Wen Ran called him as he turned around: "Qin Mu, come in first, I will cook a bowl of quenching soup for you."

Seeing him, she didn't seem to have only drunk two glasses, but she was afraid she had drunk a lot. His current physical condition is not suitable for drinking. I think it's necessary to drink it tonight, otherwise An Lin wouldn't let him drink it.

Qin Mu was slightly stunned and looked at her in surprise.

Wen Ran smiled gently and said, "You are not good for your health like this. Aunt Qin called to find out about your situation in the afternoon. It's less than a day before you've been drinking. How do I explain to Aunt Qin?"

"Ranran." A strange light flashed deep in Qin Mu's eyes, his voice was low and a hint of hoarseness. Because of the headache, his eyebrows were slightly frowning.

Wen Ran looked at him and turned around and walked into the room.

Qin Mu stood at the door for a few seconds before raising his steps and following into the living room.

Wen Ran went into the kitchen to cook wine-relieving soup for him. Qin Mu sat on the sofa in the living room, leaning lazily on the sofa, with a faint look of fatigue between his eyebrows, and he gently massaged his temples with one hand.

In the quiet room, there were only occasional slight sounds from the kitchen. Qin Mu's gentle eyes stopped on the slender back in the kitchen, and he felt warmth that he had never felt before.

For a moment, he really wanted to get up and walk into the kitchen and tell her that he liked her. If Xiu Chen never came back, if so, she and Xiu Chen really would never be able to do so, then he would always be with her.

Wen Ran was very fast, and soon he brought the hangover soup.

"It's ready to drink." She put the hangover soup on the coffee table in front of Qin Mu, and he said with a smile, "Ranran, thank you."

Then he picked up the bowl and drank it clean in one breath. He stood up, handed it to her, and whispered: "You have a rest early, I'll go back too."

"Yes." Wen Ran nodded.

She took him to the door and watched Qin Mu walk into the stairwell before she closed the door.

An Lin seemed to be counting the time. Within two minutes of Qin Mu leaving, Wen Ran's cell phone rang. She said on the phone: "Ranran, A Mu drank a lot of wine tonight. Have you cooked a bowl of quenching soup for him?"

Wen Ran was stunned at first, then looked at the direction of the floor-to-ceiling window and asked with a funny look: "An Lin, you have installed a monitor in my house, Qin Mu just returned from my house."

"I counted the time. I knew that Amu would go to see you first and then go back. When you saw that he had drunk so much wine, you would definitely not sit idly by."

An Lin was also laughing on the other end of the phone. Qin Mu rushed to the dinner tonight. Although he was there, his heart was not there. He was as smart as An Lin, how could he not know?

Originally, she refused to let Qin Mu drink alcohol and wanted to finish the alcohol by herself. Qin Mu's health has not recovered, and drinking alcohol is very harmful.

But he insisted on drinking, but An Lin couldn't stop him. In fact, Qin Mu had drunk a lot, and he must have been drunk, but on the surface, he couldn't see it.

On the way back, Qin Mu kept pressing his forehead with one hand, and there was a faint loneliness on his handsome face.

She wanted the driver to take him upstairs, but he refused. He said he could go upstairs by himself.

An Lin sat in the car on the side of the road downstairs, looking through the glass window at a window upstairs. It was the floor where Qin Mu lived. She waited on the side of the road for twenty minutes. When the window lighted up, she called.

Wen Ran walked to the sofa and sat down, and replied softly: "I'll cook wine soup for Qin Mu. Don't worry, he just drank it."

"Ranran, you should also take a break early."

An Lin was silent on the other side of the phone for a few seconds, a little reluctant to speak, but in the end, she still said nothing.

**

The next day, Mo Jingteng went to the police station to see Mo Zixuan.

When he went there, Zhou Lin happened to see Mo Zixuan and came out of the police station with her daughter in her arms. Outside the gate, Mo Jingteng asked the driver to stop the car, lower the window, and called Zhou Lin.

Under the scorching sun, Zhou Lin looked at Mo Jingteng with a calm expression and asked indifferently: "Is there anything wrong with Chairman Mo?"

A few days ago, she went to ask him to save Zixuan, but Mo Jingteng told her ruthlessly that he would not save a useless person. Zhou Lin was not only sad, but also hated Mo Jingteng very much.

Wen Ran refused to forgive Mo Zixuan because she was the victim, but Mo Jingteng, he was Mo Zixuan's father, said that he would not eat his son. As for him, when Mo Zixuan was valuable, he would take him back to the Mo family. When he had no value, he would abandon him.

Now, what is he going to the police station to do? Could it be that he is visiting Zixuan?

Mo Jingteng looked at Zhou Lin's cold and slightly guarded eyes, and his sharp gaze swept across the baby girl in her arms, smiled and asked, "Have you seen Zixuan?"

Zhou Lin frowned and replied lightly: "Yes, if the chairman has nothing else, I will go back first."

"Wait." Mo Jingteng called Zhou Lin, who was about to leave in a cold tone, opened the car door and went down.

Zhou Lin looked at him in confusion.

Mo Jingteng stood in front of her and looked at the baby girl in her arms. The sleeping little girl closed her eyes tightly, and her facial features were really similar to Mo Zixuan.

Zhou Lin frowned tightly and subconsciously hugged her daughter in her arms.

"Have you named the child?" Mo Jingteng's seriousness eased a little. If someone didn't understand him, he would think he was really kind-hearted and liked the granddaughter in front of him.

Zhou Lin felt a warning, she pursed her lips tightly and said stiffly: "I'm up, call me Zhou Yuxin."

"Zhou, shouldn't she be so good? You can go see Zixuan with me now. After Zixuan comes out, I will prepare for your wedding."

Zhou Lin opened her eyes wide in shock and looked at Mo Jingteng in disbelief. He actually said that she was going to prepare for the wedding for her and Zixuan. She was almost happy. However, thinking of Mo Jingteng's attitude a few days ago, why did he be so kind now? He must have a purpose.

"Chairman, sorry, I've seen Zixuan, I'm going home."

After Zhou Lin finished speaking, she hugged her daughter and left, as if she was afraid that her daughter would be snatched away by Mo Jingteng.

"You should think carefully when you go home. If you are willing to marry Zixuan, call me. If you don't want to, I will arrange another blind date for Zixuan." Mo Jingteng did not stop Zhou Lin from leaving, but slowly reminded her behind.

Tone, sure.
Chapter completed!