After receiving Qin Baiyu's answer, Mo Liangyu's whole person seemed to be reborn.

He almost jumped up from the sofa, his amorous peach blossom eyes full of excitement.

"Fourth brother, are you serious?"

The man looked at him calmly and said, "Seriously." ”

Mo Liangyu was excited, untimely excited.

He got up and picked up his mobile phone to make a call, but he felt abrupt again, he stood in front of the sofa, smiling so much that he couldn't see his teeth, "Fourth brother, little sister-in-law, you wait for my good news." ”

With that, he strode out of the living room.

Yan Shiqi stared at his back, frowning a little helplessly.

Mo Liangyu was not stable enough after all, and when he met Ling Mi, he lost his sense of proportion on this occasion today.

Yan Shiqi put the cup in her hand on the square coffee table in front of her, she gently scratched the man's wrist, and raised her eyebrows slightly: "Ling Mi's marriage, was it instructed by you?"

"It's not an instruction, when you're old, it's time to start a family!"

The man only gave a faint explanation, and his tone was indifferent and he couldn't hear the temperature of his emotions.

The intelligent and clear inkstone Shiqi, after a little thought, guessed a little clue.

She thought for a moment, and then nodded at the corners of her mouth in the direction Mo Liangyu left, "Then do you think Xiao Yu can succeed?"

The man rolled his eyes to her, and his thin lips lifted a vague arc, "It's always good to hit the south wall." ”

Hearing the sound, Yan Shiqi was stunned for a moment, and then smiled playfully: "Fourth brother, it's black enough." ”

After speaking, she plucked a handful of bitter tears for Mo Liangyu in her heart.

It seemed that the man felt the same way as her, and she could almost foresee that Mo Liangyu would inevitably hit her head in front of Ling Mi and bleed.

That's fine, at least let him see some of the facts.

The man beside her slowly lit a cigarette as she pondered, and he puffed on the smoke with a far-reaching gaze.

Yan Shiqi on the side was a little sore in her back, she leaned back on the sofa, hooked his fingertips through the armrest, rubbed gently, and asked with some curiosity: "What about Second Brother Qiao?

The fourth brother's brothers all came over, and just now she was at the door of the condolence hall, and vaguely saw Ling Wanxing's figure.

But I never saw Qiao Mu.

Then, the man spat out the mist, squinted slightly, and said, "He's abroad." ”

……

At this time, it's night in the United States-

What is Qiao Mu doing? Sitting in the living room, accompanying his little cutie to study.

is still in Ling Zihuan's apartment, he has been with her these days, even when he sleeps at night, he would rather sleep on the sofa in the living room, and he has never returned to the suite apartment that belongs to him at the door.

At this moment, he is sitting on the sofa, with his legs on the coffee table, holding his mobile phone and thinking deeply.

Uncle Mo of the Qin family passed away, and he received a message from his eldest brother Qiao Qing in the middle of the night last night.

But he can't go back.

Qiao Mu felt uncomfortable in his heart, Uncle Mo was an old man who watched their group grow up together.

But he didn't want to leave so suddenly, and he sighed a little abruptly.

During these days, he was by Ling Zihuan's side, and the feeling that he didn't want to be separated from her became thicker and thicker.

Grass, when did he become so clingy?

Qiao Mu was a little troubled.

Qiao's work in China needs to be stabilized, and Qiao's Entertainment is waiting for him to go back to take care of it, and the days when he can accompany the little girl seem to be getting fewer and fewer.

It is urgent for him to return to China to deal with his work affairs.

"Second Uncle?!!" Qiao Mu was deeply immersed in troubled thoughts and couldn't extricate himself, until Ling Zihuan's loud call came to his ears, and he was shocked back to his senses.

Qiao Mu raised his eyebrows, looked at the little girl intently, reached out and pinched her soft face, "What's wrong?"

Her face was wet, she had just washed her face, and she had a bunny-eared headband on her head.

Ling Zihuan blinked, furrowed his brows, and a flash of concern flashed in his dark eyes, "Second Uncle, aren't you happy?"