Wen Ran did not insist anymore, took Qin Mu's coat and put it on, continued walking forward, and when he reached two-thirds of the steps, he turned right, passed through the tombstones, and came to her parents' tombstones.

Qin Mu stopped a few steps away, looked at her side, and looked below.

Wen Ran made the sweet and sour pork ribs from the lunch box, placed them carefully in front of the tombstone, suppressing the layers of sadness that surged in his heart, and pretended to be brisk: "Dad, Mom, see what I have brought to you?"

She knelt in front of the tombstone, just looking straight at her parents with a loving smile on the tombstone. This feeling was like sitting at home chatting.

"Dad, mom, this is my own sweet and sour pork ribs. Do you think it's a surprise? In the past, my mother cooked at home. Occasionally, my father and brother helped me, but I never had the opportunity to show my strength. Today, I realized that I was still a genius in the cooking industry!"

"I tell you, I only learned to make these sweet and sour pork ribs after only two hours... I decided to learn to cook one dish every day in the future and learn all the dishes you love. Mom and Dad, you must bless your brother to wake up early..."

Wen Ran's soft words blew into Qin Mu's ears a few steps away with the night wind. A trace of surprise flashed in his dark eyes, and he turned to look at her.

The night was too dark, and the woman kneeling in front of the tombstone could not be seen clearly. She was just a slender and vague figure, but he felt the suppressed sadness and sadness in her brisk words.

His eyes swept over the sweet and sour pork ribs in front of her. When he smelled it, it should have tasted good. He really didn't expect it to be made by her own. The result of Mo Xiuchen asking him to investigate her was simply a delicate woman who was spoiled by her family as a pearl in her palm, and she was not touched by her ten fingers.

However, he had to admit that the feeling she gave him now was different from the beginning.

Although Wen's normal operation cannot be separated from Mo Xiuchen's help, if Wen Ran does not have the ability, it will not work. Last time Zhou Mingfu instigated his subordinates to take leave collectively, she knew how to "use the help" ms to suppress Zhou Mingfu, which proves that she is indeed smart.

This afternoon he attended the high-level meeting she held. At the meeting, she was smart and skillful in her professional suit, and the temperament she exuded all over her made her look noble and cold...

However, at this moment, Wen Ran gave him a sense of fragility as if he was pretending to be strong. He endured the sadness and forced a smile. He stared at him for a moment, frowned slightly, shifted his gaze, and looked elsewhere.

Wen Ran said something to her parents for about ten minutes, told them about her, her brother, and the company, and said that she would come to visit them with her brother next time.

When she got up, her legs that had been kneeling were a little numb, and she staggered for a moment, and quickly reached out to hold the tombstone. A few steps away, Qin Mu's eyes changed, and her tall figure stood there, but she didn't move forward.

When Wen Ran approached him, he saw her eyes flushed a little, and couldn't help asking: "Are you okay?"

She shook her head, pulled the corner of her mouth far-fetchedly and said, "It's okay, I'm sorry to have you waited for so long."

***

On the way back, Qin Mu drove the car intently, Wen Ran's body slightly sideways, his eyes quietly looking out the window, not knowing what he was thinking.

When she was almost home, she calmed down and turned to Qin Mu, "I learned how to cook, don't tell Mo Xiuchen."

The cemetery was so quiet just now, she believed that Qin Mu must have heard some of her words.

Qin Mu is a smart person. After she said this, he immediately understood what she meant. He said "um" in his mouth, but he didn't think Wen Ran could hide it from Mo Xiuchen.

Mo Xiuchen was as careful as dust and had a very keen sense of smell. She stayed in Li Qian’s kitchen all night, and even though she had just visited the cemetery, she still had a certain smell on her body.

He really guessed it right.

As soon as Wen Ran returned home, Mo Xiuchen smelled the 'special smell' on her body. A glimmer flashed deep in her eyes and asked gently: "Have you had dinner? Do you want Mama Zhang to make something for you?"

Wen Ran smiled at him and said that he had eaten it.

"How could I meet Qin Mu?"

Mo Xiuchen made a gesture to her to go upstairs, and the two went upstairs together, and he asked casually.

"I met Sister Li's house and he sent Sister Li's husband home."

Wen Ran paused for a moment, turned to look at Mo Xiuchen, and explained: "When you called in the afternoon, Sister Li and I had just come out of the supermarket and met Mo Zixuan."

She remembered that when Mo Zixuan called her, the phone call had not hanged up, but in just two seconds, she looked at the phone screen and ended the call.

Although there was nothing between her and Mo Zixuan, she still didn't want Mo Xiuchen to misunderstand. After thinking about it, she thought it would be better to tell him.

A slight surprise flashed in Mo Xiuchen's eyes. He obviously did not expect her to mention the matter on his own initiative. He did hear Mo Zixuan's voice before hanging up the phone.

It was not accidental that Qin Mu appeared at Li Qian's house...

Seeing him looking at him, Wen Ran thought he didn't believe it, so he pursed his lips. Just as he was about to explain, Mo Xiuchen curled his lips and smiled, and said indifferently: "I believe there will be nothing between you and Mo Zixuan. Even if you meet him, you don't have to report to me."

A relieved smile appeared between Wen Ran's eyebrows, and his voice became a little relaxed: "Just believe it."

Her smile was reflected in Mo Xiuchen's deep eyes. A trace of softness appeared in his heart, and the curve of the corners of his mouth also spread.

That night, Wen Ran was still hugged by Mo Xiuchen and fell asleep. In the same position as last night, her heartbeat from the beginning to gradually becoming more stable, and she fell asleep unknowingly.

Not only did she not dream all night, but the two nights Mo Xiuchen hugged her was also a good sleep she had never had before.

The next day, Wen Ran learned two more dishes from Sister Li, both of which were home-cooked dishes that Mo Xiuchen liked to eat, one braised lion head and the other sauerkraut crucian carp.

I originally wanted to make food for Mo Xiuchen at noon on Saturday, but because he had something to do in the company, he had to work overtime. When he sent him out, Wen Ran took the initiative to ask: "Can you come back for lunch?"

Mo Xiuchen turned around, looked into her clear eyes, thought for a while, and said gently: "I'll try my best."

Wen Ran didn't cook many dishes, only three, but they were all Mo Xiuchen's favorite food. She insisted on doing it herself, and Zhang's mother wanted to help her, she politely refused.

Ma Zhang stood beside her, looking at her busy appearance, her face full of smiles, and said with emotion: "If the wife was there, she would definitely be very happy to see the eldest son marry such a kind and virtuous wife."

Wen Ran turned over the fish in the pot, turned to look at Zhang's mother, and asked softly: "Mom Zhang, how did Mo Xiuchen's mother leave?"

Hearing this, the smile on Zhang Ma's face disappeared, and a bit of sadness appeared. She said in a slightly stiff voice: "Mrs. I jumped off the building to die on the eldest son's birthday on the eighth year old."

"On his birthday?"
Chapter completed!