Mu Ziyu likes Liu Jun so much that she can even give up everything for him!
But who knew that Mu Qingli would change in the middle!
Although Mu Ziyu didn't want to admit it, Mu Qingli was indeed prettier than her and had a better figure than her...
"Oh," Mu Qingli raised her eyebrows slightly, "So you like Liu Jun."
"Yes!" Mu Ziyu straightened her chest, "I just like him! Mu Qingli, I warn you! Next time I see you seducing Liu Jun, I will make you pay for it! I tell you, for the person I like, for my love, I can do anything! Don't force me!"
When she said the last sentence, Mu Ziyu's eyes showed a sinister and determined look.
The power of a woman in love is infinite.
Mu Qingli just looked at Mu Luzhu and said in a light tone:
"Since you like Liu Jun so much, why not let Mu Luzhu help you? You can say a hundred harsh words in front of me, but it is not as effective as Mu Luzhu saying one word in front of Liu Jun."
At this point, she paused and continued:
"To be honest... I really look down on Liu Jun, but... your good fourth sister insisted on designing him to get close to me, and I had no choice but to play with him."
"What do you mean by this?" Mu Ziyu narrowed her eyes.
What does this have to do with Mu Luzhu?
Mu Qingli suddenly laughed, "Why? Don't you know that Liu Jun and Mu Luzhu are good friends? No wonder Mu Luzhu would rather push Liu Jun to my side than help your own sister. I really thought you were close sisters, but it turns out that it's just a plastic sisterhood..." At
this point, Mu Qingli raised a sarcastic arc at the corner of her mouth.
Mu Ziyu's expression became more and more ugly, and her lips trembled, "You are talking nonsense! You want to sow discord between you and my fourth sister!"
Mu Qingli laughed instead of getting angry, and then said: "Do you know where I went just now?"
"What does where you went have to do with me?" Mu
Ziyu turned her head away. Mu Qingli smiled, "I went to deliver a drawing board to Mu Luzhu. Mu Luzhu asked me to deliver it, but it is worth mentioning that there was no driver at home to take me. Then I met your sweetheart Liu Jun in Mu Luzhu's villa. You saw what happened next on the balcony. Liu Jun personally sent me back. We had a great chat along the way. What happened in the middle? You are so smart, can't you guess it?" Although
Mu Qingli's tone was light, the amount of information contained was very large, making Mu Ziyu's face paler and paler, almost unable to stand, and her heart ached badly.
"Liar! You are lying to me! My fourth sister would never treat me like that!"
In this family, Mu Luzhu, the fourth sister, treated her the best, cared for her, and gave her warmth. She believed that her fourth sister would never treat her like that!
"Whether I'm a liar or not, you know it very well in your heart." Mu Qingli walked forward a few steps, just looking at Mu Ziyu, her eyes shining, "Oh, by the way... I also saw that Liu Jun had a photo of Mu Luzhu and him in his mobile phone. You have liked Liu Jun for so long, doesn't Mu Luzhu know anything about it?"
The last sentence was like a huge rock, smashing Mu Ziyu's heart and bleeds, and also smashed her last persistence.
"You lied to me! Lied to me!" Mu Ziyu hugged her head in pain, stepped back several steps, her back against the cold wall, slowly slid down, tears streaming down her face.
Mu Qingli slightly curled her lips, ignored her, and walked upstairs calmly.
Mu Ziyu sat on the ground, crying with her head down. After a long while, she sorted out her emotions, stood up from the ground, and walked out the door like nothing happened.
"Ziyu, where are you going?" Li Qingxiang passed by her and asked with concern.
Mu Ziyu walked away without looking back, as if she didn't hear what Li Qingxiang said, as if the usual motherly love and daughter's filial piety was just a joke.
"An ungrateful wolf!" Li Qingxiang cursed secretly, but on the surface, she still had a smiling look. Mu
Qingli stood on the third floor, holding the carved railing, overlooking the downstairs, with a beautiful arc on the corner of her mouth.
Good show.
Not far from the stage.
**
The other side.
The Fu family.
The atmosphere in the living room was very good. Mu Luzhu was very sweet and knew how to please the elderly. Mrs. Fu's smile almost never stopped. Mr. Fu
sat next to her and rarely interrupted.
Just then, an old man trotted in from the door. He had a white towel hanging around his neck, a white vest that was very common in the 1970s and 1980s on his upper body, a pair of large military green shorts on his lower body, and a pair of very simple cloth shoes on his feet.
But he was just an ordinary servant, Mu Luzhu didn't care, and continued to chat and laugh with Mrs. Fu.
Unexpectedly, Mrs. Fu stood up immediately, "Dad, you're back!" Then she looked at Mu Luzhu and said, "Dad, let me introduce you, this is Xianren." After she
finished speaking, she turned to Mu Luzhu and said, "Luzhu, my dad is a loyal fan of yours. He has collected several of your works at home."
Compared with the noble Mrs. Fu, Ye Changzheng looked like an old man who had just come from the countryside.
Mu Luzhu was stunned for a moment, but quickly reacted and said politely, "Hello, Mr. Ye."
"Hello." Mr. Ye nodded, looking at Mu Luzhu, his eyes were not cloudy, "Are you the author of "Landscape and Pastoral"? "Landscape
and Pastoral" is Mu Luzhu's famous work.
Mu Luzhu's expression was very calm, and she said slowly: "Since I am an idle person, I will deal with this life. I should not change, and I will worry a little bit. Mr. Ye, thank you for your kindness, I am an idle person." Mr.
Ye smiled, but there was no excitement in his eyes when he saw his idol. He just said: "I have been watching your paintings for so long, and this time I finally see the real person. It's a pleasure to meet you."
Mrs. Fu struck while the iron was hot, "Luzhu, in fact, my father often paints by himself. It happens that you are here today, why don't you give him some pointers."
Mu Luzhu said modestly: "I don't deserve the pointers. Luzhu is still young, and it is also lucky to be recognized by the predecessors in the Chinese painting world. How dare I show off my skills in front of Mr. Ye."
Hearing this, Mrs. Fu nodded repeatedly on the side, and her eyes were full of satisfaction.
Modest. Not arrogant
or impatient.
There are not many young people like Mu Luzhu who are both talented and low-key.
Mr. Ye looked at Mu Luzhu and said with a smile: "Young people can still be proud when they should be proud. You are indeed very talented in painting. Many masters are not even one tenth as good as you. There is no need to be blindly modest."
Mu Luzhu kept smiling and said nothing.
Mr. Ye continued: "Since I came into contact with Xianren's works three years ago, I have felt that I met him too late and it is difficult to find a soulmate. I wonder if I can have the honor of seeing you paint live today? It will also allow an old man like me to learn from you..."