"I'm not a fool," Mu Qingli scratched her head and said a little aggrievedly: "I just didn't expect it to hurt so much..."

She regrets it too.

Who knew that the stairs didn't look very high, but it hurts so much when they rolled down.

Mu Qingli was wearing a blue and white striped wardrobe, with the top button not tied, revealing a faint delicate collarbone. She was wearing a cast on her other foot. She was already white. At this moment, she looked a bit like Lin Meimei’s sick beauty, which was very different from the usual ostentatious beauty.

"Does it still hurt?" Fu Lanshen half-kneeled on the outside of the co-pilot and carefully placed her plastered leg on the shelf inside.

Mu Qingli looked down at Fu Lanshen half-kneeling beside him, looking a little dazed, "It doesn't hurt anymore..."

She was used to seeing Fu Lanshen's lofty appearance, and had never seen Fu Lanshen so condescending.

He...is really a good elder.

What's going on when I suddenly feel a little moved?

After relocating the injured foot, Fu Lanshen stood up, closed the passenger door, walked around to the driver's seat, started the engine and drove away.

Fu Lanshen held the steering wheel in both hands, looked forward without looking sideways, his thin lips tightly pursed, and said nothing.

The atmosphere in the car was a little quiet.

It seems a bit embarrassing.

Mu Qingli swallowed her throat, turned her eyes to Fu Lanshen, and asked, "Uncle Qi, how did you know about this?"

Fu Lanshen did not shy away and said directly: "The Gu family has my people."

Mu Qingli nodded, her face as usual, but she had already thought of another thing in her mind.

The Gu family has his people...

Does that mean that he knew all the nonsense she and Wang Qing said a few days ago?

A few days ago, she said a lot of big talk...

Mu Qingli looked up at him and asked tentatively: "Uncle Qi, have you heard anything else these days..."

"What do you mean?" Fu Lanshen looked back at her.

"That's..." Mu Qingli was thinking about the words in her heart, "It's just some messy rumors."

Fu Lanshen's expression was as usual, and his thin lips opened lightly, "No."

Seeing him like this, Mu Qingli was inexplicably relieved.

That's right.

Men like Fu Lanshen should be disdainful of listening to the corners of the world.

Fortunately, he didn't hear those words.

Otherwise, she would not be able to wash it even if she jumped into the Yellow River.

Mu Qingli leaned lazily on the back of the chair, half-squinted her eyes, like a cat who was dozing off in the sun in the afternoon, making people unable to help but rub her furry head.

The car speed is very stable.

After a while, maybe it was too boring, Mu Qingli sat upright, leaned forward slightly, and turned on the car music player.

"Uncle Qi, do you mind if I play a song?"

"Don't mind, be careful." Fu Lanshen said without squinting.

Fu Lanshen has probably never used this musical instrument, and it only has a few ancient pure music.

Mu Qingli links to her mobile phone Bluetooth.

In an instant.

The pleasant singing filled the entire carriage.

Mu Qingli leaned back on the back of the chair, squinted her eyes, and then hummed, "The peach leaves are pointed at the tip, and the willow leaves cover the sky. The Ming grandpa in his position listens carefully to me..."

She likes this kind of small song, just like Peking Opera.

Mu Qingli's singing voice is gentle and has a silence. It sounds particularly nice when humming lightly, but it is actually infectious. It is not much inferior to the male voice in the car.

Fu Lanshen, who had never liked to listen to music, couldn't help but look at her side several times.

"I like listening to this song very much?" When Fu Lanshen listened to this song five times in a row, he finally couldn't help but ask.

"Yes," Mu Qingli nodded, "I am fascinated by Erye recently."

"Second Master?" Fu Lanshen frowned slightly.

"It's the person who sang this song, and fans call him Second Master." Mu Qingli explained.

"Do you like him too?" Fu Lan narrowed her eyes.

Mu Qingli nodded without any concealment, "Yeah, I'm very fascinated by Erye recently. Erye has a nice voice and looks handsome, especially when wearing that coat, it's simply..."

She said to herself without notice that Fu Lanshen's face had turned into a ball of ink.

[Cough cough.] Xiaobaba coughed a few times, and wanted to remind Mu Qingli.

"What's wrong?" Mu Qingli raised her eyebrows slightly.

【Look at the face of that master.】

Mu Qingli turned her eyes to Fu Lanshen, "Hasn't he always been like that?" In Mu Qingli's impression, Fu Lanshen's stern face was already used to it.

Xiaobaba continued: [Master Silver, didn't you notice that Seventh Master is a little strange?]

"What's so strange?" Mu Qingli asked back.

Xiaoba scratched her head, [I can't say it either, it just feels a little strange...]

Mu Qingli didn't care much about Xiaoba's words, and the car stopped at this time. Mu Qingli turned her eyes and looked out the window and found that she had arrived in Wallai Garden.

She was about to open the car door and get out of the car, but she saw that the car door was just opened, and at the same time, she was picked up.

Fu Lanshen hugged her and walked into the villa with big strides.

Mu Qingli hooked his neck and looked at him like that. A small baba suddenly rang in his ears, saying: "Uncle Seven."

"Yeah." Fu Lan pursed her deep red lips tightly, and a syllable was emitted from the depths of her throat, which was considered a response.

Mu Qingli continued to ask, "Are you angry?"

"No." Fu Lanshen said concisely.

How could he get angry?

He was just curious about how handsome the man in the lab coat was!

Is he handsome?

When he spoke, the sexy Adam's apple also slid up and down, looking extremely attractive.

Mu Qingli couldn't help it and stretched out a white finger and poked the Adam's apple, "Isn't it really not?"

Even she herself didn't realize that her movement was a little intimate.

Her throat is very hard, but her fingertips are very soft.

Fu Lanshen's expression was as usual, but his eyes were dimmed for a moment, and he was bottomless. He said in a low tone: "It's really not."

Mu Qingli withdrew her finger and frowned slightly, "Uncle Qi, what is in your pocket?"

"Hmm?" Fu Lanshen's face showed confusion, and his tail tone rose slightly.

"It's hard," Mu Qingli hooked his neck and tried to adjust a comfortable position, "It's so uncomfortable!"

"Mobile phone." Fu Lanshen's thin lips opened lightly.

Mu Qingli said in confusion: "Why is the phone so big?"

"Is it big?" Fu Lanshen's eyes were almost dripping ink, and his voice was hoarse.

"Well," Mu Qingli nodded slightly, frowned and said, "It seems to be a little hot? Why does your phone get hot?" Mu Qingli seemed to have grasped some point.

"Xiao M's mobile phone was born for a fever." Fu Lanshen continued: "Maybe it's about to run out of power."

"Oh." Mu Qingli nodded, without thinking much, just hooked his neck and moved again.

Wang Qing took advantage of the victory and pursued, "Since it is a matter of no evidence, why should you rely on A Ke?"

"Mom is right," Gu Changfeng walked in from outside, "Grandpa and grandma, everything must be paid attention to evidence. Since it is a matter of no evidence, why do you wrongly accuse your younger sister?"

"At that time, the only two of them were on the stairs. In addition to Mu Lanke, there was a third person who could push Nannan down?" Grandma Gu stood up and asked.

Wang Qing continued: "Didn't A Ke say that? She jumped down by herself and framed her again!"

"Bang!"

A loud noise suddenly came from the air.

Everyone was shocked and looked up. Grandpa Gu slapped the table hard and looked at everyone with a pale face.

Grandpa Gu is really angry now.

He was covered in fire.
To be continued...