Zeng Guangzhao closed the door again and turned to look at his second brother-in-law.
"I want to know everything that happened after Imu woke up."
He spoke in a commanding tone, and the second brother-in-law, looking displeased, lit a cigarette.
"Sir, if you ask about military matters, I will answer to the best of my knowledge, but I cannot disclose family matters."
Zeng Guangzhao was silent for a few seconds, then asked, "How is he now? How is his recovery going?"
My brother-in-law shook his head, thinking about how lively Yi Mu was, leaving early and returning late every day.
"His recovery is so-so. He's quiet and reserved all day and doesn't go out much."
Zeng Guangzhao clenched his fists, smelling the cigarette smoke, and felt a loss of taste in his mouth.
He took out a cigarette and lit it. The thought that Yi Mu was in this house but he couldn't go see him made him so anxious that he was practically scratching his head.
"It's too late, I'll stay the night."
Second brother-in-law: "I'm afraid it's not very convenient."
Zeng Guangzhao smiled at him: "You must make it convenient for me."
My second sister's husband's official position is not as high as Zeng Guangzhao's, so we can't drive him away.
The servants prepared a guest room, which was a long way from Yi Mu's room.
Zeng Guangzhao lay on the bed, staring at the ceiling, his heart filled with turmoil.
Since learning that Yi Mu had woken up, he had mentally calculated the possibility of him meeting Yi Mu again more than a dozen times.
Imu must hate him to death now.
He was such a pain-averse person, yet he was locked in a room and tortured for a whole day and night, all because he was implicated in this.
Zeng Guangzhao needs to find a way to properly compensate Yi Mu.
Unable to fall asleep, he got out of bed, put on his clothes, and went downstairs to the living room to smoke.
In the middle of the night, Yi Mu was woken up by his stomach upset.
The steak at that Western restaurant was so well-made, only rare, with chunks of meat mixed with blood, it was practically indistinguishable from raw meat.
To make it look like a proper meal, Yi Mu only ate a few pieces, but after lying in bed for five years, his digestive system had weakened and his stomach couldn't take it anymore and threw a tantrum.
He went to the toilet three times, but his body just couldn't take it anymore.
Unwilling to wake her older siblings, she dressed herself and went downstairs to go to the hospital to get some medicine.
As he walked down the stairs, he found someone sitting in the living room, surrounded by smoke.
In the dead of night, there was someone sitting in your own living room. The scene was unsettling no matter how you looked at it.
Yi Mu casually picked up the fruit plate from the dining table and tiptoed towards the sofa.
Zeng Guangzhao knew someone was coming down the stairs when he heard footsteps coming from the top of the stairs.
He sat down for a while, feeling a little tired, so he didn't turn around to see who it was.
Until the footsteps deliberately slowed down, gradually approaching him.
The alertness cultivated in the army rose within Zeng Guangzhao, and he calmly drew his gun from behind his waist.
The man suddenly stopped. Zeng Guangzhao turned around, pressed the gun against the man's forehead, and pulled the trigger.
When their eyes met, Zeng Guangzhao was stunned.
Just five minutes ago, he was imagining the scenarios in which he would meet Yi Mu.
No matter how hard he racked his brains, he never expected that the two of them would meet under these circumstances.
Zeng Guangzhao looked at Yi Mu's face, which was exactly the same as before, and slowly withdrew his hand, his heart skipping a beat.
His throat tightened, and he cherished every word he was about to say.
Are you alright? That's a bit too distant.
Did you miss me? Yi Mu would definitely slap him.
I'm late, so this will do.
Zeng Guangzhao had prepared his speech, a slight smile playing on his lips, and he opened his mouth.
Then, he heard the person he had cherished in his heart for five years, the person he had thought about for five years, coldly ask him: "Who are you? What are you doing here?"
The smile that hadn't yet appeared was frozen at the corner of her mouth.
Zeng Guangzhao was taken aback. He touched his face, chuckled dryly, and reached out to take Yi Mu's hand.
"Although I am three years older than you, surely I haven't aged so much in just five years that I wouldn't recognize you?"
Yi Mu nimbly took a step back, frowning: "If you don't tell me who you are, I'll call the police."
Zeng Guangzhao could no longer laugh.
He stared at Yimu's wary face and realized that he seemed to have overlooked something very important.
Is it possible that the person he cherishes so much might not recognize him after being asleep for five years?
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