Wen Zi put the empty wine glass back on the table.

He tilted his body and collapsed into the sofa behind him.

Seeing this, Mo Tianji touched his chin and asked, "What is the situation with you?" ”

"Isn't that all that thing done in the morning?"

"What's the matter, the girl doesn't appreciate it?"

Wen Ci didn't respond, and instead closed his eyes, as if he wanted to sleep.

The matter between him and Han Siwen, Mo Tianji and Zhuo Bin are very clear, and it is useless to say more.

After all, the two of them are a heart disease.

Heart disease requires heart medicine.

Whoever started the trouble should end it.

Seeing that Wen Ci didn't say anything, Mo Tianji only regarded him as a default.

"Miss Fang is not an ordinary girl, where are you now, you just want to make people move to tears, and promise each other?"

Wen Zi lazily lifted his eyelids.

"You know a lot."

Mo Tianji raised his foot and kicked Wen Ci's calf, and said with a smile: "What? Is this jealous? ”

"Huh~" Wen Zi snorted and didn't say much.

"You put a hundred hearts, Miss Fang's thin arms and legs are not my cup of tea at all." Mo Tianji leaned on the edge of the sofa and half-jokingly.

"Still, I quite appreciate her personality." Mo Tianji recalled the scene of the big battle against the bag thieves not long ago, and said seriously, "It would be good if you were my sister." ”

Wen Ci raised his eyebrows and sneered, "What you think is beautiful." ”

If Bingqing recognized Mo Tianji as his godbrother, wouldn't he have to call him brother as well?

Tsk, someone's taking advantage of this is big enough.

Mo Tianji naturally guessed Wen Ci's thoughts.

He chuckled twice, shook his head and said nothing more.

After a pause, Wen Zi changed the subject.

"What have you been busy with these past two days? I heard Abin say that you went to Province G yesterday. ”

Mo Tianji was drinking beautifully, listening to Wen Ci's inquiry, and waved his hand in annoyance.

"Don't mention it, the old man heard that there is news of my aunt in Province G, and he has long urged me to go over and take a look."

"I had a game some time ago, and I went to it as soon as I was free for the past two days."

Mo Tuhai, the old man of the Mo family, has two sons and one daughter.

The eldest son Mo Yuancheng, the second son Mo Yuanshi, and the youngest daughter Mo Yuanmei.

Mo Tianji is Mo Yuanshi's second son, and the 'aunt' in his mouth refers to Mo Yuanmei, who was abducted and trafficked by the enemy decades ago.

"How did it turn out?" Wen Zi asked.

"It's not." Mo Tianji shook his head and sighed.

"The birthmark is very similar, but it is not in the right place, and it doesn't look like it."

"But just in case, as soon as I came back in the morning, I gave the DNA sample to Abin and asked him to help with the identification."

Wen Ci sat up, poured himself a glass of wine, and touched a glass with Mo Tianji.

"After looking for 40 years, it is not easy for Grandpa Mo."

Mo Tianji took a sip of wine and said with emotion: "Yes, it's been forty years, and I've almost searched all over the country and abroad, but there is still no news." ”

"My dad often looked at the photos and told me that if my aunt was still alive, the children would probably be about the same age as me."

"Aunt Yuanmei, Aunt Jiren, has her own natural appearance." Wen Zi patted Mo Tianji's shoulder soothingly.

"I hope so." Mo Tianji whispered.

Just when the two of them were so sad, there were several knocks on the door outside the box.

Immediately, a waiter-like man pushed the door open.

"Wen Shao, Brother Ji."

The waiter leaned over respectfully.

"What's wrong?" Mo Tianji retracted Fang Cai's sentimental expression.

"Someone at the bar said they were looking for Wen Shao."

This time, before Mo Tianji could speak, Wen Ci took the first step and said, "Please come over." ”

"Okay." The waiter retreated.

"Who?" Mo Tianji asked curiously.

"Naturally, you are a distinguished guest."

Wen pretended to be mysterious.