After saying this, He Wan'er woke up all of a sudden-Mo Chunshan, Mo Shuyi, since they are all surnamed Mo, are they related?

He Wan'er has never linked these two people together - one is that there is no similarity in the name except for the surname, and the other is that there is no similarity in appearance, Mo Shuyi has thick eyebrows and big eyes, while Mo Chunshan has clear eyebrows, which are completely two extremes.

In the end, the two of them are the same age, if they are related by the same family, how can the words in the middle of the name be different?

Meng Qianyang obviously understood her doubts, approached her, and lowered his voice: "His father's name is Mo Chunhui, and my boss is his little uncle." ”

"Impossible, right?" He Wan'er almost cried out, "How could he have such a big nephew?"

"Why not?"

Mo Chunshan's voice sounded behind him, and He Wan'er turned around and saw that he had just walked behind him.

He was slender and straight, with a gray shirt and black trousers, and a crisp black coat.

Unlike the collarless waist pinch last time, this one is obviously much more solemn.

Mo Chunshan slowly paced over, his eyes wandered around, and finally landed on He Wan'er.

"The question of generation is not determined by age, such a simple common sense, do you need me to remind you again?"

After the arrival of Mo Chunshan, it was naturally a process of incense and worship. He Wan'er accompanied Sister Gu to stand in the position of the family and bowed slightly to thank him.

After putting on the incense, Mo Chunshan wiped his hands and turned to look at Mo Shuyi who was kneeling on the ground.

He Wan'er walked over and said a little embarrassedly, "I didn't know he was your nephew." ”

"I don't usually say it. He replied, looking at He Wan'er's cheeks and frowning habitually.

She was still dressed in black, and her heavy color made her complexion pale and white, and the scar on her cheek was much lighter than the last time we met, and it seemed that there would be no scar.

"I see you drank coffee last time, be careful not to eat dark food, be careful of pigmentation. He said lightly, with a hint of pickiness in his voice.

"Oh? He Wan'er was stunned, and realized that he was actually talking about scars.

Mo Chunshan talked about the matter in front of him again: "As you can see, Mo Shuyi is my cousin's son, although I am the same age as him, and I am still younger than him in terms of months, but I am indeed his elder." ”

“…… Oh. He Wan'er listened, not knowing what to say at this time.

Mo Chunshan said again: "I only brought him back from Shanghai yesterday, and there are still some problems to deal with, so I came late today." ”

"Shanghai?" He Guaner found the focus of the question, "What is he doing in Shanghai?"

Mo Chunshan pointed to Mo Shuyi, who was kneeling on the ground, and said, "After Miss Gu's accident, he went to Shanghai and directly looked for Jiang Cheng to avenge Miss Gu. He was not brainless, he had been lurking there for several days, and he consciously found an opportunity to change his name with his life, but Jiang Cheng was always alert. Before he could touch a single hair, he was subdued by ten or eight bodyguards. ”

Mo Chunshan did not shy away from mentioning Mo Shuyi's troubles, but Mo Shuyi was whimpering, his shoulders were lowered and his head was buried lower, looking ashamed and sad.

He Wan'er hated him so much that he was about to scold him until he was bloody, but he suddenly felt a little unbearable.

Mo Shuyi went to Shanghai alone for the sake of care?

This revealed at least three pieces of information - first, Gu Nian was suspicious of Jiang Taizai, second, she told Mo Shuyi all these things that she had not told He Guan'er, and third, Gu Nian's death made Mo Shuyi lose his mind, and even wanted to exchange his life for his life.

From this point of view, he is still a little sincere in his thoughts.

With this incident, coupled with Mo Chunshan's sake, He Wan'er naturally couldn't beat it, but it was still difficult for her to have a good face towards Mo Shuyi.

He Wan'er glanced at him fiercely, snorted heavily, and turned his head.

Mo Chunshan put a stick of incense on it, and chatted with Sister Gu a few more words.

He Wan'er stood next to them, a little uncomfortable.

I don't know why, she feels that her gaze will always shift to Mo Chunshan's body.

She admits that Mo Chunshan is indeed very good-looking, his facial features are rare three-dimensional among the Han people, with a full forehead, deep eyes, straight mountain roots, smooth and tight jawline, and a slight fold, which looks neat and heroic.

I'm afraid this appearance was at the school grass level at the beginning, right? Nie Yun is a hero with a discerning eye, and he has been thinking about it as early as the age when he was in elementary school.

But what is she doing?

She relaxed the management of her expression, and suddenly her nose itched and sneezed earth-shatteringly.

The few people who were still talking in the mourning hall were all silent, and it seemed that He Wan'er's sneezing just now was particularly rude.

Meng Qianyang was the first to react, and had already handed her a tissue.

He Wan'er's face turned red, and he hurriedly thanked him, took the tissue and rubbed his nose, but unexpectedly, the more he rubbed it, the more itchy.

She endured it for a while and held back tears, and couldn't hold back it anymore, so she simply ran outside the mourning hall and sneezed.

After hitting more than a dozen times in a row, finally the nasal cavity was not so itchy, but it began to run out of nose endlessly.

The paper towels provided by Meng Qianyang soon ran out, and she didn't bring them in her own bag, so she rummaged around to find toilet paper.

However, as soon as she turned her head, she saw a handkerchief - it was handed to her by Mo Chunshan.

He Wan'er subconsciously took it and covered his nose, and replied a little embarrassed after a few seconds: "I still have a handkerchief of yours at home, and I will return it to you after washing it together next time." ”

"Don't talk about that," Mo Chunshan shook his head absently, frowning slightly, "Do you have a nose allergy?"

He Wan'er's nose was red, and his voice was muffled: "I don't know, I didn't have this problem before." ”

Mo Chunshan touched his chin and thought thoughtfully: "Some problems will show up with age. ”

He Wan'er's sneezing stopped, but he was so angry that he suffocated until his chest hurt.

Mo Chunshan came for less than half an hour, and said that he was leaving.

He Wan'er knew that he was very busy and would not stay anymore, so he said to send him.

Mo Chunshan turned his head, and suddenly said to Mo Shuyi, who was still kneeling on the ground: "Come here, I have something to explain to you." ”

When Mo Shuyi heard this, he put away his sad appearance, got up and followed him, his eyebrows lowered and his eyes were like a little guy waiting for Mo Chunshan to call.

He Wan'er looked down on his appearance of Ai Ai - although Mo Chunshan was his little uncle, after all, he was the same age as him, why did Mo Shuyi look so unproductive?

When he arrived at the door, Mo Chunshan took out an A4-sized piece of paper and handed it to He Wan'er.

"The matter of the Jiang family, as you know, the Shanghai market has begun to file a case for investigation. At noon today, Jiang Chengcheng was officially arrested, this is a copy of the relevant documents from the procuratorate, I thought, this thing was burned in front of your friend's spirit, she must be able to know it, and she must be able to walk with peace of mind. ”