Chapter 533: The Secret of Yun Changjin from Rzhou

"It was Shushu who told me that she confessed something to us that night." Mo Jun glanced at Baili Xian, and then looked away and said the answer.

Fu Qingyuan nodded, not surprised.

But Baili Xian and the white fox felt incredible, and they couldn't believe that Mo Zishu would take the initiative to confess this matter to others, because it was not important? No, or is it that she can't bear the pain brought to her by Xiaomeng alone, so she has to confide in others?

Why, Baili Xian and the white fox may not be able to guess for the rest of their lives.

"Isn't this little dream already dead, how can she still appear here, and so many years have passed since now." Mo Jun questioned, and he also had some guesses of his own in his heart.

"It's true that Xiaomeng has been dead for many years, so this Xiaomeng will only be faked by someone else." Baili Xian answered Mo Jun's question.

"Who is this?" Mo Jun hadn't seen Baili Xian, so he turned his head to Fu Qingyuan and asked.

"This is Baili Xian, she is a white fox, and they are all from Rzhou." Fu Qingyuan gave a brief introduction to Mo Jun.

As soon as Mo Jun heard that Baili Xian and the white fox were both from Rzhou, a look of gratitude flashed in his eyes, since he heard Shushu's confession to him that night, he was full of good feelings and thanks to the people of Rzhou, and these two people can come to the hospital to see Shushu, they must have an unusual relationship with Shushu, and they must be people who have lived together and helped each other in the years that Shushu has lived in Rzhou.

"Although, I haven't heard Shushu mention you, but your relationship with Shushu must be very good, I thank you on behalf of my family Shushu, for taking care of her for me for so many years, so that she can feel the warmth of her family." Mo Jun turned to face Baili Xian and the white fox, and bowed to the Baili Xian and the white fox as he spoke.

Baili Xian and the white fox were not calm for a moment, they figured out what the situation was, it is estimated that Mo Zishu did not tell Mo Jun the truth, so Mo Jun now has this illusion of thanking them.

"Hurry up, hurry up, you are Mo Zishu's brother, and we should call you a brother." Baili Xian was a little overwhelmed, but he still hurriedly helped Mo Jun up.

The same is true of the white fox: "Brother Mo, don't say such unfamiliar things, say that we took care of Sister Mo, but it is better to say that Sister Mo has been sheltering us all along." ”

Mo Jun listened to the polite words of Baili Xian and the white fox, and did not refute it, so he complied.

"Big brother, this is Uncle He, you must have seen it." Fu Qingyuan turned his head and introduced He Zhizhen to Mo Jun again.

"Uncle He, why are you here?" When Mo Jun saw He Zhizhen, he felt a little surprised, and he came in a hurry just now, so he didn't notice that He Zhizhen was also there.

"In the evening, Miss Shu and Miss Shi Wei came to give you a follow-up visit to Aunt He, and by the way, they had dinner, but I didn't expect this to happen on the way back." He Zhizhen smiled reluctantly, and then said, if this Mo Jun blames him, it is also natural, he accepts it, if he really stops Mo Zishu and Shiwei at night, it is estimated that such a thing will not happen.

"Uncle He doesn't have to feel guilty, my sister I still know very well, even if Shushu doesn't leave tonight, it is estimated that this group of people will not stop there, maybe they will find Uncle He's house at that time." Mo Jun saw He Zhizhen's guilt in his eyes, and he could be relieved in his heart, and who would he blame.

"Uh-huh, Jun is right." He Zhizhen listened to what Mo Jun said, so he didn't have too much attachment to this matter.

It didn't take long for Murong Ling to rush to the hospital.

"Master Fu, Nancheng, how is Sister Mo?" Murong Ling first said hello to Fu Qingyuan, and then asked about Shen Nancheng in a blink of an eye, he was a little afraid to ask Fu Ye, for fear that he would show some ponytail in front of Fu Ye.

"It's still operating, it's not very good." There was only so much that Shen Nancheng could say, and they only knew so much now.

Hearing Shen Nancheng's answer, Murong Ling fell silent and didn't continue to ask anything.

In the next few hours, everyone kept waiting, their eyes never left the door of the operating room, everyone's eyes were boiled red, they watched the door of the operating room open for a while, closed for a while, and their hearts also opened one by one, nervous and anxious, eager to go away, but in the end they could only helplessly return to calm down and wait slowly.

Yunjia:

"The head of the family, Mo Zishu is still being rescued." In the dead of night, someone quietly entered Yun Changjin's study.

"Well, those people are gone?" Yun Changjin, who was pinching a pen and recording something in his notebook, stopped his pen and looked up at the man and asked.

