I don't deserve your love

"Did you hear what she said just now?"

"Well, getting a girl when you are old, it may be a disaster from heaven, or so." Stop the loss in time

Mu Handong said.

"Are you planning to handle it for me?"

Mu Jianye looked at his son for a while and asked.

"nature."

Mu Handong nodded.

"Okay, then you can do it, the simpler the better, the most important thing is to ask questions."

Mu Jianye was suddenly relieved that this kid finally knew the reputation of the Mu family.

"Can I still not know this?"

After Mu Handong finished speaking, he got up and went out.

When Mu Handong drove out, he called Ouyang Ping's phone number, and made an appointment at a nearby coffee shop.

In fact, he wanted to find Zhuo Jian, but with his current position, he weighed it up and found Ouyang Ping.

Ouyang Ping ran out from the work unit to meet him, sat down and couldn't help but looked at him with a smile, and warned softly: "You better have something important, my time is very precious."

Mu Handong poured tea for her himself, "I know that Lawyer Ouyang's time is precious, so I didn't dare to delay it. I just opened the skylight and told the truth. I came here for the woman who looks exactly like Lin Ruxiang."

Ouyang Ping was very interested in this topic, but she only showed it on the surface, "Continue talking."

"A few months ago, this girl came to our house suddenly, saying that she was my father's illegitimate daughter, and she took out her own DNA test results, and said exactly where my father had spent the night with her mother. Of course, that was Almost 30 years ago."

"..."

"My father was shocked, but he is probably old and likes to show kindness. Until recently, she always wanted to target Zhuo Jian. After Uncle Fu went to him again, he finally figured it out. I came here today for this matter. Knowing that you are running a public relations company in private, I hope you can use the simplest words to separate my father from her."

Mu Handong explained the cause and effect of the incident.

After hearing what he said, Ouyang Ping couldn't help but look at him more: "President Xiao Mu seems to be much more stable now."

"You're already in your thirties, can you still be unsteady? I hope you can convey my thoughts to Young Master Ye and his wife. Our Mu family has nothing to do with this girl."

"Really not?"

"You know that many things in this world can be faked, otherwise Lin Ruxiang's fake illness would not have been discovered by anyone, so I conclude that this girl has no blood relationship with my father."

Mu Handong confessed to her seriously.

Ouyang Ping didn't think he was lying, and that woman did not look like Mu Jianye at all, but before she left, she couldn't help asking: "Then does she have another name?"

"No, as soon as he appeared, he said that his name was Ruxiang, and he didn't even have a last name."

Mu Handong returned her.

Ouyang Ping did not believe that a person would not have a surname, even if she was an orphan, someone would give her one, that is to say, that woman was lying.

After chatting with him, Ouyang Ping thought about it for a while, then went to the court again, and didn't call Zhuo Jian until the sun was about to set.

Zhuo Jian was unwell from drinking last night and lay at home for a whole day, only getting up after receiving a call from Ouyang Ping.

"What do you think about this?"

"We write the PR draft. As for Mu Handong's words, it doesn't really matter whether you believe it or not."

Zhuo Jian said seriously.

"That's fine, anyway, as long as you know about it, I will write this manuscript."

After Ouyang Ping finished speaking, she hung up the phone.

But soon, there was an interview video of Ruxiang on the Internet. Ruxiang burst into tears in front of the camera: "What did I do wrong for her to treat me like this? Is it because I have a face similar to Mr. Fu's Bai Yueguang? First, they threw red paint to threaten me, cut off my show, and even asked someone... Please help me seek justice."

The sky gradually darkened.

Zhuo Jian went downstairs and sat in the living room, after watching Ruxiang's interview video.

Ruxiang put everything on her head.

She put down her phone, took a sip of tea, then stared ahead and began to fall into long-term thinking.

Since this woman is not Lin Ruxiang, why are you targeting her everywhere?

Looking at her face, it's obviously not too big, or is it because the doctor's plastic surgery skills are so superb that no trace can be seen?

Could it be an old acquaintance?

Zhuo Jian carefully recalled the women she met in the past few years when she returned to China, but she really couldn't think of anyone who was worthy of her, even if she had plastic surgery, she would come to provoke her, no, or that person didn't just want to provoke her?

The day suddenly came to her mind.

That Lin Ruxiang in a wheelchair.

Lin Ruxiang who said he lost his memory.

Is that person Lin Ruxiang, or today's Ruxiang?

Thinking about it, her pretty brows frowned.

She couldn't figure it out, the relationship between Lin Ruxiang and their husband and wife was so down, what made that woman appear as Lin Ruxiang?

"Mummy?"

Chengcheng came back from the outside and ran to lie on her lap.

"Baby mommy misses you so much."

Zhuo Jian held his small face and kissed him hard first.

"Mommy, Chengcheng also misses Mommy."

The little baby who slept at grandma's house last night misses Mommy very much.

Zhuo Jian was moved and touched his head.

"Young Madam, put the stewed vegetables I brought back from the old house in the kitchen first."

Followed Chengcheng's aunt.

"it is good."

Zhuo Jian agreed, then looked at her son again, a thought flashed through her mind, and she called him gently, "Baby."

Chengcheng looked up at her curiously, "Mommy, what's the matter?"

"What would you do if someone framed you for pushing him down?"

"beat him."

Chengcheng lifted her little feet back, and after thinking for a few seconds, she immediately gave a two-word answer.

"Why do you still like to fight?"

Zhuo Jian frowned.

Cheng Cheng seemed to realize that she had said something wrong, and immediately lowered her head.

Until the door rang again, he quickly escaped from Zhuo Jian's lap, and ran to find the person who just came back, "Daddy."

"Call Dad."

"Dad, Mom is angry."

Chengcheng immediately obediently called Dabi, then raised her hands to hug him and told him.

Fu Yanye glanced inside, and worriedly carried his son to the living room to find her.

"Head still hurts?"

Fu Yanye stood in front of her, holding his son in one hand, and touching her forehead with the other, for fear that she would have a fever.

"It's much better, but you came back early."

Zhuo Jian took his hand away from her forehead and looked up at him.

It was still the suit he wore when he went out in the morning, but it was still neat and tidy, and when he suddenly remembered that he had a cleanliness habit, everything made sense.

"Son said you were angry? What's going on?"

Fu Yanye sat down beside her, staring straight at her with black eyes and asked.

"He said that if he was framed, he would beat him up. It was so violent."

Zhuo Jian explained.

Fu Yanye looked down at his son, "It's wrong to fight, it's better to use legal means."

"Oh."

Chengcheng agreed, and suddenly missed grandma.

"But why are you talking about that all of a sudden?"

Fu Yanye looked at Zhuo Jian curiously again.

"Baby, go upstairs and have a look. A new book is delivered today. It's in your bedroom."

Zhuo Jian didn't want to talk too much about complicated things between adults in front of Cheng Cheng.

"Really? I'm going to read."

As soon as Cheng Cheng heard that there was a new book to read, his eyes immediately lit up, and he turned around and followed his aunt upstairs to take him.

Fu Yanye looked at her in a blink of an eye and asked, "Tell me, what's going on?"

"The trending search that just came out."

Zhuo Jian turned on her mobile phone, found the video and sent it to him.

Fu Yanye glanced at her. Ruxiang's words "Bai Yueguang" made him frown, then he turned off his phone and looked up at her.