Tang Moshen's face did not have the slightest hint of frivolity, and his ink eyes looked at Pei Yunqing deeply.

"Don't pretend to be an adult in front of me, I don't care how many times you live, in my eyes, you will always be that little bastard!"

can make him angry to half death, can also make him happy instantly, stubborn makes him helpless, and even he will be moved when he is sensible...... A little bastard who is willing to keep it in the palm of his hand for the rest of his life, protect and spoil it!

Pei Yun was stunned for two seconds, frowning and grimacing back at him.

"I don't want to pretend!"

With that, she sat back down at the table and ate the fish with a chopstick.

After taking two bites, I raised my face again and looked at him...... Suddenly I felt like crying.

Everyone thought how strong she was.

And who knows, how much of it is disguise.

Countless times, I dreamed back at midnight, and the tear-soaked pillow towel, what I wanted most was to throw myself into his arms and cry.

Not wanting him to see anything unusual, she buried her face, picked up the fish and stuffed it into her mouth, chewing hard.

The head sank.

Pei Yun raised his face with a mouthful of fish in his mouth, only to see that Tang Moshen had already stood beside her without knowing when.

A large hand stroked the top of her hair, wrinkling her head, looking down at her.

His brow furrowed into her eyes.

"Still pretending?"

"Uncle!"

Grabbing the chopsticks and throwing herself into his arms, she let herself go, tears streaming down her face.

All grievances, thoughts......

At this moment, all released in his arms.

She cried uncontrollably, like the helpless child the night she first saw him.

Standing in front of her, letting her tears soak her clothes, the man was just silent, but the fingers that stroked her hair were also trembling slightly, obviously suppressing some strong emotion.

Long......

Grabbing his clothes and wiping his tears, Pei Yun raised his face with a sob.

"Uncle, I'm so hungry."

Raising his fingers and wiping away the tears on her face that had not been wiped clean, Tang Moshen spoke softly.

"Eat!"

The man's voice was a little hoarse.

She sniffed and picked up the rice bowl again, and he went into the bathroom, and when he came out again, he had a twisted wet towel in his hand.

Warm, like the palm of his hand.

Taking the towel and wiping her face, she straightened up again, her usual hippie smile on her face again.

"I don't care, I'm thirty years old now, the same age as you, don't spank me in the future."

Tang Mo ignored her, just stretched out his long arm to snatch the porridge that had been cold in her hand, took an empty bowl again, poured out the still hot porridge in the thermos bucket, and pushed it in front of her.

Putting the cold porridge in front of him, Tang Mo Shen opened his mouth with a straight face.

"The resurgence of the Rakshasa Regiment, Chen Xiguang's death and Siping's accident are all related to them."

"Rakshasa Regiment?!" Pei Yun frowned lightly, "That...... Are you also dangerous? ”

"None of this matters." Tang Moshen looked at her across the table, "The key now is you." ”

Pei Yun put down the porridge bowl lightly, "Uncle, you won't drive me away again, will you?" ”

Tang Moshen shook his head lightly, "Now, even if I catch you, it's too late." ”

The same strategy cannot be used twice.

"I speculate that the murderer may be related to the First Hospital, you saved Siping, and the other party is very likely to be unfavorable to you, so ...... I want you to resign! ”

The other party's tone was serious, and Pei Yunqing also knew that this was not a trivial matter.

"I can quit, but I have to go back to the hospital again, I put a bullet there and I'm going to get it back."

"Bullets?"