I don't know if it's because of a weak heart or what, the moment she saw Gu Tingyuan, Xiaobi was obviously a little panicked, and the moment she got up, she almost broke the ceramic bowl on the side.

She looked at Gu Tingyuan standing at the door tremblingly, and her voice trembled slightly: "Gu, Mr. Gu." ”

Gu Tingyuan's dark eyes narrowed, and after glancing at her, he didn't make a sound, but turned to leave.

His silence made Xiaobi even more flustered, knowing that he was often more terrifying when he was silent and didn't speak.

Gu Tingyuan returned to the second floor, and Mu Wan had just woken up from a comfortable sleep.

As soon as she opened her eyes, she saw his handsome and clear face close at hand, and her lips were slightly curled, revealing a light and sweet smile: "Good morning." ”

He stared at her, his burning eyes full of tenderness and doting: "How are you feeling lately?" ”

"Much better."

The words 'much better' were the answers he heard the most, but whether his body was really better or not, I am afraid that no one except herself knew.

He asked Helian, and Helian only said that his body needs to be recuperated slowly, and it is impossible to get better all of a sudden.

Of course, after drinking Chinese medicine for a month, her complexion did look much better than at the beginning, and the number of dizziness gradually decreased.

"It's time for breakfast, get up and wash up."

In his gentle tone, Mu Wan closed his eyes and nodded lazily, and only after a few seconds did he get up and get up from the bed.

After breakfast, Gu Tingyuan went to the company, and Mu Wan returned to the master bedroom to collect Mu Qing before releasing it. The information of the track was taken out, and some photos were taken with his mobile phone and sent to Mu Qingsong's mobile phone number.

After the photo was sent, Mu Wan put her mobile phone on the round table next to her, and then sat down on a single sofa chair, drinking tea while quietly waiting for the phone to ring.

Sure enough, about a minute or so, the mobile phone rang as scheduled.

Mu Wan glanced at the caller ID, and the corners of her lips were slightly raised.

"Hello?"

Looking at those photos on his phone, Mu Qingsong was shocked.

He didn't know who the person who sent the pictures to him was or how he found out. Tracks of these evidences? What is the purpose?

"Who are you? What exactly do you want to do? ”

Hearing the familiar voice inside, Mu Wan hooked her lips and sneered, deliberately accentuating the word 'uncle'.

"Uncle, I haven't seen you for half a year, and you can't even hear my voice so soon?"

Mu Qingsong was stunned: "Mu Wan? ”

"Isn't that your eldest niece who escaped death?"

Mu Qingsong was shocked.

The person who sent him those photos just now was actually Mu Wan? What exactly does she want to do? And when did you start investigating him?

"What do you want to do?" He didn't know if these photos had been sent to his wife, if so, with her personality, she would definitely go straight to the company in less than half an hour.

Mu Wan sneered: "Uncle, I don't know how to answer what you asked, don't you know what I want to do?" ”

"I don't understand what you mean."

"Don't understand? It seems that I didn't express it clearly enough, or should I pass the picture to my dear aunt? Or are they the big media outlets that want to get the most bang for their buck? ”

When Mu Qingsong heard this, he immediately panicked: "Mu Wan, how can I say that I am also your uncle, do you have to do so well!?" ”