"Why are you asking me this all of a sudden? Qingyi, what's wrong with her...... Feed? Feed! ”

"What the hell? Why did it hang? Tang Yating pursed her lips, and her face looked a little unpleasant. She didn't expect that this time, but Nalan Yunxiao took the initiative to hang up her phone.

Hanging her head slightly, Tang Yating weighed back and forth in her heart for a long time, and finally decided to solve her doubts, so she dialed her mobile phone to Liu Qingyi.

"Hey, hello. Who are you? ”

After waiting for a while, the mobile phone was connected, but as expected, Liu Qingyi's voice did not come. On the contrary, this inquiring voice in a flat tone seemed to come from a middle-aged woman. And she is naturally Liu Qingyi's stepmother Jiang Hongxia.

"Oh, my name is Tang Yating, I'm Qingyi's friend, I'm looking for Qingyi. Pls are you her ......"

Tang Yating seemed vaguely familiar when she heard this voice, but she couldn't quite remember where she had heard it, so after introducing herself, she wanted to confirm her opening.

On the other side of the phone, Jiang Hongxia, who was sitting next to the sofa and was about to get up, stopped her movements with a little surprise in her expression, and then replied: "Tang Yating? Yes, Tang Hao's daughter? We've met, I'm Qingyi's mother. ”

"Well, remember, hello Auntie!"

Answering respectfully, Tang Yating wanted to ask again, but Jiang Hongxia had already answered her first: "If you look for Qingyi, she went out, her mobile phone was left at home, and no one has come back yet." Do you have anything important to look for her? ”

"Oh no, nothing. Since Qingyi is not here, then, disturb Auntie, Auntie goodbye. ”

I don't know if I was a little apprehensive in the face of the coldness of Jiang Hongxia's words, Tang Yating said quickly in a trance, and then quickly hung up the phone, leaving Jiang Hongxia on the other side full of doubts and puzzles.

got up and sat back at her desk, Tang Yating carefully put away the messy books on it, sorted out the snacks that Tong Beibei had eaten, and then took out the box of pine cones she treasured from the drawer. This box of ancient pine fruits produced on the top of Tingshan Mountain has now turned gray and yellow, but the taste is faintly fragrant.

"By the way, I almost forgot to promise him."

Xiu Mei was slightly relaxed, her eyes quickly moved away from the paper box in her hand, Tang Yating hurriedly got up again, took out the pen and paper from the pile of books on the side, put it upright in front of her, held her cheeks with her wrist, and began to fall into closed eyes and thoughts.

"Lyrics? It's better to write according to the feeling of writing modern poetry in the past......"

Santa Fe Modern City Jinjiang Garden No. 4 Road, outside the Mojia Villa Community.

A red Porsche, quietly parked on the side of the asphalt road, with the front low beam on, in the driver's seat, Mo Qingfeng is sitting quietly on it, in his hands, still holding the steering wheel in front of him.

Junmei's eyebrows were always quiet as a rock and slightly wrinkled, Mo Qingfeng's eyes stared at the coastal shore outside the car window a little blankly, he didn't know what he was thinking about, and vaguely, his complexion changed slightly, and his expression was slightly solemn.

"Toot-toot-"

The quiet, slightly muffled atmosphere was suddenly broken by the sound of the mobile phone vibrating next to him. Mo Qingfeng raised his head suddenly, and came back to his senses in a trance, so he hurriedly turned his head and touched the mobile phone on the side, and put it in his ear to connect it.

"Hello? Sunny wind, it's me. Are you home? ”

The phone was connected, and Fang Ziyin's familiar inquiring voice was immediately heard on the other side, with a hint of gentleness and concern in her words.

"Oh. Arrived, how? ”

Mo Qingfeng exhaled a breath of turbidity, slowly stretched out his frowning brows, and then replied with a smile as much as he could.

"It's nothing, I just want to care about you. Well, actually, too, I want to ask again, you ...... tomorrow Did you really decide to go? ”

Fang Ziyin said this, and there seemed to be hesitation in her inquiring tone, so she seemed a little sluggish at the end of the conversation.

Reminded again by her words, Mo Qingfeng, who had almost never thought about it again, couldn't help but fall into a short silence. However, just as Fang Ziyin on the other end waited for a moment and was about to say something again, Mo Qingfeng finally replied affirmatively: "Yes, I must figure out this matter." ”

"But when I think about it, this matter has nothing to do with you after all. So tomorrow, you're still-"

"Sunny wind! Don't say that, the faith flows from me to let you know, and I have a responsibility. Let me make it up to you this time, or I'll be upset. ”

When Mo Qingfeng whispered and hesitated to say that he planned to change his mind tomorrow and go alone, Fang Ziyin had obviously guessed something, so he hurriedly blocked his decision before he spoke, and took the initiative to request.

After weighing it silently in his heart for a long time, Mo Qingfeng's expression suddenly changed, he pursed his lips to reveal a knowing smile, and his tone couldn't help but add a little gratitude: "Okay then." Tomorrow morning at eight o'clock, I will wait for you downstairs at your house. Let's go together! ”

"Hmm." When Fang Ziyin heard this, her tone was extremely soothing, and when Mo Qingfeng was about to hang up the phone, she suddenly said softly, "Qingfeng, thank you." ”

Mo Qingfeng's eyes raised slightly, his expression froze slightly, as if he wanted to ask something, but in the end he turned into speechless and hung up the phone quietly.

