Chapter Ninety-Nine: The Whereabouts of the Child
Mu Qinghan nodded:
"Okay, that's what you said. I'll try to be strong, and then, wait for you to give me the truth. ”
Mu Beicheng shook his head, his daughter still saw things too simply, if it was really that easy, he wouldn't have taken Mu Qinghan back after five years.
They all looked at Mu Qinghan worriedly:
"What do you want to do?"
"Don't worry, I'm not going into politics. ”
Although this is the best and fastest way to become stronger, especially when she has Mu Beicheng paving the way. Mu Qinghan smiled lightly:
"I'm not fit to be a politician, and I don't want to be a politician. ”
Mu Beicheng was a little relieved and nodded:
"That's the best, the water in the political world is too deep, and if you're not careful, you will drown, and even if I'm here, I can't protect you. ”
Mu Qinghan looked into Mu Beicheng's eyes and asked:
"What do you think of someone like Li Tingshen?"
When Mu Beicheng heard this, his brows suddenly furrowed again:
"Do you want to be in business?"
You know, the water in business is no shallower than in politics.
Mu Qinghan shook his head:
"No, I'm just saying, how about an influence like him, if one day, I can do it like him, is it enough?"
Mu Beicheng thought about it seriously, and shook his head lightly:
"No one dares to move the thunderbolt because there are more powerful forces behind him. Those forces hidden in the shadows are the reason why others dare not touch him. If you only do what he seems, it's not enough. ”
When Mu Qinghan got this answer, he laughed happily and raised the wedding ring on his hand again:
"Don't forget, I'm still Li Tingshen's wife. ”
"The premise is that you have to get his heart completely. ”
"You don't have to worry about that...... Father. ”
Mu Beicheng heard Mu Qinghan call him that again, he was happy and a little worried.
Li Tingshen, no matter from which point of view, is not a person who is easy to control, if it weren't for this, his daughter would not have suffered so much grievance before.
Shen Bancheng listened to their conversation, and the more he listened, the more wrong he became, didn't he have a chance at all? Hurry up and grab Mu Qinghan's wrist:
"Qingqing. ”
When Mu Qinghan turned his head to look at him, he said very seriously:
"What Li Tingshen can give you, I can give you the same. If he can't give it to you, I can give it to you. ”
Mu Qinghan smiled and looked at Shen Bancheng's eyes:
"Brother Shen, I thought I had made it clear before. ”
"I don't believe it. ”
Shen Bancheng said eagerly:
"I don't believe it, and I don't agree. Qingqing, you also said that you were with him in order to avenge your uncle, and now that the misunderstanding has been solved, there is no need for you to be together. ”
"Brother Shen, I ......"
"Isn't it still the same thing?"
Shen Bancheng interrupted her again, and Mu Qinghan watched helplessly.
"Qingqing, you believe me, Li Tingshen has no heart at all. He can't give you what you want. ”
As he spoke, Shen Bancheng suddenly thought of something, took Mu Qinghan's hand, and said happily:
"By the way, by the way, Qingqing, don't you want to know the whereabouts of the child? ”
Mu Qinghan's eyes widened when he heard this, and he grabbed Shen Bancheng with his backhand:
"Do you know where the kids are?"
The child is another knot in her heart after the death of her mother. It was something she would always be guilty about.
When Shen Bancheng saw Mu Qinghan like this, he knew that he was right this time. Before, he had clearly planned to never let Mu Qinghan find this child, but he didn't expect that it would come in handy here.
"Yes, I know. At the beginning, I, Li Tingshen, and Fu Sinian all got together, and I felt that something was wrong, and people kept an eye on the small grave, and then someone really did something to the child, and I asked the child to be buried in a good place. ”
When Mu Qinghan heard this, he didn't care about anything, so he turned his head and said to Mu Beicheng: "I'll come to see you next time." He hurriedly followed Shen Bancheng away.
The child is indeed buried in a good place, the feng shui and scenery are very good, the mountains and rivers are beautiful, and flowers are blooming everywhere.
Mu Qinghan slowly squatted down in front of the small tomb, gently caressing the spotless tombstone with his hand, it could be seen that Shen Bancheng was very attentive to this place, and someone came to clean it every day, and the flowers in front of the tombstone were also fresh.
"Brother Shen, thank you. ”
Mu Qinghan didn't want to ask Shen Bancheng why he didn't tell her the whereabouts of the child until now, for her, as long as the child came back, it would be the greatest luck.
Shen Bancheng had already turned back into that gentle man at this time, and he smiled softly at Mu Qinghan:
"I'll do anything for you. ”
Mu Qinghan nodded and didn't speak again, Shen Bancheng said in an exclamatory tone:
"The whole city is so small, as long as Li Ting thinks deeply, there is nothing he doesn't know, didn't he also find out that you were in the presidential palace, and then came to the door and took you away?"
The reason why he couldn't find it was because he didn't care. Shen Bancheng didn't say this, even if he didn't say it, Mu Qinghan would want to get it.
Some words, not spoken, work better than spoken.
Of course, he wouldn't tell Mu Qinghan how much effort it took him to cut off all the clues that Li Tingshen had investigated.
Mu Qinghan didn't speak, just stroked the tombstone again and again.
Kid, I'm sorry mom is late. I'm sorry, it's mom who is useless, mom can't find you.
This action lasted for a long time before Mu Qinghan stood up, looked at Shen Bancheng, and asked:
"Can I come to see my children more often in the future?"
This inquiring tone made Shen Bancheng a little flattered:
"Of course. You are the mother of your child. Of course you have that right. ”
After speaking, Shen Bancheng turned around and made a gesture, and Han Shanyan quickly handed him a document. Shen Bancheng turned his head with the document and smiled at Mu Qinghan, like a child who showed off his treasure:
"Qingqing, look. ”
At first glance, Mu Qinghan's result document was a land authorization letter for this place, with three big characters written on it with a black signature pen: Mu Qinghan.
The service life is 50 years. It is the maximum number of years that the land can be obtained.
Mu Qinghan grew up with Mu Beicheng, and even though she hadn't been in contact for several years, she knew the twists and turns of the political world.
This number of years is just an empty number, as long as she does some operations, this place will belong to her forever. No one will come and disturb her children.
Mu Qinghan couldn't say anything else at the moment, and repeated a sentence in his mouth:
"Thank you, thank you, Brother Shen. ”