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After the little girl called Cong Yufan, she turned her small face to look at Mo Sheng, and suddenly called out, "Daddy!"

Cong Yufan didn't expect that the little cutie would be willing to call Mo Sheng that way. When she was in the Qu family, she tried to teach her, but the child was shy and quiet, and he didn't want to call out to anyone except Qu Xiaran.

But I didn't expect that this child would take the initiative to call out to Mo Sheng.

At this moment, Cong Yufan looked at Little Cutie with some astonishment, and also looked at Mo Sheng with some astonishment.

And after Mo Sheng heard the little daughter's cry, although there was a look of surprise on his face, it was quickly replaced by a smile on his lips.

"good."

Mo Sheng reached out and rubbed the bangs on the little cutie's forehead with deep pampering.

Maybe it was because of what happened in the morning that the cutie got closer to Mo Sheng and Cong Yufan, and then the two little girls fell asleep in her arms.

Cong Yufan couldn't bear to wake them up, so he gave up the position on one side and let the two children sleep side by side.

Two cute and innocent little faces, exuding a strong childishness, they are sleeping together, people can't help but love them.

"Mo Sheng, why did I pass out?"

When Cong Yufan tucked the quilt up for the two little guys, she turned around and asked Mo Sheng who was standing behind him inexplicably.

Just when she turned around, Mo Sheng suddenly raised her hand and hugged her in his arms.

The strength in his hand gradually tightened, but he didn't answer her question.

"Mo Sheng, what's wrong?"

Cong Yufan leaned in his arms in confusion. At this moment, she didn't know how worried Mo Sheng was about her illness, nor how much Mo Sheng was afraid of losing her in his heart.

Even though he was afraid in his heart, but the final result didn't come out, he couldn't tell Cong Yufan.

Now it is necessary to hide it from her and keep her from knowing about her condition.

"fine."

Mo Sheng raised his hand to rub her hair, and whispered calmly in her ear.

Hearing what Mo Sheng said, Cong Yufan didn't know why, but he didn't believe it.

She felt that Mo Sheng today was a little abnormal, something was wrong.

Thinking of this, she couldn't help but frowned slightly and looked at Mo Sheng, and asked with a puzzled look,

"Mo Sheng, do you have something to hide from me?"

Seeing Cong Yufan staring at her with clear eyes, Mo Sheng stared deeply at her little face, then slightly parted her lips, and said with a little helplessness,

"Fool, you fainted because you were emotionally unstable due to the stimulation. Fortunately, the child is fine, and you still have our child in your belly. No matter what happens in the future, don't get emotional, you know?"

Hearing Mo Sheng's explanation, Cong Yufan didn't continue to ask.

She nodded thoughtfully, then leaned into his arms and said softly, "Well, I'm sorry Mo Sheng, I should take good care of myself and protect our child."

"It's good to know."

Mo Sheng raised his hand to stroke her hair, and hugged her tightly.

But at this time, on the other side, Qu Jia.

Since old man Qu passed away, Qu Xiaran asked the hospital to take care of it and sent someone to send him back to Qu's villa.

The Qu family's old house.

This place has always been lived by old man Qu, so as soon as he entered the gate, Qu Xiaran seemed to be able to feel the majesty of his father living here.

He looked around the hall of the villa, and every place that was furnished was both familiar and unfamiliar.

Although it is unfamiliar, it is somewhat familiar. This familiarity seems to be filled with the taste that my father touched before his death. People can't help but miss it.

Qu Xiaran walked into the hall in a daze, and Lin Weiwei followed her with red eyes. In the hall, there was already a rosewood coffin prepared by Butler Cui.

At this time, the medical staff of the hospital behind carried a stretcher and sent Mr. Qu, who seemed to be sleeping on the stretcher, into the coffin.

When everyone hurriedly sent Mr. Qu into the coffin, everyone in the Qu family had a heavy look on their faces.

Butler Cui didn't expect the master to be fine in the morning, and he didn't expect to lose breath after he came back.

Seeing the old man lying quietly on the stretcher, he couldn't help but rushed to cry.

The medical staff quickly pulled him away, and then slowly sent Mr. Qu in.

Steward Cui has been by Mr. Qu's side since he was young. He has always taken care of Mr. Qu's daily life and food. During the past 30 years of getting along with him, he has treated Mr. Qu as a relative. Now that Mr. Qu left before him, he has already I couldn't help but burst into tears.

"Master, I'm Lao Cui, didn't you let Lao Cui wait for you at home? Why did you sleep?..."

After the medical staff left, Steward Cui climbed beside the coffin, sobbing and choking.

Steward Cui is now nearly 60 years old. He thought that he would go ahead of the master, but he didn't want the master to take a step ahead of him. For a while, he still found it difficult to accept.

Even though the second young master called him a few hours later to order him to prepare the coffin and bowl, he still couldn't believe it.

He made mental preparations, but when he saw the appearance of the master with his own eyes, he couldn't help crying bitterly.

Qu Xiaran looked at this scene with dull eyes, as if she had lost her soul.

Lin Weiwei stood beside her and held back her tears. She raised her hand to cover her lips, and tears fell silently from the corners of her eyes.

In the hall, Steward Cui's suppressed sobs could be heard. All the servants of the Qu family formed a circle at the corner of the hall. Everyone's eyes were red. Seeing this scene, they couldn't help crying.

For a moment, the atmosphere in the entire hall suddenly became quiet and solemn.

A few seconds later, Qu Xiaran started to step up the stairs, step by step.

He seldom goes back to Qu's house, only when there are festivals, he will come back.

But now, he suddenly wanted to see every place here clearly. Taking advantage of the presence of his father here, he couldn't help but want to stay a little longer.

He went up to the second floor, and based on his memory, he found Qu's father's bedroom.

When he opened the door, he didn't turn on the light directly. As soon as he opened the door, he could smell the smell of Qu's father's living inside. Everyone's room will have his own smell, Qu's father's There was a majesty in the air.

After the door was pushed open, the light from the corridor was projected in, and the light in the whole room seemed to be brighter all of a sudden.

Even if the lights are not turned on, you can vaguely see the furnishings inside.

Qu Xiaran stepped in, his steps were light and slow, he didn't know how long it took him, how much courage he had, to have the strength to walk in.

He has never been to this place.

But now, he's in.

But he came in when he was not around.

His brush on the table, the rosewood bedside table, is a familiar touch.