This time Mo Nanchen was able to come back, An Ruqing's heart was completely relaxed, and she pulled Mo Nanchen to sit at the table with her eyes watery.

She looked at the breakfast on the table, and hurriedly beckoned Xiao Ying to serve a bowl of porridge, and she herself held the xiaolongbao and then put it on the plate in front of Mo Nanchen.

"You haven't returned all night, you must be tired, eat some breakfast and rest well." She noticed the black green under Mo Nanchen's eyes, and couldn't help but speak, her eyes full of distress.

When he was in the capital, Mo Nanchen rarely did this kind of staying up late, and he never had dark circles under his eyes.

Now that I'm here, it hasn't been long before even the dark circles under my eyes come out.

An Ruqing sighed, her eyes were full of distress, and she kept greeting Mo Nanchen to eat all kinds of breakfast.

The two of them were intimate as if no one was around, Mo Nanchen looked at An Ruqing's bright eyes and bright teeth, his eyes flickered, and the love in his eyes lingered.

Yueming, who was not far away, saw the scene of the interaction between the two people, his fists clenched tightly, and a chill emanated from his body.

Mo Nanchen felt An Ruqing's thoughtfulness towards him, and his heart seemed to be warm, making people feel comfortable.

It's just that before he had time to enjoy himself, he suddenly frowned, feeling a fierce gaze staring at him.

As soon as he looked up, he met the dark eyes of the moon, which were as deep as a wolf.

In the next moment, he raised his eyebrows slightly, keenly aware of the deep hostility in Yueming's eyes, his eyes were full of doubts, and his body couldn't help but exude bursts of coldness.

An Ruqing looked up inadvertently, always feeling that there seemed to be something hidden from her between these two men.

"Xiaoying, Yueming, you two go down, there's nothing to do with you here." An Ruqing waved her hand and motioned for the two to leave.

Xiao Ying bowed her head and answered, and was about to leave with brisk steps, while Yueming was standing there, with forbearance in her eyes.

Xiao Ying saw that he didn't move when she passed by Yueming, so she stretched out her hand to pull him, Yueming had an unwilling face, took heavy steps, and slowly left.

There were two people left in the room, Mo Nanchen and An Ruqing, and she waited for Mo Nanchen to change out of a dusty robe.

Mo Nanchen lowered his eyes and looked at An Ruqing's slightly red face beside him, and he pulled her to sit down on the chair.

"You didn't come home yesterday night, but what's the big deal?" Feeling that Mo Nanchen's face was heavy, An Ruqing raised her head and asked.

Mo Nanchen nodded slightly, looked at An Ruqing and said truthfully: "As far as I know from my investigation, the Dali Siqing family has lost a child. ”

"Huh?"

Mo Nanchen's brainless words made An Ruqing stunned, and she blinked her eyes like water.

Seeing this, Mo Nanchen couldn't help but hook the corners of his mouth, looked at An Ruqing's somewhat cute look on his face and smiled lightly: "That kid is sixteen years old, and his height and appearance are somewhat similar to Yueming." ”

Hearing the sound, An Ruqing's eyes blinked, with incredulity on her face, Mo Nanchen reached out and touched her face, and continued to speak.

His voice was low, and the words he said made An Ruqing unbelievable.

An Ruqing flashed her long eyelashes like a black crow, her expression was in shock, and it took a while to understand the meaning of Mo Nanchen's words.

"You mean to say that Yueming may be the son of the Qing family of Dali Temple?" She was shocked, Yueming was brought back by her, how could he be the child of the Qing family of Dali Temple!

"Hmm."

Mo Nanchen replied with a serious expression, and when he thought of the eyes in which Yueming looked at him today, his black eyes couldn't help but be cold and cold.

An Ruqing digested the meaning of Mo Nanchen's words, and immediately retorted, "This is impossible, maybe it's just a coincidence!" ”

"I hope so, too, but it shows that he was right."

Mo Nanchen was a little displeased, and his brows furrowed slightly.

He didn't expect that An Ruqing would have a dispute with him because of a strange man.

According to the right theory, An Ruqing should believe him, but the truth is diametrically opposite.

