Chapter 860

In the morning, everything is quiet.

The eastern horizon gradually shimmered, carefully infiltrating the gray blue sky. In the gauze like fog, the sun finally sprinkles on all things in the world, with the potential of being caught off guard.

Song Yanshu stayed up all night, standing in the dark living room, smoking one by one. The sense of drowsiness came and gradually dissipated. He held up his consciousness and watched the dull sunrise and sunset with a dignified face.

If it wasn't uncle an who called, song Yanshu didn't know how long it would take to get away from the chaotic thoughts.

After snuffing out the last cigarette that had been burned out, song Yanshu turned around and touched it in the direction of the sound source. Without any effort, he got his mobile phone which was still on the sofa last night.

"Hello..." Song Yan Shu opened his mouth slowly. He caught a cold and smoked too much. His throat looked dumb and cold.

When Uncle an heard the young master's voice, he felt something was wrong. He was stunned for a moment and then put the matter down. He asked with concern, "young master, are you sick? Why does the sound sound sound rather wrong...

Song Yanshu cleared his throat, picked up the cup on the tea table and gulped down a few mouthfuls of water. He said disapprovingly, "it's OK. It's just a little cold. Let's go, uncle an, is there something wrong with you?"

Seeing that song Yanshu didn't say much, uncle an didn't keep on asking questions. Although he was also concerned about the young master, he knew song Yanshu's temperament best. He always hated people's endless chatter, so he choked back on his advice.

In turn, uncle an said solemnly, "young master, didn't you ask me to look up those people who chased Miss mu on the mountain that day? Things have already begun to look up..."

Song Yanshu felt energetic when he heard this, and frowned and asked, "tell me."

"The men came from Melbourne, and I found out their whereabouts only after searching for someone to follow them. As a result, the emperor finally paid off his heart. They finally met the man in charge. The man... Is mo Han, the sister of Mo Liancheng. " Uncle Ann said.

"Sure?" Song Yan Shu asked in a cold voice. The result did not surprise him. At present, Mo Han has also seized power and sat on the position of chairman of the Mohist group. If there is no sinister means behind him, it is strange.

"It's true. I have evidence here, which has been sent to your email address. There are all videos and recordings." Uncle an said faintly, although this matter has nothing to do with them, but last time he cut in one hand and almost made song Yanshu furious. Uncle an was also a little scared, so he had to recover some through this incident.

After hanging up the phone, song Yanshu looks at the evidence sent by an Shu in his mailbox, and his eyes become gloomy.

Time is passing by. Finally, song Yanshu gets up and simply cleans up. He goes to Mu Qingqing next door.

"Miss mu, Mr. Song next door is looking for..." the servant opened the door. Seeing that it was song Yanshu, he directly led him into the living room and sat down. Then he went to call Mu Qingqing.

A few minutes later, after Mu Qingqing settled down her baby, she slowly walked to the living room. Song Yanshu was lying on the sofa with his eyes closed and his face pale. Hearing the sound of footsteps coming, song Yanshu slowly opened his eyes and sat up.

Without saying a word, Mu Qingqing touched song Yanshu's forehead and pasted his forehead with the back of his hand. "Has the fever gone, or is it very uncomfortable?"

Song Yanshu nodded and rubbed the corners of his eyes. "I don't know. I feel weak and uncomfortable..."

"after all, I have to cultivate myself for a few days, not so fast. Why don't you have a good rest at home and come to me for something? " Mu Qingqing seemed a little cold, but he also said that there was no problem.

Song Yanshu glared at Mu Qingqing, Du Du's mouth, a face of grievance, "you are too heartless, do not know to see me, maybe tomorrow I die at home, no one knows."

"What are you talking about? Xiaochi was a little cold last night, crying all the time looking for me. This is just willing to sleep. It's really inseparable from people." Mu Qingqing solemnly explained that maybe he didn't understand that song Yanshu was acting coquettish at the moment.

"Little pool?" Song Yanshu was stunned. He didn't know the name of Mu Qingqing's son.

"Oh, the baby's name is mo Tianchi, and his nickname is Xiaochi." Mu Qingqing said faintly, mentioning the child, always the corner of the mouth with a smile, eyes are full of happiness bubbles.

Song Yan Shu was sour in the heart, or asked, "the name is good, what's the meaning?"

Mu Qingqing was eager to speak, but finally did not say anything. She just laughed and went to one side and poured a glass of water for song Yanshu. "It's nothing. I think it's OK to say so..."

Song Yanshu stands at the door of the baby room. Through the door glass of the baby's room, he sees a baby with small features and excellent appearance, sleeping soundly on the bed, with two small hands half raised and mouth still on It seems that the heart will melt.

The villain in front of him is mu Qingqing's flesh and blood. Song Yanshu stands at the door, and the feeling of that moment is self-evident. The whole body of blood flow for a while slow, while boiling, the mood in the heart is also rolling back and forth, can not say what kind of taste it is."Drink some water. Have you taken any medicine?" Mu Qingqing handed the cup to song Yanshu and asked.

His mind was drawn back to reality. Song Yanshu took the water cup and shook his head weakly. "No, the medicine is finished, and there is no more at home."

"I'm hungry. I want porridge, pumpkin porridge."

Song Yanshu looks forward to looking at Mu Qingqing. He looks like a wronged child, which makes people have no way to deal with it.

"I'll ask sister Zhou to cook some porridge for you..." you don't have to ask. You know that the elder sister in Mu Qingqing's mouth is her servant sister here.

Song Yanshu grabbed Mu Qingqing's wrist with a backhand and said, "I want to drink your porridge!"

"You..."

before Mu Qingqing's reluctant words were uttered, song Yanshu interrupted her, "do you have the heart to see death and not save me? Can't you even meet this requirement?"

Song Yanshu's eyes are full of longing, about that night's proposal, all people have not mentioned a word.

Mu Qingqing sighed deeply and shook her head helplessly. "I'm afraid of you, but my craft is not so good. Don't expect too much!"

Song Yanshu, surprised, followed Mu Qingqing all the way to the kitchen and sat down quietly. Holding chin in both hands and looking at the busy Mu Qingqing, happiness sometimes makes it difficult to tell whether it is true or false.