Qin Qingqing still knew.

When Qin Mu returned home, she and Mo Ziyi were waiting in the living room.

Hearing the footsteps of him entering, Qin Qingqing immediately stood up from the sofa, and Mo Ziyi beside him shouted softly, "Qingqing."

He also stood up and greeted him.

At the entrance, Qin Mu's eyes changed slightly.

Looking at Qingqing who was walking quickly, a kind smile appeared between his eyebrows, "Qingqing, why are you back so late?"

"Dad, you know it's so late, too?"

Qin Qingqing pouted her little mouth, and her delicate and fair face said with heartache, "Do you want to see my mother not going during the day? It's the third day of the night. It's so cold and you're still injured. What if you catch a cold again?"

“My health is not that bad.”

Qin Mu shook his head with a smile.

Qin Qingqing didn't think so, "Anyway, you are not allowed to go to the cemetery in the middle of the night. If you really think that my mother is very good, then ask me to go with you."

"Dad, I agree with what Kiyomi said."

A few steps away, Mo Ziyi's handsome figure stood there, elegant and gentle, with a noble temperament.

As soon as he opened his mouth, Qingqing raised her chin again, "Dad, you must promise me."

"Okay, I promise you that I will go to see you during the day in the future. Mom." Qin Mu responded helplessly.

He looked at Mo Ziyi, "Ziyi, it's very late now, Qingqing and you go back to rest."

"good."

Mo Ziyi nodded with a smile, walked over and pulled Qingqing into her arms, "Dad, you should also rest early, go home for breakfast tomorrow morning."

"I can't go to eat breakfast. Just make a call when you leave, or honk the horn at the door."

"Okay, then we'll come here to pick you up tomorrow morning."

Mo Ziyi and Qin Qingqing walked out of the villa hand in hand and walked home.

At the same time, in the main bedroom on the second floor of the Mo Family Villa.

Mo Xiuchen confessed and told Wen Ran in detail how he was injured.

He promised with a sincere and serious look, "Ranran, I promise not to hide anything from you in the future. Don't be angry with me again, okay?"

"snort."

Wen Ran glared at him unhappily.

Mo Xiuchen laughed, "Ranran, you go to the study and kneel on the keyboard for two hours before coming out."

After saying that, he really turned around and left.

"Mo Xiuchen."

Behind him, Wen Ran shouted angrily and amusedly.

Mo Xiuchen turned his head and looked at her with a smile, "Ranran, what else do you have to give?"

"You really want to kneel on the keyboard?"

"In no mood."

"Then what are you pretending, come here."

"Ranran, aren't you angry anymore?"

Mo Xiuchen returned to Wen Ran.

Wen Ran looked at his smiling eyebrows and sighed softly.

Her eyes fell on his injured arm, and she pursed her lips and reached out to stroke the sleeves of his pajamas.

This time, Mo Xiuchen did not dare to move.

Instead, he said comfortably, "Ranran, the wound will really heal immediately."

The sleeves of the pajamas were easily pulled up, and his wound was exposed to the soft crystal light and fell into Wen Ran's sight.

A layer of heartache was covered in the bottom of her gentle eyes, and her fingers touched the edge of the wound, "You still say it's a small wound for such a long wound."

"Ranran, it doesn't hurt."

"Where is Amu's injury?"

While Wen Ran felt sorry for Mo Xiuchen, he thought that Qin Mu was also injured, and his eyebrows couldn't help but frown tightly again.

"Amu's injuries are not as deep as mine. Ranran, although Amu and I were both injured, it is worth it for us to avenge An Lin. After all, I have neglected to exercise over the years, so that even Amu and I can't beat a sniper in a joint effort."

"There are people outside the heavens, not to mention that they are just eating that bowl of rice. It's normal that you can't beat him. Fortunately, you are just a little injured."

Wen Ran let go of Mo Xiuchen's arm and reached out to hug his waist.

He buried his face in his chest and said softly, "Xiuchen, I'm not angry that you were injured, but that you were injured and still hide it from me. We are all decades old, don't treat me like a child and tell me nothing."

"Okay, I will definitely change this bad habit."

Mo Xiuchen admitted his mistakes very readily.

"Have you washed it with one hand just now?"

"No, Ranran, please wash it for me."

“No washing.”

Wen Ran let him go and stood up, "I'll wash you well tomorrow."

"Yeah, okay." Mo Xiuchen agreed with a smile, "I haven't been hugging you to sleep for many days. I miss you very much. Let's go to bed first."

After he finished speaking, the ringtone of his cell phone rang.

Wen Ran chuckled, "You answer the phone first."

"It's A Jin."

"What should be wrong with my brother looking for you so late."

Mo Xiuchen smiled, pressed the answer button, lifted the quilt again, and let Wen Ran go to bed.

Wen Ran sat on the bed, and he also sat on the bed, listening to Wen Jin's voice, "Xiuchen, are you asleep?"

"You're about to go to bed, are you home?"

"Well, Amu is back too... Xiu Chen, Amu asked me a question tonight. Has he mentioned psychics to you before?"

"Psychic?"

A trace of thought flashed through Mo Xiuchen's eyes, and the sound hesitated slightly. Without Wen Jin's words, he had already guessed Qin Mu's thoughts.

"A Mu wants to find someone who communicates with the psychic?"

"Amu said, he wants to give it a try."

"Since Amu has thought of this, let's try it. He has been unable to let An Lin down in recent years. If there is really a way to let him meet An Lin, that would be great."

Mo Xiuchen said while thinking.

"I have only seen psychics on TV and novels that allow the dead to meet the living." Wen Jin said in disbelief on the other end of the phone.

Mo Xiuchen reached out and grabbed Wen Ran's hand and put it in his palm, and said lightly, "I have heard people talk about it before, whether it is true or false, since Amu has this idea, we will try it. If he doesn't try it, he will keep thinking about it."

"Okay, let's try to find people in this area. You will tell Akai and A Feng later, one person will be more effective."

"Well, I'll tell them."

After Mo Xiuchen and Wen Jin talked to each other, they saw Wen Ran frowning gently, and he smiled and reached out to smooth her forehead, "Ranran, are you worried about Amu?"

Wen Ran shook his head, "I may have thought too much. Even if Amu can't let An Lin go, he won't do anything stupid."

"If there weren't those four old men, he might have done stupid things, but now, he won't." Mo Xiuchen said very surely.

"Xiuchen, actually, what my brother told you about the psychic just now, I wanted to tell you before, but on the one hand, I felt it was too unrealistic, and on the other hand, I was afraid of disappointing Amu."

"Ranran, can you know someone with psychics?"

Mo Xiuchen looked at Wen Ran with a smile.

"I can try contacting you." Wen Ran said uncertainly.

Mo Xiuchen put down his cell phone and pulled her to lie on the bed, "Don't tell Amu before contacting someone."
Chapter completed!