It is a small bungalow with a modern structure.

Mo Wen walked out of the room, and came to the living room, the living room is not big, about 60 square meters, antique furnishings, antique chairs are neatly lined up on both sides, on the wall in the center, there is a picture of an eagle, at first glance, a bit of Liangshanbo Juyi Hall taste.

Out of the living room, Mo Wen was taken aback.

In the courtyard, a girl is practicing martial arts, her hair is coiled up, she is condensing a force at the moment, waving the long sword in her hand, her eyes are flashing with Ling Ran's divine light, she seems to have a strong strength, a plump figure, and under the backdrop of a sportswear, she shows a proud moving curve, under a light glance, Mo Wen can't help but be attracted by this girl, if you just look at it, it is almost the same as Chen Yi, if you want to talk about her appearance, then Chen Yi is inferior to this girl, but the girl in front of her has a classical persistence and coquettishness in her bones, but she is the only one in the world, at least Mo Wen has never seen it。

The girl raised her head, a delicate face is very amorous, but maybe it is the relationship between practicing martial arts since childhood, this style has been very cleverly converged, and what is presented is only cold and frosty temperament, but as long as the man who understands women, he knows that the more cold a woman, the more hot her heart will surge, as long as there is a chance to erupt, it will be irresistible warmth.

"Are you awake?" the girl saw Mo asked, put away her long sword, and walked over quickly.

"Hmm!" Mo Wen nodded and asked, "Did you save me last night?"

"What last night, you slept for five days and five nights!" the girl rolled her eyes and muttered.

"What, I...... I slept for five days and five nights?" Mo Wen was taken aback.

"By the way, what's your name? Judging from your injuries, it should be the result of a fierce fight! Who have you offended? He's going to beat you like this?" the girl looked at Mo in front of her with a curious look.

"My surname is Mo, a single name and a question, everyone calls me mosquito, thank you for the beauty's life-saving grace!" As he spoke, Mo Wen bowed to the girl gratefully and thanked her.

"Flutter!" The girl covered her mouth and smiled when she heard Mo Wen's name: "Mosquito, this name is so interesting, your name is Mo Wen......"

When the girl repeated Mo Wen's name in her mouth, her face suddenly changed, and she hurriedly asked, "Your name is Mo Wen?"

"Yes, it's called Mo Wen!" Mo Wen nodded in response.

"Your name is really Mo Wen?" the girl repeated.

Judging from her expression, she should be familiar with this name, but Mo Wen has not had any friends since she was a child, and the girl in front of her must not know him, why is she so surprised to hear her name?

"Yes, Mo Fei, Mo Fei, you heard the question right, my name is Mo Wen, it is definitely not Foshan Wing Chun Grandmaster Ip Man......" Mo Wen smiled.

"Where are you from, what are your parents' names?" the girl looked excited.

"Fuzhou people, my parents ......" Speaking of this, Mo Wen paused and asked rhetorically: "Beauty, what is your name?"

"My name is Yang Lan, from Fuzhou! If it's okay, I'll vacation here, it's quiet here, the air is good......" The girl made a brief introduction very simply, but even if Mo asked a question that deliberately avoided her, the girl still didn't seem to give up asking: "You haven't answered my question yet, what are the names of your parents? Is your father's name Mo Tianlong?"

The moment Mo Tianlong's three words came out of the girl's mouth, Mo Wen's face changed suddenly, revealing a nervous look.

Yang Lan seemed to see Mo Wen's concern, and hurriedly explained: "What are you nervous about, I'm not your enemy, but I want to know if you are Uncle Mo's son!"

Mo Wen frowned slightly, and looked at Yang Lan carefully, indeed, on Yang Lan's body, he didn't feel a trace of hostility, but how did this girl know her parents, Mo Wen was a little curious about this: "Do you know my father?"

"Hmm!" Yang Lan nodded and responded: "Brother mosquito, it's a long story, Uncle Mo and my father are old friends, probably when I was one year old, Uncle Mo didn't know what happened, he disappeared, and there was no news of him, my father has been asking about him everywhere over the years, but there is no news, by the way, is Uncle Mo okay? My father often mentions him......"

