The favorite of the wealthy group: Gu Shao has a soft spot

Wooden villa.

Mu Wanqing was restless at home, staring straight at the courtyard outside the floor-to-ceiling windows.

Since receiving the news yesterday afternoon, she couldn't calm down for a moment, and her mind was full of whether Gu Yanze would come to her door.

At this moment, the silver car was parked in the yard, and Mu Wanqing was torn between wanting to keep following Zhong Qing, but worried that she was already on guard.

"Wanqing, what are you in a daze for?"

Suddenly, Grandpa's voice came from her ear.

Mu Wanqing's face froze, and immediately changed into a gentle and pleasant expression.

"Grandpa, you came home so early today, isn't the company very busy recently?" She smiled sweetly, hiding her emotions tightly.

When the old man entered the door, he also noticed that Sun Nu was in a trance, and he didn't want to see her return to her usual appearance in a blink of an eye.

It is said that they are relatives in the next generation, and the Mu family is no exception.

Although the old man Mu secretly investigated Mu Wanqing's life experience secretly, but he remained the same emotionally.

Looking at his granddaughter's forced smile, Old Man Mu casually said, "I have a social event at night, so I will go home and rest if I have nothing to do during the day."

As he spoke, he walked to the sofa and sat down, and asked with concern: "Wanqing, grandpa sees that you are very preoccupied, what's going on?"

Unexpectedly, at the age of old man Mu, his eyes are quite sharp. Mu Wanqing's eyes flickered, and she pretended to be stupid and asked: "Is there? I'm just bored and in a daze..."

The old man Mu looked kindly in front of her, and his tone was gentle and caring: "You see your little face is pale, and you are still stubborn in front of grandpa."

Mu Wanqing raised her hand and caressed her cheek, slightly pouted her small mouth, and said, "Oh, it may be that I caught a cold with the window open last night, and when I woke up, I felt exhausted."

She leaned her head on the old man's shoulder coquettishly, pretending to be intimate to dispel Grandpa's doubts.

Hearing that his granddaughter was unwell, old man Mu couldn't help but feel distressed.

The old man Mu frowned and looked at Mu Wanqing's face, stretched out his hand to cover her forehead, and muttered in his mouth: "Oh, why are you so careless, let grandpa see if you have a fever!"

In some people, excessive anxiety can lead to sympathetic nerve excitement, which can lead to elevated body temperature and a series of stress reactions.

Mu Wanqing made a mistake, and the old man felt a little hot when he touched her forehead, and he suddenly became anxious.

"Look! You really have a fever. Grandpa will accompany you to the hospital." Old Mu said anxiously.

"Go to the hospital? No need, no need, I'll just take a fever-reducing medicine."

Even though she was acting, Mu Wanqing didn't have the energy to go to the hospital and got up to find a home medicine kit.

Old man Mu also stood up and followed behind his granddaughter. He was relieved when he saw that she had swallowed the antipyretics.

"Wanqing, go back to your room and rest. You'll be fine after you sleep and sweat." Old man Mu kept nagging out of caring for his granddaughter.

Mu Wanqing enjoyed this pampering, squinted her eyes and smiled back: "I've grown up, grandpa don't have to worry about me."

But to old man Mu, Mu Wanqing is always the little girl who likes to snuggle by his side and pester him to tell stories.

"I'm not worried about you. I'll ask Mother Liu to cook ginger soup for you later." Old Mu's words were full of love.

After being sent back to the room by her grandfather, Mu Wanqing lay on the bed and breathed a sigh of relief.

Fortunately, the old man Mu didn't notice the abnormality. As for the anti-fever medicine, he took it anyway, and he wouldn't eat dead people anyway.

Because Mu Wanqing was tossing and turning last night, she woke up and opened her eyes to find that it was evening.

She got up from the gloom, looked at the setting sun outside the window, and sighed that she couldn't grasp the action of love today.

Pulling on the slippers and walking out of the room, Mu Wanqing found that the old man had already gone out to socialize, so she walked around the living room and went back to pick up the phone.

After a while, Mu Cuiping received her call and came to Mu's old house. While the old man was not at home, the two had a secret conversation in the room while waiting for dinner.

"What should I do? The person I sent to follow was caught by Gu Yanze yesterday, and it is said that he cut his neck with a knife..."

Mu Wanqing sat by the bed helpless, rubbing her fingers in great annoyance.

Knowing this, Mu Cuiping's eyes darkened, she gritted her teeth and said, "This Gu Yanze is really ruthless in his attacks. Since you have already startled the snake, then you stop for two days and then follow Zhong Qing."

"That can't be done. Now is the critical period. I'm afraid of missing important information. What if she remembers what happened back then?" Mu Wanqing was as anxious as an ant on a hot pot.

Although Mu Cuiping has always cared about Mu Wanqing, but she is still young after all, and will be in chaos when encountering things.

Mu Cuiping smiled slyly, and said confidently: "What are you afraid of? The enemy is clear and we are dark, you just need to stabilize grandpa first."

"Understood, Grandpa doesn't seem to be doing anything these few days, he probably won't be suspicious anymore." Mu Wanqing's tone was uncertain.

"Never mind him, we must remain unchanged to cope with all changes." Mu Cuiping offered advice.

At present, Mu Wanqing still doesn't know that old man Mu took her blood serum for testing, but she is full of vigilance about the last family meeting.

As for Mu Cuiping, as a collateral branch of the Mu family, it is inconvenient for her to command in the open, so she can only be a military adviser behind the scenes.