"Fu Qingyuan, Qi Yu, Shen Nancheng, Helian Baimu, Murong Ling, He Zhizhen, Mo Zishu's brother Mo Jun, and the people of Rzhou." The man began to read out his name to Yun Changjin one by one, and at the end, he paused and said it anyway.

Yun Changjin nodded while listening, these people were all the people he expected, but the people from R Zhou at the back made him feel a sense of crisis in an instant.

"The people of R-continent, those people?" Yun Changjin's gloomy eyes narrowed fiercely, and his breath of speaking instantly became much sharper.

"I don't know." The man hurriedly lowered his head and answered Yun Changjin's question.

However, Yun Changjin didn't continue to ask, the hand holding the pen tapped lightly on the notebook, not knowing what he was thinking, and the dark light in his eyes gradually became brighter.

After a long time, just when the man couldn't bear the silent atmosphere and was about to admit his mistake to Yun Changjin, Yun Changjin spoke.

"Let the people over there keep an eye on me, and once Mo Zishu's operation is successful, notify me immediately."

"Yes, master." The man nodded hurriedly and prepared to exit Yun Changjin's study.

"Where's Little Dream?" After a while, Yun Changjin asked again.

"Miss Xiaomeng, she's in her room right now." The man answered Yun Changjin's question.

"Bring her here." Yun Changjin put down the pen in his hand and adjusted his sitting posture.

The man nodded, left Yun Changjin's calligraphy, and turned around and went to Miss Xiaomeng's room.

"Miss Xiaomeng, Jiazhu asked you to go to his study." The man came to Miss Xiaomeng's door, knocked on the door, and did not enter, but shouted at the door.

"I see, here it is." A childish voice sounded in the room, and soon a small footstep was heard, and the door to the room was opened.

This is the girl who was mistaken for Xiaomeng by Mo Zishu a few hours ago.

"Let's go." The girl glanced at the visitor, said goodbye, and went first.

The man followed behind Miss Xiaomeng and returned to Yun Changjin's study.

"I'll just go in by myself." The girl raised her hand to stop the man from opening the door, and as she spoke, she knocked on the door.

The man gave the girl a grateful look and turned away.

"Head of the family, I'm Xiaomeng." The girl shouted in a crisp voice.

"Come in." Yun Changjin's voice came from inside.

The girl swallowed her saliva, opened the door calmly and entered Yun Changjin's study.

When the girl went in, Yun Changjin was holding a pen and writing something in her notebook as before.

"See her?" Yun Changjin didn't look up because of the girl's entry, but directly asked what was still written in his hand.

"Hmm." The girl's thin voice answered Yun Changjin's question.

"Do you know who she is?" Yun Changjin still didn't look up and asked the girl.

"Yes." The girl answered Yun Changjin's question one by one, and did not rush to say who she was, because she understood that this was Yun Changjin's rules, and if her rules were broken, then she would not end well.

"Who is she?" Yun Changjin then asked.

"She's Mo Zishu." The girl still didn't answer a word, she knew that Yun Changjin would continue to ask, Yun Changjin liked this question and answer mode.

"Do you know what you have to do with her?" Yun Changjin finally stopped writing in the notebook, and the pen was then thrown and fell on the desk with a sound.

"Yes." Seeing that Yun Changjin stopped the movement in her hand, the girl's pupils shrank slightly, and then returned to their original state.

"Then tell me what your relationship with her is." Yun Changjin leaned back in the chair with interest and looked at the little girl in front of him, who was only ten years old.

"This face of mine has something to do with Mo Zishu, this face is the real little dream, and this little dream is a family member who is not related to Mo Zishu, but the real little dream is dead." The girl seemed to have expected Yun Changjin to ask such a question, and answered Yun Changjin without any change on her face.

However, when Yun Changjin heard the girl's answer, his face suddenly became gloomy.

The girl saw the changes in Yun Changjin's eyes, and before she had time to think about what she said was wrong, she saw a notebook appear in her sight and smash it towards her.

The girl didn't dodge and let a notebook be smashed on her head.

The pain spread across her forehead as expected, the sharp corner of the notebook scratched her skin, and the bright red blood seeped out, which was already the greatest endurance for her, who had just experienced a car accident.

Yun Changjin looked at the girl standing motionless, without any dodging to withstand the book he smashed over, and a trace of distress flashed in her eyes, but this distress did not last long, and was replaced by darkness.

The notebook fell to the ground, and the first thing the girl did was not to wipe the blood flowing down her forehead, but to bend down and pick up the notebook that fell on the ground, and then gently put it back in front of Yun Changjin.

"Head of the family, did I say something wrong?" The girl asked Yun Changjin expressionlessly, and she didn't seem to feel the pain in her forehead.