Chapter 923: Knowing (3)

However, Mu Xiaochen just went in for a while, and there was a knock on the door.
"Young master, little lady!"
When Xixia night walked out of the bedroom, she heard the voice of Wang Jie coming from the outside. She went to the door and opened the door to see that Wang Jie stood outside.
"what happened?"
Xi Xia night, some doubts looked at Wang Jie who stood outside the door.
"Little lady, Master Amo and Miss Ling Shi came, very anxious look, they said to find the young master, just downstairs!"
Wang Jie looked at Mu Ling’s face with some wrong faces. She did not dare to delay and went straight to Mu Xiaochen’s summer night report.
Amo and Ashi?
Xi Xia night listened, the moment is also a glimpse, the mind immediately crossed the words that the man said to her in the car before, and there is some bottom in my heart, this is with Wang Jie, "You let them go directly to the study, By the way, a few cups of Pu'er tea come up."
"Okay, little lady!"
Not waiting for Wang's voice to fall, Xi Xia night has turned back to the bedroom, took a thin coat and simply draped over the shoulder, and then went to the study.
After a while, Amo and Mu Lingshi have already come up.
"sister in law!"
Mu Ling’s face was a bit pale, and the whole person looked a little embarrassed. After sweeping a circle, he continued to ask,
What about my brother?

Xi Xia night pulled the jacket on the shoulder and looked at the couple who were in front of him. They also looked behind Mu Ling’s poem, and Amon’s worried look.
"He is still taking a bath, advanced study."
Said, he took the lead to go to the study.
Mu Ling Shi and Amo also followed closely. Wang Jie also quickly brewed four cups of good Pu'er tea and came in, and there were some snacks.
"sit down!"
On the summer night, she pointed her finger at the sofa and motioned for them to sit.
Mu Ling Shi and Amo also sat down silently.
"The big night is still coming over. Is there anything that can't be said tomorrow? It's raining outside."
Xi Xia night also sat down opposite them. When Mu Ling’s face stood still slightly wet, she handed her a paper towel.
"Xie Zizi."
Mu Lingshi took over, and some of his looks raised his hands and wiped the wetness on his face. While turning his head to look at the floor-to-ceiling windows, I saw a black lacquered outside, and the raindrops of the beans were still screaming wildly. Glass window.
"How come you?"
Not waiting for them to say the last sentence, there was a slightly hoarse voice in the ear, and several people looked up and saw that Mu Chenchen was wearing a black robe and walked leisurely. Come in.
"brother!"
Seeing Mu Chenchen's figure, Mu Lingshi also stood up anxiously, pinching the document in his hand, and Mei Lan stared closely at the admiration that came over. "Brother, tell me, these Isn't it really right? What is the similarity and what is the match? I can't be the daughter of Gu Qizhen! I am not!"
There is an unspeakable tremor in Mu Ling’s voice, and the eyes are full of weakness.
Mu Yanchen listened, but the footsteps were paused, and then he came over and sat down next to Xia Xia. The silent eyes were not salty and faint, and they met the eyes of Mu Ling’s poems. On the file in her hand.
"I also hope that as you wish, but it is true. Ling Shi, the person we have been looking for is exactly Qi Qi, and only he is the one we really want to find, he is your own father."
Mu Xiaochen’s low and exact words are like the judge’s trial hammer. It’s coldly knocking on the chest of Mu Ling’s poem. In an instant, Mu Ling’s poems heard his heartbreaking voice. The whole person was shocked and suddenly lost all The strength of the power, softened, the head only felt a faint!
Heart cramps, suffocation, it seems that even breathing feels a lot of pain.
"Ling poetry, are you okay?"
"A poem!"
Amo and Wu Xia were worried about watching Xi Ling night.
"This... how is this possible? How is it possible? How could it be him?"
Mu Lingshi’s frustration was entirely supported by Amo, and he muttered,
I am the daughter of Gu Qizhen? He is the one I have been looking for?

After a while, I took a deep breath and rubbed my hands with my hands. For a moment, there was a warm moistness in my palm. Then, the crying that suppressed the bitterness could no longer be suppressed.
"Why... why is he... what am I doing wrong? Why..."
"Ling poetry, well, don't be sad, don't be sad! Know it, don't you still have us? We are always there!"
Seeing her sad, Amo also had some pain in her eyes. She quickly took her whole person into her arms, and there was a sour throat in her throat. The clumsy comforting voice, Ling Shi fell in his arms, crying in tears. However, people have a feeling of heart.
The repressed cry came, and I watched it in the summer night, and there was some pain in my heart. There was a faint faintness in the star, and I turned my head to look at the man around me. Mu Xiaochen also cast a deep and unpredictable look, it is not difficult to capture such a trace of sorrow from his eyes.
Seeing that her eyes were slightly red, he reached out and gently grasped her hand on her lap, giving silent comfort.
However, Xi Xia Xing Xing Hao has been a bit embarrassed, had to take a deep breath, don't go too far, even after a few eyes, it is considered to ease, and then handed a paper towel to Mu Ling Shi, slightly The hoarse voice said, "Well, don't cry, no matter how, there is no way to change the facts. I have never dared to tell you with your brother, I am worried that you will be like this, A Shi..."
It was the first time in the summer night to stop the sound of Mu Ling’s poetry.
I don't know how long it took, Mu Lingshi sucked his nose, his eyes were red, and Amo's chest clothes were soaked.
"He is not your biological father, it doesn't matter. Ling Shi, you just have to remember what I said to you. Your father is Mu Tangchuan, my mother is Zhuang Shurong, I am your big brother, always. Now, Or in the future, no matter what happens, this will never change."
Mu Yuchen secretly sighed and looked at Mu Lingshi.
Mu Lingshi just nodded silently, dumbly said, "I am just a little sad, since it is him, obviously so close, he can actually look at it for so many years! He must have known me and Ling The day, but he never asked us... my mother is not willing to say his name to death... How can I have such a parent? How can I have such a parent? How many times do you meet under the nose? He can be indifferent..."