The next morning, he got up on time, because he hadn't slept all night, his eyes were swollen and red, and he could see the hidden bloodshots.

After washing, he went downstairs and saw his mother who had already gotten up.

Li Qin had just drunk a bowl of porridge, and at this time she was staring blankly at the door, not saying a word, like a puppet.

Wu Xiaomin stood next to her, like a girl waiting for her at any time.

She's doubled her salary, so she's been working extra hard lately. The salary of more than 20,000 yuan a month is higher than that of ordinary white-collar workers, and she can wake up happily when she sleeps at night, so she thinks about it, and she will stay at Mo's house in the future, where can she have such a high salary, and she can also take six days off a month, and she can also go home on holidays.

Li Qin turned her head to look at Wu Xiaomin, her eyes were still full of doubts. She thought about it for a long time last night, and the words of the old gentleman kept echoing in her ears, and the old gentleman said that her son had only one son, born in the year of Gengzi. Although Mo Ye was born in the year of Gengzi, can it be counted if he is not a biological child?

"Xiaomin......" Li Qin suddenly beckoned to Wu Xiaomin.

Wu Xiaomin walked up to her with an expression of obedience.

Li Qin said in a deep voice: "In this way, you can go to the temple again this afternoon to see if you can see the old gentleman yesterday, and ask if he said that he has a son in the year of Gengzi, is it his biological son, does the adopted son count?"

Wu Xiaomin let out a "ah...... with an inexplicable expression.

It's been a day, how can she still remember this, the eight-character thing is believed to be there, and if you don't believe it, you don't have it.

"Okay." Although she didn't want to go, Wu Xiaomin still nodded, thinking that the salary was so high, she would follow her more, and she would have to work harder.

Turning around and walking into the dining room, she said to Mo Yixuan, who was eating noodles:

"Sir, the old lady seems to be in a bad mood again, you see ......"

Mo Yixuan put down the chopsticks in his hand, a pair of red and swollen eyes closed slightly, and when he opened them again, there was a hint of boredom in his eyes.

"I see." He waved his hand and motioned for Wu Xiaomin to go out first.

After breakfast, he pulled the car out of the parking garage and carried his mother into the car.

Today is the weekend, it is rare for him to have time at home, and recently, in order to make his mother feel better and recover soon, he has been staying at home with his mother.

"Mom, we're going to the rehab center today." Mo Yixuan called the nurse and Wu Xiaomin into the car together.

Li Qin, "I'm not going!" "When she has grandchildren, she goes.

"Then go to the cultural center, where there is another event today." With that, Mo Yixuan started the car.

Although he was not in a good mood, he was more worried about his mother, because the doctor had warned her that if she was stimulated by something again, she might be in danger of her life if she relapsed. It's unbearable.

The car drove all the way to the city center, and Li Qin sat in the car seat expressionlessly, looking ahead through the car window with a dull gaze.

Mo Yixuan drove the car seriously, he drove slowly, first, for fear that his mother would be shocked, and secondly, when he arrived in the trouble area, there were more vehicles and the car was slow.

When driving to an old street with two lanes, he suddenly stepped on the brakes, because the front was blocked, he wanted to turn around, but found that there was also a lot of traffic jammed behind him, and he couldn't turn around. It's the fastest way to get to the cultural center, and there are not a lot of cars.

"Mom, there's a traffic jam, there may have been a car accident ahead."