"Tomorrow, tomorrow will really go well? I hope that between the older generations of the Mo family and the Liu family, I must find out what grievances or festivals have happened before, I must find out if I can't ......."

muttering to himself in his heart, Mo Qingfeng slowly pushed the car door and stepped out of the driver's seat.

After looking up at the dark night sky with no stars, and taking a deep breath of the cold sea breeze with a moist and salty smell after the rain, Mo Qingfeng took a step and slowly walked towards his villa.

At the same time, in the new villa of the Nalan family in another park of Modern City, there are wonderful scenes at this moment that are completely different from the previous peaceful atmosphere. A slightly awkward and oppressive air was slowly flowing around the bright and spacious dining room on the first floor of the villa.

In the corner of the dining table, Nalan Ying occasionally raised her head, her eyes swept over the three people who were slightly weird in front of her, smiled helplessly in her heart, and suddenly stood up. She stretched out her hand to pick up the dishes, and turned her head to look at Mo Qingyu, who was only eating one or two dishes in front of her.

"Come, sunny and rainy, don't patronize and eat, it's rare for you to come to Auntie's house and eat more vegetables."

"Well, okay, thank you, Auntie!"

Mo Qingyu's pretty face lifted lightly, and after being slightly stunned for a moment, she hurriedly picked up the rice bowl head-on, and took the dishes that Nalan Ying next to her one by one without tactfulness. Mo Qingyu replied with a bright smile, and her tone seemed to be deliberately raised.

Shao Yang raised his head, only glanced at Mo Qingyu from the corner of his eye, and then didn't say anything else, still concentrating on eating. On the other side of him, Xia Xiaolan, who had been eating quietly, raised her eyebrows lightly, and a pair of crystal eyes, and turned her gaze to Mo Qingyu.

"What are you doing?"

Mo Qingyu also seemed to be aware of the oncoming gaze, so she also looked at Xia Xiaolan unabashedly, and spat out three words with a simple face full of indifference.

However, Xia Xiaolan did not answer her plausible provocation, and Shao Yang beside her chose to remain silent, and after returning Mo Qingyu with a polite smile, she looked away.

"Huh-"

silently cast Xia Xiaolan with a disdainful sigh in her heart, Mo Qingyu saw Shao Yang's appearance as if he was completely out of the matter and did not exist, and he thought in his heart that he had already held his breath, so he could really eat.

"I'm full!"

After taking two or three bites of the rice bowl in front of him, Mo Qingyu immediately put down the dishes and chopsticks and stood up, and then tried his best to use a warm tone and smiled "Announce".

After saying that, Mo Qingyu pulled her feet and walked towards the hall, and even Nalan Ying, who had just reacted on the side, had not persuaded her to eat more, and Mo Qingyu's figure had already disappeared into the corner of the restaurant corridor.

In order to alleviate the embarrassing atmosphere that seemed to have suddenly condensed slightly, Shao Yang, who had been silent until now, finally raised his head, put down the chopsticks in his hand, frowned slightly, and gently rubbed the injured left finger that had been placed under the table.

"Brother Shao Yang. Are you okay? Does it hurt again? ”

Xia Xiaolan, who was beside her, was naturally the first to notice Shao Yang. Therefore, he hurriedly stopped, looked at him slightly, and his pretty face showed a worried look, and he hurriedly asked with concern.

"No, it's just a little itchy."

Shao Yang's lips were slightly closed, and he replied to Xia Xiaolan in a low voice. But in fact, Shao Yang didn't tell the truth, because he had already felt the wound on his left finger before dinner started, and he had been itching very much since he was drugged by his mother.

"Huh?"

A clear voice suddenly came from the mouth of Nalan Sakura, who was still eating dinner on the side. She raised her head slightly and glanced at Shao Yang who was sitting beside her, and her willow eyebrows furrowed slightly for a moment, as if she was a little surprised.

Although his son's tone of reply to Xia Xiaolan was soft, he was still heard by himself. And what made Nalan Ying feel a little suspicious was that she had deliberately added a strong anti-itching agent to the medicine she had just given Shao Yang, which could reasonably cover the itching sensation of the skin squirming when it was newborn.

Unless......

While Nalan Ying was worried, Shao Yang had already put down the dishes and chopsticks, stood up with a slightly condensed expression, looked at the people who were still at the table, and took a light breath: "I'm also full, so I'll go back to the room first." ”

Xia Xiaolan raised her eyes and glanced at Shao Yang, and saw that the latter's face was slightly pale under the incandescent light. Her lips squirmed slightly, as if she wanted to ask something, but Nalan Qian, who was sitting quietly on the side, suddenly sandwiched a piece of meat into Xia Xiaolan's bowl at this moment: "Girl, don't patronize eating, you have to eat some food." ”

"Oh, okay, thank you Grandpa Nalan."

Xia Xiaolan came back to her senses, smiled at Nalan Qian, hurriedly lowered her head, and continued to eat, but the corner of her eyes was still peeking at Shao Yang who was slowly walking upstairs.

"Your hand, are you alright?"

On the side of Shao Yang's bedroom bed, Mo Qingyu sat quietly beside Shao Yang, her beautiful eyes wandered, her eyes kept falling on the left finger of the white cloth wrapped in front of him, and suddenly spoke softly.