Rong Qingzi couldn't control her tears, but when she heard the words behind Mu Qian, she looked at her.

In front of a fragmented scene, Mu Qian's face was also blurred. Only those eyes, pitying, regret, and indifferent injuries.

"What do you say?" Rong Qingzi trembled slightly.

Mu Qian still worked hard to hold her hand. "I thought at first I thought that my father should betray you and deceive you. I should be his and Sheng Lin's daughter ..."

Hearing this sentence, Rong Qingzi grabbed Mu Qian's hand tightly.

Mu Qian smiled softly, and then stretched out his hand to cover her back. "So today, I went to a kinship with Lu Yan. Do you know Lu Yuchuan and Sheng Lin's daughter ...

"

Rong Qingzi didn't speak, she just looked at Mu Qian, her tears still couldn't control the flowing down.

"Mom." Mu Qian shouted her again before continuing, "I don't know why you think your father has betrayed you and deceives you. But I want to tell you, the result of the identification of me and Lu Xuan, is

All compatriots. "

The relationship between the whole compatriot, that is, the same father and mother.

She and Lu Yan are not the same mother or their father, they are so on.

At the moment of this result, Mu Qian was unable to clean up her chaotic and confused mood. But for a moment, she thought of Rong Qingzi.

And Rong Qingzi, who heard this result, was froze, and even tears condensed on the eyes, and did not continue to fall.

She opened her mouth and trembled again and again: "What do you say?"

"I'm not born, I am not born to my father." Mu Qian whispered, "He hasn't lied to you, he has not betrayed you ..."

Rong Qingzi shook his body, and the tears condensed in his eyes rolled down again.

This time, her sight finally became clear.

She looked at Mu Qian and looked at it for a long time. After a long time, she shook her head slowly and murmured by herself: "Impossible ... Impossible ..."

From beginning to end, Mu Qian has been calm and different from ordinary people.

"When I got this result, I also felt impossible." Mu Qian said lightly, and even with a smile, "Two people who raised me, should also be born

Mine? But there is no ... mother, Lu Yue and Lu Yichuan, have done parent -child identification, she is really Lu Yuchuan's daughter. "

In other words, she must be Lu Yuchuan's daughter.

Rong Qingzi is good or Mu Huai'an. Tongtong is a person who has no blood relationship with her.

Rong Qingzi's blood became cold at that moment.

Mu Qian can clearly perceive that Rong Qingzi's hand she held was a little cold.

"Mom ..." Mu Qian shouted again.

After a long time, Rong Qingzi finally reacted, but laughed.

She laughed, but her tears came out again and again.

"You are not his daughter ... you are not his daughter ..." She murmured repeatedly, "He did not lie to me, he did not lie to me ..."

Mu Qian was always quiet, but just held her hand quietly and let her emotional.

And Rong Qingzi smiled, but gradually cried out.

She cried, and once again attracted the attention of people around.

The staff of the restaurant has paid special attention to them since the previous slap. At this moment, the manager came up quickly and wanted to ask about the situation.

However, without waiting for the manager to approach, Wu Hao, the bodyguard who had been with Mu Qian, stood up and stopped him.

It didn't take long for the restaurants to be politely invited to leave. In the end, even the staff was cleared. Finally, only Rong Qingzi and Mu Qian were left.

Mu Qian seems to be calm and peaceful. In fact, even the people around him did not pay attention to her one by one.

And Rong Qingzi has been crying long ago.

She has been loved by everyone, and she has been infinitely tolerant and infinitely spoiled. At this moment, it is generally turned into invisible.

In her world, there is only one person.

A person who has died for more than ten years.

She laughed for him, cried for him, worked hard for him, and practiced herself for him.

She seems to be the most chic and uninhibited one, but in fact, she is the one who tied herself the most.

She tied herself to a person who had died, and only him could really affect her emotions.

Mu Qian sat next to him, watching Rong Qingzi crying quietly for a long time, and finally reached out and hugged her gently.

"Mom." She whispered gently, "How can Dad lie to you?‘ Only the real country of the peony ’... What is your place in the heart of Dad, do you know?"

