Old Man Qin's voice spoke, Qin Miao's body was stunned, but Mo Ziqi smiled, the kind of strong love and protection made her stand up and get up with a smile.

"Grandpa, Qin Miao didn't bully me, I just thought about some things about my mother before. ”

Speaking of which, Mo Ziqi had already walked to the front of the old man, supported him, and the two of them walked over together.

Regarding Mo Ziqi's identity, Qin Miao hadn't had time to tell the old man yet, naturally there was one thing missing during this period, and when the two families got married, the old man never asked about this matter.

So when he heard Mo Ziqi say this, the old man thought that it was about to be the end of the year, and it was normal to miss his relatives.

When he was about to pat the back of Mo Ziqi's hand and try to comfort him, his eyes were suddenly attracted by the photo on the table.

I saw that Old Man Qin's eyes suddenly widened, and his fingers trembled slightly.

"This picture, where did this picture come from. ”

Seeing this, Mo Ziqi and Qin Miao glanced at each other, as if they had confirmed something, and then spoke softly.

"Old man, in fact, I have been hiding it from you, I am Mo Ziqi, and my mother is Lin Xiaoyue. ”

The previous sentence, of course, Old Man Qin was not surprised, he had known about this matter a long time ago, but the latter sentence that followed made him dizzy for a while, and his body suddenly leaned over the sofa.

"Grandpa!"

Seeing this, Qin Miao and Mo Ziqi suddenly tightened their nerves, and hurriedly stepped forward, fortunately, the old man did not have anything else, but the news came too suddenly, and he was a little excited for a while.

Stretched out his hand to look at Qin Miao, who consciously took the photo album on the table, only to see the old man looking at it carefully, reaching out to wipe the face on the mirror, and the lines in the corners of his eyes were filled with tears.

"In a blink of an eye, it's been so many years. ”

Mo Ziqi and Qin Miao both tacitly understood and did not speak, as if they couldn't bear to interrupt the old man's memories, it was too precious to seal it for too long.

After a long time, Old Man Qin returned to his usual appearance, looking at Mo Ziqi beside him, the more he looked at it, the closer he became.

"It's also that grandpa is old, otherwise he should have noticed it a long time ago, good boy, do you remember the first time you cooked for me? Those dishes are often made for me by your mother, and the taste is too familiar. ”

Hearing this, Mo Ziqi moved her lips, and then stepped forward and hugged Old Man Qin, she recalled what Yan Zhongtian said, her mother's best friend is Qin Miao's mother, and even for Old Man Qin, she is almost the same as another daughter.

Seeing this, Qin Miao slowly got up, looked at the picture in front of him, smiled lightly, and went back to the second floor, knowing that the old man must have a lot to tell Mo Ziqi.

It's just that he didn't go back to the room to rest, but went to the study and reviewed what Mo Ziqi told him again, after all, if Aunt Lin's death was not normal, then the matter had to be found out.

Sitting on the chair, habitually tapping on the keyboard with his fingers, one character after another flashed in his mind, it seems that it is just an emotional relationship, but there are indeed some vague places, I can't grasp it, and some explanations are not clear.

This night, it was really unprecedented, Old Man Qin did not accompany Dudu, but pulled Mo Ziqi to review the previous events.

Dudu sat on the carpet, holding the model in his hand, and turned his head to look at the grandfather who had been talking in a whisper, and his little face was full of doubts.

"Daddy, what's wrong today? Mommy's eyes are red? Are you bullying Mommy?"

At this moment, Qin Miao was desperately tinkering with this complex model for the sake of his son, but this sentence was heard for the second time today, and it seemed that this one-sided impression would not work if it was not corrected.

"Baby, do you think your dad is the kind of person who bullies your mommy? If you want to bully, it's your mommy who bullies me. ”

"What's wrong with Mommy? Grandpa isn't in a good mood today. ”

Seeing Qin Miao's somewhat mysterious eyes, Dudu realized very quickly, and hurriedly leaned into his father's ear.

"Baby, Mommy did cry today, but it's because she misses her mother, so when she is going to bed today, can she kiss Mommy?"

Glancing at Qin Miao, Dudu's expression immediately became a little heavy, the so-called death was too far away for him, but compared to other children of the same age, what he felt was already very heavy.

And Mo Ziqi, who was sitting at the table on the side, listened to the old man talking about his mother, with a smile on the corner of his mouth all the time, and tears in his eyes.

She didn't expect that now she would have the opportunity to hear about her mother's past, and the heavy longing seemed to be alleviated.

That night, Dudu followed Qin Miao's words and hugged Mo Ziqi on the bed, and a kiss fell heavily on his cheek.

The next day, Qin Miao first sent Mo Ziqi to Han Yan's studio, and then returned to his company.

But just as he was about to bow his head and start reviewing the contract, the assistant walked in.

"The president, the father of the director of KIKI, is at the door of the company and says that he wants to see you for something. ”

If it weren't for Mo Shixiong coming by himself, Qin Miao would have really forgotten about this cooperation, nodded and asked the assistant to bring someone in.

After half a ring, the door of the office was pushed open again, and Mo Shixiong was seen smiling all over his face, which made Qin Miao's heart rise a touch of boredom.

When he didn't know those things before, Qin Miao didn't have much dislike for this person, maybe the relationship between husband and wife was gone, and this person no longer continued to be in charge and did not take responsibility.

But now, Mo Shixiong obviously coveted Lin Xiaoyue's beauty, and the more important thing was the power of the Lin family at that time.

Thinking about what kind of life Mo Ziqi lived at that time, the hatred in Qin Miao's heart gradually rose, but there was nothing on his face, and he still smiled faintly.

"Uncle, I came here so early, but I was a little upset. ”

Anyone can hear that Qin Miao is just polite, but some people are in moderation, and some people continue to pretend to be confused.

"Mr. Qin, don't say that, we are all a family, where is there anything to worry about, it's too outward. ”

As he spoke, Mo Shixiong sat opposite Qin Miao, still holding a contract in his hand.