Mrs. Huo's expression naturally leaned on Huo's father's arms, and she said softly: "Third young master, mourn!" ”

Zhan Muqing stood still, his eyes still staring coldly at Mrs. Huo, as if he wanted to see her through from the inside out.

"Third Young Master!"

Father Huo opened his mouth again, and finally recalled Zhan Muqing's sanity.

Zhan Muqing pursed his thin lips, and his originally bottomless eyes became a little scarlet.

"Mrs. Huo!" Zhan Muqing clenched his hands and said in a low voice, "I was rude just now, Mrs. Huo looks a lot like my late mother!" ”

Si Nian's face was not good-looking, and he took the initiative to hold Zhan Muqing's hand.

Resemble?

His own son said no, then it wasn't!

"Really?" Mrs. Huo pretended to be stunned, "But I heard that Sanshao's mother ......"

"She died more than a decade ago." Zhan Muqing spoke coldly, retracted his gaze indifferently, and hugged Si Nian's waist, "I'm missing!" ”

After speaking, he turned around and left with Si Nian.

Si Nian looked at Mrs. Huo blankly, feeling a little lost.

She was still thinking that if Zhan Muqing's mother was still alive, he would be very happy.

White is happy!

Seeing Zhan Muqing leaving, Mrs. Huo's eyes slowly turned red, and her heart throbbed fiercely.

She or whatever, he knows the truth and still hates her as a mother!

The hand was suddenly clenched by Huo's father, the man stared at her deeply, and smiled faintly: "Go home!" ”

Mrs. Huo's body stiffened, and she opened her mouth but couldn't speak.

"Whoever you are, I love you!"

"Boom-"

An explosive bomb exploded in Mrs. Huo's mind, and tears slowly slipped down the corners of her eyes......

——

Zhan Muqing's pace was a little fast, and Si Nian could barely keep up.

"War Muqing ......"

Hearing her voice, Zhan Muqing stopped, holding the child and staring at Si Nian condescendingly.

"She's not!" Zhan Muqing pursed his thin lips, and a cool voice sounded.

"Why are you so sure?"

Si Nian frowned, she always felt that Mrs. Huo was not simple.

"My mother accidentally injured herself with a knife when she went insane, and she had a long scar on her forehead. And Mrs. Huo, she has nothing on her face! ”

Apart from the roughly similar countenance, he could not find a trace of anything corresponding to his mother on her face.

"No hemorrhoids, no scars, not even the feeling of laughing."

So, she's not!

"Isn't it possible to get rid of the scar?" Si Nian spoke softly.

Zhan Muqing's gaze was a little colder, he reached out and hugged her into his arms, and smiled faintly: "It's enough for me to have you, understand?" ”

Si Nian licked his lips, not knowing how to comfort him, so he had to stay by his side quietly.

"Okay, Mr. Zhan!"

_

After the funeral of the old soldiers, hundreds of people from the Zhan family gathered in the hall.

When the old man dies, the war family must always have a helmsman.

It is understandable that the War Pastoral Court is the most suitable one!

"Third Young Master, it's time to hand over the power in your hands!"

"Yes, you hold so much power, do you want to rebel?"

"Since the old man did not leave any will, then the Zhan family will listen to the ...... of the eldest young master"

The old man next to him chattered one by one, Zhan Muqing raised his head impatiently, and said in a cold voice: "Are you finished?" ”

knew how fierce Zhan Muqing was, and suddenly no one dared to say anything.

Seeing this, Zhan Muting immediately stood up: "Since my father has no will, the Zhan family belongs to the three brothers. The power in the hands of the third child...... Deserved! ”

"Young Master—"

The people on the side are uncomfortable, and letting Zhan Muqing hold the power is equivalent to curbing their seven inches, what is the difference between it and when Zhan Lao is there?