched his legs lazily: "You still look at that thing? Interesting? A little crybag."

Hua Peacock immediately became angry and accused: "You discriminate against idol dramas!"

"Discrimination against a ghost," said Shadow, "don't put a hat on it."

"Then say, you say!" The young man was still resolutely, and his bright red nails almost poked his face, "What do you mean by saying this?"

"I'm not discriminating against idol dramas," Shadow slowly raised her head and looked at him, "It's your IQ, I'm afraid you won't understand it, little fool."

The peace of dismantling melon seeds only lasted for a few seconds, and the back row started a new round of tune-play and being tuned-play. Old Cadre Kou glanced at the two hot shadows, twitched the corners of his mouth, and finally turned around.

"It's too late today," he said tentatively, "Then let's go home first?"

This character of home strangely soothes the man's tense nerves, relaxes his expression a little, and the corners of his lips slowly rise up. He tidied up his cuffs and said lightly: "Yes."

go home.

After arriving at home, Zhuo Pu first explained the news he received today to the Special Group Supervision Department and provided them with new ideas about Mu Xi. The people from the Supervision Department started to act almost immediately, intending to sneak into Mu Xi's home during the day the next day to see if the furniture in his home had opened its spiritual orifices.

"But if this is true," the fat man hesitated on the other end of the phone, "then, that empty head..."

"That's right," Zhuo Pu said calmly, "is waiting for me."

The short and fat man shivered and shouted, "Don't say such a terrifying thing casually!"

"But he can't touch me," Zhuo Pu said lightly, "when the shadow approaches, I will find it."

The short and fat man nodded and said, "That's right."

Zhuo Pu's ability has long been proven. Although his monitoring range is not very wide, it can only be maintained within a few dozen meters, but it is enough to ensure his own safety.

He will never be attacked without any warning.

"So, the head may not be you," said the fat man, "and you just returned to China, and the case began a few months ago. He may look for the next person to replace you..."

Zhuo Pu listened quietly.

"This person must look very similar to you. He is also a painter. It is best not to be good at fighting and is easier to start," the person from the Supervision Department listed all the conditions one by one, and finally took a breath. Suddenly, he seemed to remember something, and his scalp exploded, "That Xiao Meng!"

Isn't it the perfect candidate to act as the head!

Zhuo Pu was not surprised at all, but said lightly: "Yes."

"You've thought of it long ago?" said the short and fat man in surprise.

Zhuo Pu closed his eyes and then said, "Captain Wang, I know Mu Xi better than everyone here. He is paranoid and pursues perfection. If he really starts to do something, it is impossible not to prepare all the parts. - Chacha Scholarship."
To be continued...