Could it be that Yueming is in Qing'er's heart, and it has reached a point where it is more important than me?

Mo Nanchen's face was pale, and strong anger surged in his eyes, he took a deep breath, stood up and flicked the dust that did not exist on his body, and said bluntly: "It's really not worth it for you to quarrel with me like this because of an outsider!" ”

"You're so resting, I still have my husband to go and get busy." Mo Nanchen left disappointed.

An Ruqing looked at his back with a slight pause, her eyes were full of incredulity, and her heart kept trembling.

Mo Nanchen: This is ...... Angry with her?

An Ruqing sighed, it was not that she didn't believe in Mo Nanchen, but Yueming's matter was indeed a little too unexpected, she couldn't accept it at all, and what she said was a little more violent.

She sighed and fell into deep thought with one hand on her chin.

After a while, she shook her head slightly, shook off the unrealistic thoughts in her heart, stood up and came to the courtyard.

The next second, I saw Xiao Ying sitting under the tree in the yard with a handkerchief, embroidering intently.

Seeing her serious appearance, she suppressed the troubles in her heart, a smile curled up at the corner of her mouth, and Lianbu moved lightly to her side.

Xiao Ying heard the footsteps, subconsciously raised her head, and when she saw that it was her own princess, she stood up suddenly, "Princess, you sit!" ”

She put the chair beside An Ruqing, and then sat down on the small stool next to An Ruqing.

Xiao Ying hung her head and embroidered the handkerchief seriously, and the pattern was lifelike, which made An Ruqing a little envious.

She looked down at her white and tender fingers, and couldn't help but be speechless for a while, to be honest, it's okay to hold a knife in this hand, but I'm afraid it's unrealistic to hold an embroidery needle.

Even if she really took it, she herself felt a little incredible.

After being silent for a long time, she suddenly looked up at Xiao Ying and asked tentatively: "Xiao Ying, do you know about the Qing family in Dali Temple?" ”

"The matter of the Qing family of Dali Temple? Are you saying that the Dali Temple family lost a son? Xiao Ying blinked in confusion.

"You know about this?"

"When the slave went out, she heard people in the street say it."

Xiao Ying nodded a little puzzled, when did her own princess become so interested in other people's affairs.

"Come, tell me about it, and make sure you know everything you know!" An Ruqing's gossip heart burned, urging one after another, wanting to know more things.

Although Xiao Ying was puzzled, she still said everything she knew, and when she finished speaking, An Ruqing groped her chin and started the contemplative mode.

She leaned back in the recliner slightly, thinking about what Xiao Ying said, and felt more and more that the person they described might really be Yueming.

Her phoenix eyes narrowed slightly, and she was puzzled for a while, how could she unite Yueming and the rich son.

At this moment, Yueming walked over.

When An Ruqing saw him, she thought carefully and carefully considered the words and asked tentatively, "Yueming, do you know about the Dali Temple family losing children?" ”

"I've heard of it, but my subordinates don't know what it's going on."

An Ruqing listened to Yueming's calm voice, blinked her eyes and continued to ask, "Aren't you curious?" ”

Yueming had a straight face, and the corners of her mouth looked at An Ruqing in front of her with a smile, "What do I do with their family's affairs?" Why be curious? ”

This sentence made An Ruqing choke, she shrugged her shoulders and waved her hand, signaling people to leave, and she was still sitting under the tree, drowsy with the swing of the rocking chair.

An Ruqing thought about Yueming's expression just now, and guessed in her heart that this person might not really be him.

If it was Yueming, how could he not feel it, after all, he was so old and not a child.

The sun was slightly warm, and with the rocking chair swaying, An Ruqing actually lay there and fell asleep.

When Xiao Ying saw this scene, she couldn't bear to disturb her, so she immediately went to get a cloak and put it on An Ruqing's body.

"Ah, don't ......"

An Ruqing, who was sleeping soundly, shouted violently, and then she opened her eyes.

She looked at the environment she was in, subconsciously sat up straight, patted her chest with her hand, and then took out the handkerchief on her body, and kept wiping the cold sweat on her forehead.

I didn't expect her to fall asleep and have a nightmare.

Thinking about the situation in the dream, An Ruqing was terrified.