After the rebirth became popular in the entertainment circle, the scumbags regretted it

Chapter 640 This past, is there you?
He Mu ignored Zhou Yunzhi's face so dark that he could drip water, and continued with a slight mockery:

"I think Dedai has already stepped out of the past and is creating her brand new future. I know her well, and I believe that no matter who asks her, the answer she will give will be—the future is more important. So, what is the past that is soul-stirring? , or is it not worth mentioning?"

After a pause for a few seconds, Zhou Yunzhi pursed his lips and wanted to say something.

He Mu interrupted him again:
"Of course, maybe many years from now, when Dai Dai and I grow old, we will tell others these interesting stories to pass the time."

The latter sentence finally angered Zhou Yunzhi.

Outside the window, thunder and lightning and the sound of rain roared, and the sky seemed to be splitting open.

Inside the room, Zhou Yunzhi was extremely angry, but slowly revealed a meaningful smile.

"Is that so? An insignificant past? To pass the time?"

Zhou Yunzhi scoffed lightly,
"Na He Mu, do you want to know, is there you in this past...?"

bang.

A loud thunder exploded.

The light of lightning passed through the corner of the blackout curtain that He Mu opened, and landed on Zhou Yunzhi's face, making his face pale and strange.

Just like the surprise and shock that his words brought to He Mu.

"What do you mean by that?"

There are other untold stories behind Twilight Intuition.

But Zhou Yunzhi was unwilling to say a word.

And if he doesn't tell, there will be no second person in this world who will know the whole truth.

In this regard, He Mu was silent.

He stood quietly, facing Zhou Yunzhi.

The rift between the two who were once friends is so clear that it is irreparable.

Finally...it was no longer possible to be friends.

At this moment, He Mu spoke:

"I originally thought that I could have a good communication with you this time, but now it seems that I'm afraid it won't work."

Zhou Yunzhi's face was expressionless, and he didn't respond at all to what He Mu said.

He Mu didn't intend to stay here any longer, so he walked out.

Zhou Yunzhi glanced at his back.

Out of the last meager friendship, Zhou Yunzhi said:
"It's raining heavily outside, you can wait before leaving. If you don't want to, there is an umbrella at the door."

"Need not."

He Mu refused neatly and simply.

He is not a hypocritical person. He opened the door and strode into the rain without drinking half a cup of tea.

Seeing his back disappear completely, Zhou Yunzhi seemed to be pulled away from all his strength, and sat on the ground powerlessly.

Holding his torn head, he was speechless for a long time.

As for He Mu, when he strode through the rain curtain and returned to the car parked outside Zhou Yunzhi's small courtyard, he stunned the driver with his drenched appearance.

The well-trained driver, who was a special soldier, never changed his face, but now his eyes were straight.

"First, sir!"

The driver hastily turned around and took out a clean towel, and couldn't help but say something more,
"Why don't you call and let me pick you up?"

"forget."

Talked lightly to Mu, took the towel and wiped it casually twice.

Then he took off his coat, threw it aside casually, and ignored it.

He leaned back on the soft chair back, relaxed his body muscles, and stared out of the window in a daze.

In fact, He Mu, who was drenched by the rain, didn't look embarrassed, on the contrary, because of his messy forehead, he was unruly and unrestrained, which made him look more handsome.

It's just that in the eyes of the driver who has been with him for many years, Mr. He's state at this time is very wrong. There is a contradiction between peace and rage. The strong air pressure is like a top predator locking its prey, making the atmosphere in the car dignified. It was so breathless that even the driver could only stiffen his back on the seat.

Until, the phone that He Mu threw aside vibrated.

The driver glanced back quietly, as if he had found a treasure:
"Sir! It's Miss Ming!"

Everyone who works around He Mu knows that Miss Ming Dai is Mr. He's emotional controller!

As long as Ms. Ming is here, Mr. He will have sunny days forever!
Thank you Miss Ming!
"What's the noise?"

He Mudan reprimanded, but his tone was obviously much softer than before, and his state was much better.

Obviously unable to see the screen through the phone, He Mu still raised his hand to straighten his hair before picking up the phone to connect:
"Dede."

The voice sounded as good as ever.

Sure enough, Ming Dai didn't notice anything unusual, and asked him briskly:

"Have you reached your destination?"

He Mu gently bent his lips: "Why did you suddenly think of calling me? Isn't it time for class?"

He Mu knows Ming Dai's class schedule like the back of his hand.

Ming Dai: "It's time for a break, it's okay to make a phone call. But you... Oh yes, it's raining heavily in Yanjing right now. Where's your side? How's the weather? Is it raining too?"

He Mu took a look: "Well, it's also a thunderstorm."

"Sure enough!" Although Ming Dai didn't know He Mu's specific destination, she still told him earnestly, "Remember to pay attention to safety on the road, don't drive too fast!"

Kazuku was so good that even his cold shirt seemed to warm up.

"Thank you. But..." He Mu smiled more and more, "I'm planning to go back now. Calculate the time, and I can just catch up with you after school."

"Are you coming to pick me up?" Mingdai cheered reflexively, but after thinking about it quickly, she felt wrong, "According to the time, you either didn't arrive at this time or you just arrived, right? How could it be so fast? Have you found someone?" ?”

Ming Dai still remembers telling Mu that he is looking for someone.

He Mu: "I found it. But there is nothing to talk about, just say a few words and leave."

Ming Dai murmured, "Who the hell is that? You still keep secret to me."

He Mu said, "I'll tell you when I get back."

"Really?"

"of course it's true."

"That's good! I'll wait for you to come back and pick me up!"

After Ming Dai finished speaking, because the teacher came back, she hung up the phone in a hurry and asked He Mu to return to Yanjing to contact again.

The driver observed Hemu's expression from the rearview mirror: "Sir, are you leaving now?"

He Mu's expression returned to calm: "Let's go."

The car drove out in the rain.

Because of the rain, He Mu told the driver not to drive too fast.

So before He Mu's car arrived at Ming Dai's school, about ten minutes had passed since the end of Ming Dai's last class.

Ming Dai found an empty classroom to read to pass the time, answered the phone call with Mu, and came out happily.

The rain didn't stop.

Fortunately, Ming Dai has an umbrella, which she bought in the school shop.

Just when Ming Dai was about to open her umbrella and run out of the teaching building, she saw He Mu's figure appearing in front of her eyes——

He holds a black umbrella in his muscular hand, and his shirt has already dried out on the road, although it is a little wrinkled, but in him, he can only feel that it is free and casual, and it is a different style.

The main reason is that Hemu's temperament is as strong as mellow old wine, and it is the only scenery among the young college students who come and go.

It's no wonder that there are countless lines of sight around here secretly looking at him, guessing who he is waiting for.

result.

Ming Dai came out.

The eyes of the two met.

(End of this chapter)