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Mu Yeqin took out a card. This was the little guy's payment QR code. All the rent in the villa area was deposited into his account, so his little uncle didn't have to give pocket money.

"Let him go."

Mu Yeqin put away the cards and looked at Li Mo.

Li Mo walked back to the room and knocked on the door, "Shen'er, come out."

Inside, the "uncle and nephew" are eating chicken:

"Damn it, you are actually [my favorite little dinosaur]?"

"yes."

"You are awesome."

"That is."

Mu Qing went down to open the door, still holding her cell phone in her hand, her eyes and fingers never leaving.

The door opened and Li Mo grabbed the phone and said, "What are you doing? It's time to leave."

Mu Qingshen shouted and took back her phone: "Oh, sister, what are you doing? I'm in the queue right now."

"That's right," Yuanyuan also came out holding her mobile phone, "finish this before leaving."

A shadow suddenly fell over the top of her head. Li Mo turned around and saw the man at the entrance approaching her at some point. He seemed unable to see her and his eyes were glued to his phone, "Take me with you?"

"Oh," Mu Qing raised her head and lowered her head.

Um?

He raised his head again and met the man's eyes, and the man winked at him.

Mu Qingshen pressed down her phone and pushed out the door with him and her little one, "You kid, get out of here!"

The door slammed shut with a bang.

Mu Yeqin stared at the door: "..."

"Hahaha..." Yuanyuan laughed and fell to the ground.

The two sisters on the sofa had completely lost touch with reality. They pinched each other's arms and gnashed their teeth, "This bitch, if I were my mother, I would beat her until she can't find her mother!"

"Does she have a mother? She doesn't! Pinru, come on!"

Li Mo: "..."

Picked up the bathrobe and entered the bathroom.

Mu Qingshen returned to her bedroom and continued the unfinished ranking game. Yuanyuan did not retreat, and roared passionately in the car: "Uncle, hurry up, hurry up, direction 235, be careful——"

Yuanyuan didn't care whether he answered or not, she just called "little uncle".

Mu Yeqin drove the car and glanced in the rearview mirror from time to time, his eyelashes flickering.

Mu Qingshen stood at the end of the bed, playing the game without even bothering to turn on the light, when a voice suddenly came from behind: "Who hurt her?"

"Fuck!"

Mu Qingshen was startled and jumped 180 degrees. The computer screen on the desk was still on. The person inside was wearing a white coat and his eyes were blazing.

"You haven't logged off yet?"

Mu Qingshen turned off the game mic, turned on the light, pulled out the desk chair and sat down, playing the game and chatting with the people in the video.

In the video, the man has a shaved head, a scar from the end of his eye extends diagonally to the tip of his eyebrows, and his white coat can hardly hide his gangster look. It turns out to be the man who Mu Qingshen asked for "DNA missiles" four hours ago. It's now eight o'clock in the evening. Video

Still connected.

"I heard Qian Mo say in the afternoon that she woke up. What do you mean, she was injured? You asked me for a DNA missile, that's why? I bombed Mu. Could it be that Mu caused her to be injured?"

"Well," Mu Qing glanced deeply at the screen, then lowered her eyes, "But it's okay, everything has been resolved."

"Solved? How?" The man's tone was cold, and there was already an evil look on his handsome face.

"I don't know the specifics," Mu Qingshen muttered and answered perfunctorily. He just guessed that that bitch man could let him play games with him. With such harmony, it should be solved.

The man's face darkened. The game was over and he had eaten the chicken. Mu Qingshen put down the phone and said seriously: "Mu Mu, you should have heard of Mu Yeqin."

The man lowered his eyes, his eyes half covered like a torch.

Mu Qingshen said: "My sister has a problem with this person. Now that the matter has been resolved, we should not take the initiative to stir up trouble again. It's not that we are afraid that if we offend him, there will be no good consequences."

After thinking for a long time, the man nodded and looked at him again with bright eyes, "I will develop DNA missiles as soon as possible to prevent the future."

"Um."

As the name suggests, DNA missiles inject human DNA as a tracking system. If a person is really targeted by this thing, no matter if you escape to the end of the world or even if you turn into ashes, you will be blown up into the sky.

"Hiss~"

There was a slight squeaking sound in the bathroom, and when the personality was switched, my head would hurt and I would feel dizzy, but this feeling would pass quickly, and when I opened my eyes again, I would be a different person.

Nian Bai looked around and was stunned for a moment. She recognized that this was Momo's bathroom, and the person in front of her must be Momo.

There were flower petals soaking in the milk bath. Nian Bai did not rush out, but relaxed and continued soaking. When it was almost done, he put on a bathrobe and dried his hair before coming out.

She got to her room, turned on the light, and was about to go to bed when she caught a glimpse of the note on the table. She picked it up and read that it was from Momo.

"Mo Ran..." Nian Bai whispered the name. They hadn't contacted each other for a long time.

She picked up her phone and said, [Xiang Yang]: Mo Ran, is it convenient to make a video?

"Xiangyang" is Xiaobai's WeChat name. She likes all the beauty that is rich in positive energy, just like the sunflower, which always grows towards the sun and shines brightly.

"Don't blame this fate, this God's will, this ruthless nature..."

The other party made a video call, and Nian Bai answered the call. The brightly lit floor-to-ceiling windows came into view for a moment, as well as that beautiful face.

The beauty of slender ink-dyed clothes is bright and flamboyant. She is just like Qian Mo, who loves bright-colored clothes to make herself more bright and attractive.

The difference is that she lacks Qian Mo's charm, but is gentle and gentle in her movements, which is somewhat similar to Nian Bai.

In the video, Xian Moran is hugging her legs and huddled in a chair, with floor-to-ceiling windows behind her and a cup of coffee sitting on the glass table in front of her, still steaming.

She is in Berlin, where it is daytime.

"Long time no see, I miss you so much." Xian Moran acted coquettishly, her voice soft and waxy.

Nianbai smiled, "I miss you too," she opened the door and went out, went downstairs, and shouted while running: "Princess, come and see Mo Ran."

Mrs. Xuanyuan stood up from the sofa. Nianbai had already arrived. Seeing Mrs. Xuanyuan, Xian Moran shouted excitedly: "Princess——"

Mrs. Xuanyuan has a virtuous temperament, just like a princess who came from the palace, so they all call her the eldest princess.

Qian Mo and Xian Mo Ran were not familiar with each other, so they only exchanged a brief hello.

Mrs. Xuanyuan was also a little excited, "Where's Xiao Zhou Yao, let me see her quickly."

"The little guy fell asleep..."

Xian Moran said and walked towards the bedroom. In the small crib, the baby, less than one meter old, was sleeping soundly with his fists clenched and his calves bent.

The little mouth murmured "mom" from time to time.

Xian Moran looked at it with eyes full of love.

"Oh my god, so cute, how can you be so cute~"

Qian Mo exclaimed, her eyes were filled with stars, Nian Bai leaned against her, "Yes, Xiao Qian, this is the little Zhou Yao I told you. It has been three years, and it has grown so big."

The little guy is white and fat, with small arms like lotus roots, a fleshy body, a small nose, a small mouth, pink and pink, and a pout.

Even with her eyes closed, her eyelashes are thick and long, especially the tear mole at the end of her eye, which is particularly eye-catching.

"Xiao Xi, princess, thank you."

In the video, the woman looked at them with tears in her eyes.

For three years, Xian Moran still couldn't help but say these words every time they met. Although she had said thank you countless times in these three years.

Few contacts does not mean shallow feelings.
Chapter completed!