"......" Mo Wen shook his head and said nothing.

"How could you have been so seriously injured that night?, who did such a ruthless hand?" Mo Wen didn't answer her words, and Yang Lan didn't continue to ask.

"I don't know who they are!" Mo Wen roughly told him what he had encountered, of course, hiding the story he was carrying.

After listening to Mo Wen's story, Yang Lan frowned and muttered: "No wonder my father has been looking for Uncle Mo for so many years without any news, it turns out that so many things have happened......"

Speaking of this, Yang Lan raised his head, looked at Mo and asked: "Brother Mosquito, don't worry about recuperating here, I'll call my dad right away and tell him about your situation, don't worry, no one here will come to disturb you, if those bastards dare to come, I won't let them hurt you!"

This is like a woman.

Mo Wen didn't expect that the person who saved himself would be the daughter of his father's best friend, this world is too small.

Immediately after, Yang Lan put down his long sword and called.

Mo Wen took a deep breath, and wanted to use the medical soul to listen to Yang Lan's conversation, but as soon as he was lucky, Mo Wen had to give up with a heart-piercing pain that spread from the tendons and veins.

He walked around the yard, visiting every plant and tree.

The yard is paved with irregular pebbles, in the middle is a piece of cut rectangular stones, forming a path in the yard, outside the yard is a dense forest, towering trees, green vegetation, lush shrubs are scattered, layered, sunlight spills down through the gaps between the branches and leaves, leaving a lot of stars on the ground.

There are a lot of vegetable fields in front of the courtyard, and there is a quiet stream next to the vegetable field, the water is bubbling down, sometimes tinkling, in a vegetable field, an old man with gray hair is working, Mo Wen carefully observed, this old man is the old man who followed Yang Lan that night.

Judging from the appearance of this old man, this old man should be seventy or eighty years old, and it is really rare to be so old and have such a tough body.

Under such a Taoyuan environment, Mo Wen's mood was very comfortable, as if he had forgotten everything he had encountered.

When the old man saw Mo Wen, he put down his hoe and walked over.

"Young man, you have a very serious internal injury, you should stay in bed, you really shouldn't get out of bed!"

"Grandpa, thank you for saving your life, I'm a doctor, my injuries don't matter, just recuperate, and I can heal!" Mo Wen bowed in response.

"Oh?" the old man looked at Mo with interest and said with a smile, "You're still a doctor?"

"Yes, it's been twenty years since I was a child and I've been studying medicine with my grandfather!" Mo asked.

"Well, yes, then I'll be relieved!" the old man nodded with satisfaction.

After Yang Lan finished calling, he also heard the movement in the yard, turned around and walked out of the house.

"Brother Mosquito, my dad said he was coming to see you, and he heard that it was you, but he was excited, hehe...... He also said that he would bring a few good people to protect your safety!" Yang Lan said with a smile.

"Lan'er, do you know each other?" the old man asked suspiciously, his gaze wandering over Mo Wen.

"Yes, I don't know how it could be so coincidental, his name is Mo Wen, and he is Uncle Mo's son!" Yang Lan looked very excited when he spoke.

"Isn't that your ......?"

"Grandpa, don't talk nonsense!" Before the old man finished speaking, he was interrupted by Yang Lan.

I saw Yang Lan's pretty face slightly red, as if the old man had said something that made him shy.

Mo Wen was also puzzled, what did this old man have to say?

Therefore, Mo Wen naturally set his sights on Yang Lan.

Yang Lan under the shyness is more cute and charming than when she practiced martial arts just now, more seductive, both in appearance and figure, she is the best daughter, she has a pure and dusty temperament, and the gaze emanating from those bright big eyes is indescribably clean and simple.

The old man nodded with a smile, smiled faintly, and said, "Then you take care of him, I'll cook, and you let him drink the medicine in a while, he is so seriously injured, don't do strenuous exercise, remember." ”

Yang Lan smiled and nodded: "Remember grandpa...... You can go with confidence!"