Not long after, the two went downstairs to have dinner together. At the dinner table, Mu Wanqing called Mu Cuiping her aunt.

They seemed to have a close relationship, and the servants at home did not have any suspicions.

At the same time, when Zhong Qing woke up in the dark room, she realized that she had slept for so long.

Sitting up slowly, she looked surprised at the furnishings in the room.

"Huh? Why did I fall asleep in my brother's bedroom..."

Zhong Qing scratched her nose in a daze, not having much memory of what happened before.

But she soon remembered that Zhou Mu'an had come in the morning, and the image of Gu Yanze hugging her vaguely appeared in her memory.

After getting out of bed and leaving the room, she heard the sound of cooking from the kitchen when she went out.

"Why does it smell like this, it seems like something is burnt!"

Zhong Qing followed the smell to the kitchen in astonishment, and saw Zhou Mu'an cooking dinner in full swing.

"So you can cook!" she asked in surprise.

After waving the spatula to stir fry a few times, Zhou Muan turned his head triumphantly: "Of course, I can go to the hall and go to the kitchen!"

In fact, her cooking skills were all honed while studying abroad. Unfortunately, her skills are limited, and she is limited to cooking noodles and stir-fried vegetables.

Zhong Qing looked at the dining table, and saw three dishes on the table, and an insulated lunch box next to it.

In an instant, she understood that Zhou Mu'an wanted to deliver food to Zhong Zong by cooking himself.

His eyes shifted to the trash can not far away, and Zhong Qing saw a lump of black and splotchy objects inside.

"What is this dark?" She walked to the trash can and asked curiously.

Zhou Muan put the last dish out of the pan, glanced at the trash can, and responded briskly: "Oh, I burned the fish just now, your pot is really bad!"

Hearing her complaint, Zhong Qing couldn't laugh or cry.

Not to mention the pot at home, even if the fish is roasted on the fire, it is not impossible to recognize the shape.

After dinner was ready, Zhou Mu'an took out some dishes and put them into an insulated lunch box, and said with a smile: "It's good that you are fine, I have taken care of you for a day today, I haven't gone to the hospital yet, you should eat more by yourself."

Zhong Qing nodded speciously: "Okay, but don't you want to eat?"

Zhou Mu'an looked impatient while carrying the lunch box, and replied as he walked, "I've lost weight recently, so I don't eat at night!"

Immediately, the sound of closing the door came to the restaurant, Zhong Qing saw Zhou Mu'an leaving in a hurry, turned his eyes and called Zhong Zong.

"Brother, what are you doing? You must not have dinner yet."

Zhong Zong lived in the ward and was flustered with idleness, leaning on the bed and lazily replied: "I don't want to eat, since I lie in bed from morning to night, how can I have an appetite."

Zhong Qing hid her mouth and sniggered, hinting with deep meaning: "Well, Mu An is on his way to the hospital, wait a while and be gentle with her!"

Hearing that Zhou Mu'an was coming over, Zhong Zong said in an unlovable tone: "What is she doing here again, I don't want to listen to her long-winded speeches anymore. To be honest, I really don't have such a big alcohol addiction. I don't drink because of company ghosts. !"

Zhong Qing is also helpless to her brother. Seeing that he is going to be in his thirties, but he has not seen him take a girlfriend home for many years.

If she didn't know Zhong Zong like the back of her hand, she would definitely think that there is something wrong with his sexual orientation.

"Please, Mu An is also the apple of the Zhou family's eye. She's giving you free psychological counseling for the past two days, and she's still taking care of you in the hospital. Even if you don't appreciate her, there's no need to hate her..."

Zhong Qing lashed out at Zhong Zong, and didn't stop until he surrendered.

Facing his sister's verbal bombardment, Zhong Zong agreed helplessly: "Okay, okay, can't I treat her better? Buy a gift for her after I'm discharged from the hospital."

"That's more or less the same!" Zhong Qing raised her lips and smiled.

That night Zhou Mu'an came to the hospital with a loving dinner, seeing Zhong Zong lying alone in the ward, he felt very uncomfortable.

"Sorry, I'm late, I've been with Xiaoqing today..."

At this point, Zhou Mu'an quickly swallowed the second half of the words.

"By the way, I cooked food at your house, so hurry up and eat it while it's hot."

Fortunately, she braked in time. If Zhong Zong knew that her diary had been peeped, which would cause Zhong Qing to have a headache, he would have to drive her out on the spot.

As Zhou Muan said, he put the insulated lunch box on the cabinet, and after opening it, the aroma of the food permeated the ward instantly.

Zhong Zong really didn't have much appetite, and Zhou Mu'an's cooking skills were still at an elementary level, so he almost couldn't hold back his venomous tongue.

"Is this the dish you cooked?" He asked with disgust on his face.

Zhou Mu'an smiled, picked up the dish with his own hands and brought it to his mouth: "Well, try it to see if it suits your taste?"

Zhong Zong was fighting fiercely in his heart. He has been extremely picky about food since he was a child, and he has no interest in the over-fried vegetable on the chopsticks.

Thinking about Zhong Qing's entrustment on the phone, he didn't want Zhou Mu'an to complain to his sister afterwards, so he reluctantly opened his mouth.

Glancing at his expression of chewing carefully, Zhou Muan asked excitedly: "Is it delicious? The doctor said you should eat a light diet. I studied the recipe for a long time."

Zhong Zong squeezed out a smile after eating, and appreciated reluctantly: "It's delicious, I didn't expect you to be talented in cooking!"