The day after Mo Changsheng rescued his parents, his mother Wen Liya recovered her health.

The meeting of mother and son is reborn after the catastrophe, and that scene can be imagined without mentioning.

"I knew that my parents and students were not ordinary people, how could ordinary people have a high fever of more than 40 degrees and still be unharmed. ”

Mo Changsheng recalled the scene of explaining his situation to Wen Liya that day, and was very speechless about his mother's ability to accept it.

Wen Liya actually accepted the nonsense that Mo Changsheng didn't believe in without any doubt, and said the above words with a complacent and honorable attitude.

"Dad, we can get out of this mountain forest tonight, should we go home directly, or rest for the night and go back." ”

With Mo Changsheng leading the way, of course, it doesn't take too much time.

"Let's rest for the night. These people have suffered a lot with us, and I can't thank you for it, and I really can't help it. ”

Mo Cheng did not hesitate and decided directly.

Everything was expected, and the group walked out of the forest that night.

Because they had to stay overnight, Mo Changsheng didn't leave alone with his parents, so it wasn't until night that they walked out of the desolate Gobi and found a nearby village to spend the night.

Early the next morning, the locals helped find a bus, and at about ten o'clock, they finally returned to Urum City.

"It's hard work for everyone this time, this is a little bit of Mo someone's heart, I hope you don't have too little. ”

In a private room of a four-star hotel in Urummu City, Mo Cheng took out a thick stack of 100-yuan bills and put it on the dining table.

"Boss Mo, what are you doing here? You have already given us 500,000 yuan before, how can we take your money again. And you are the father of the messenger of the gods, and we want to give you back the original money. ”

An old herb picker waved his hand and refused, and the others followed suit.

They had already regarded Mo Changsheng as the messenger of the god of the Tianshan Mountains, and they refused to ask for the messenger's father's money.

Mo Changsheng looked at his father's eyes asking for help, slowly stood up and said loudly: "You can accept it, as if this was given to his disciples by the gods." ”

Those people glanced at each other, stood up respectfully, bowed to Mo Changsheng, and accepted Mo Cheng's additional thank you fee.

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In the first-class cabin of a plane to Rongcheng, Wen Liya quietly unzipped her backpack.

"Mom, how did you bring it in? Didn't you say it was going to be stuffed into the pet barn?"

Mo Changsheng looked at the little white wolf in Wen Liya's bag blankly, and asked in amazement.

Sure enough, Mo Changsheng guessed that since Wen Liya saw the little white wolf, she was completely captured by the snow-white and pink little white wolf, and she was reluctant to let go for a moment in her arms, even if Mo Changsheng told her the true identity of the little white wolf.

"What do you know? Xiaobai is still so small, how can he stuff it into a small black box by himself. ”

Wen Liya took out a milk bottle and stuffed it into the mouth of the little thing like a thief, watched the little white wolf suck the pacifier desperately, and glanced at Mo Changsheng angrily and said:

"Xiaobai's nurse is left in the mountains, and you don't know how to feed it, if I don't think about it, the little thing will be hungry. ”

Mo Changsheng touched his nose in embarrassment, he was a big man, where would he think so much.

Wen Liya mysteriously leaned into Mo Changsheng's ear and said, "Money can make ghosts grind, son, learn a little." ”

Mo Changsheng nodded wildly in a cold sweat.

Mo Cheng looked at his wife as if she had returned to before Mo Changsheng had a strange disease, becoming cheerful again, even a little eccentric, and smiled with relief.

Presumably, no one in the store could have imagined that their unsmiling female boss would have such a naughty personality when she was young.

Now that his son's health is completely better, the Mo family finally doesn't have to worry about despair, as long as the business of Tianxian Restaurant has been very good, their own life will definitely be more and more prosperous.

What's more, with his own craftsmanship and ancestral medicinal food, do you still have to worry about the business of Tianxian Restaurant?

Now it's summer vacation, the restaurant must be very busy, but it hurts Qingyan's child, but fortunately, she and Changsheng finally have a hope.

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Rongcheng, Tianxian Restaurant.

Mo Cheng guessed wrong, the current business of Tianxian Restaurant is not good at all, or it should be said that there is no business at all.

At this time, it was the time to eat at noon, and it was completely different from the lively and noisy scene in the past, and there was not a single real guest in the Tianxian Restaurant.

Why say real guests?

Wen Qingyan looked at the dozens of bald men in the hall on the first floor, and was so angry that she was about to cry.

In the antique hall on the first floor of Tianxian Restaurant, there are a total of more than 40 dining tables, and at this time in the past, each table was full of dining guests.

However, at this moment, although there was also a "guest" sitting at each table, Wen Qingyan really hoped that these "guests" would not come.

These "guests" are all bald men with flesh all over their bodies, all shirtless at the moment, with fierce tattoos on their bodies, and some of them have obvious scars on their bodies.

From the day after Li Huairen left, they came to Tianxian Restaurant every day to "eat".

But each of them occupies a table, orders a plate of the cheapest vegetarian fried vegetables, and sits all day.

Where do ordinary people dare to come to eat when they see this posture, even if someone is bold enough to come in once in a while, they will scare people away.

In just a few days, the business of Tianxian Restaurant has plummeted, and there is no business today.

"Wen shopkeeper, or let's call the police!"

The waiter foreman of a Tianxian restaurant whispered to Wen Qingyan.

"What do you say when you call the police? They don't beat or smash or settle accounts, and the police can't just arrest people. ”

Wen Qingyan shook her head and replied with a heavy heart.

"Isn't Mr. Mo on good terms with Director Chen and Director Li? Why don't we ask them to come forward and get rid of these people?"

Another foreman suggested.

Wen Qingyan smiled bitterly, the water in here is so deep, those people are so good as something, they already know the doorway inside, how can they get involved casually?

Wen Qingyan rubbed her temples vigorously, and said with a worried face: "It's okay now, but I'm more worried about whether they will use more indiscriminate means." ”

Everyone else doesn't understand what else these people can do, it is difficult for them to dare to do anything bad in broad daylight.

"So what are we going to do? You can't just sit there, can we?"

A waiter in a private room wearing a green cheongsam said with a sad face.

Wen Qingyan suddenly woke up, remembering that she was the backbone of other people, and others could panic if they couldn't panic, so she quickly cheered up, slapped her palms a few times, and after attracting everyone's attention, she said confidently:

"Don't worry, I have a solution to this. But wait a few more days, wait for one person to come back. ”

"Is Mr. Mo coming back?" or is it the old shopkeeper?"

"Really? Great!"

Seeing that everyone had regained their confidence, Wen Qingyan quietly turned around and whispered to herself, "Changsheng, you can definitely help my sister solve this matter, right?"