Nympho

At night, Rong Qingzi, who had been crying for a long time in the hotel room, finally recovered a little bit.

Mu Qian always sat next to her, let her cry for a long time, and did not persuade her.

For more than ten years of grievances and pain, she needs such a vent.

And, far from enough.

The moment the doorbell rang, Mu Qian returned to God, stood up and walked to the door.

Opening the door, Wu Hao stood at the door and handed her a painting.

That was the most amazing and grand peony in the center of the center of the Huai'an Hall.

Mu Qian reached out and took it over, and then closed the door.

Wu Hao looked at the door that was gradually closed, opened his mouth, and did not make a sound.

Mu Qian returned to the bedroom, walked to the bed, and erected the painting, put it beside Rong Qingzi.

"Mom, this peony picture, I have brought people." Mu Qian said, "You haven't seen this painting well for many years, now, I will return it to you."

Rong Qingzi was lying on the bed, almost let the quilt cover her head throughout. When she heard the words Mu Qian, she slowly pulled down the quilt and looked at the painting in Mu Qian's hand.

At a glance, the tears fascinated again.

She slowly sat up, reached out and took the painting, put it in front of herself, and looked at it carefully.

He never likes to use heavy colors, but only when painting peony, he will give a strong and full red color.

How could she misunderstand such a mind?

"He and Shenglin met from a young age ..." When he spoke again, Rong Qingzi's voice was dumb to the extreme. "Sheng Lin liked jasmine when he was young, he occasionally applied to her at will ... Later, we followed in Huai City.

Sheng Lin met again. At that time, he had begun to make a living with painting. He saw Sheng Lin alone and had a big stomach. When he came back, he drew a jasmine to her ... I am jealous, and I was not allowed to paint other women with flowers.

So he never painted again ... Since then, he draws me a piece of peony every year ... I lost all ... "

She said, her tears kept falling on the frame glass, she reached out and wiped it, but she just wiped the more and more.

"Not lost." Mu Qian said, "Those peony pictures have been recovered."

Rong Qingzi heard the words, looking up at Mu Qian.

Mu Qian smiled slightly. "After the painting hall was opened, Huo Jinxi found a lot of paintings drawn by Dad, of which seven peony pictures. After I took over, I found the remaining three again.

The ten peony maps are in the collection room of the painting hall. "

Rong Qingzi laughed and laughed. After laughing, the tears were even more turbulent.

"Mom, the Huai'an Painting Hall is good, but you have never been here once." Mu Qian said, "When are you here, we will re -organize the paintings of Dad together ... There are many paintings, Dad has no paintings, no dad has no paintings, no dad has no paintings.

Leave the painting date, I was young at that time, and I couldn't remember it. You must remember that we can sort it together and collect those paintings into a book ... "

Rong Qingzi looked at her for a long time, but in the end, she turned her face again.

After a long time, she opened again: "It's not early, you go back ... Let me be alone."

After Mu Qian quietly, he nodded slightly and only answered: "Okay."

After speaking, she stood up and was about to turn around, and suddenly stopped again.

With a slightly lower head, Mu Qian took out the previous piece of jade from his handbag.

When she sent this piece of jade to Rong Qingzi in the restaurant, Rong Qingzi did not really accept it. When she left, the jade was re -accepted by her.

Mu Qian turned back to the bed, and Rong Qingzi looked at her again, just to see the jade in her hand.

"Mom." Mu Qian said, "I pick this piece of jade, because there are two peony on this jade, although it is not comparable to my father, but this is my heart. Mom, I will give it to it to the

Your jade, I hope you can be happy, so you must accept it. "

She pulled Rong Qingzi's hand and slowly put the jade to Rong Qingzi's palm.

When doing this, Mu Qian's heart suddenly burst into an inexplicable embarrassment.

For a long time, Rong Qingzi showed her good to her, and she always refused to refuse.

And this time, after the jade lay quietly in Rong Qingzi's palm for a few seconds, Rong Qingzi slowly put away the palm and held the jade in the palm of his hand.

"I accepted it." She said.
To be continued...