Xiao Ai smiled, "It's nothing, I just want to know her and then prepare a surprise for her on her birthday."

surprise?

Miswen almost thought he was having auditory hallucinations.

Xiao Aixing didn't like Mu Qingli. How could she think of preparing a surprise for Mu Qingli?

Before Mi Siwen could speak, Xiao Ai continued, "Brother Wen, don't worry about that much. Just tell me if you can get her date of birth. If not, I will find a way to find someone else."

Misiwen licked her dry lips, "Ai Love, are you sure you are going to give her a surprise on Mu Qingli's birthday?"

"Of course!" Xiao Ai said seriously, "Or what do you think I want her birthday? Enemies should be resolved rather than to make them. I have thought about it. Instead of being so stiff with Mu Qingli, it is better to let her go and choose the least, and this is good for everyone!"

"Have you really figured it out?" Misiwen asked suspiciously.

Xiao Ai debuted for seven years, and Mi Siwen took her for seven years. He knew that Xiao Ai was not the kind of person who easily admits defeat. Today, she is really abnormal.

"Yes." Xiao Ai nodded, "I figured it out."

Mi Siwen thought for a while and then said, "Okay, I'll help you think of a solution tomorrow. It's getting late now. My ancestor, please go to bed early. There are still notices to rush tomorrow morning, so don't leave dark circles."

"Okay, thank you Brother Wen." Xiao Ai hung up the phone with satisfaction.

Fu Family Villa.

After dinner, Mu Qingli returned to the bedroom early. After taking a shower, she came out of the bathroom and was about to wipe her hair when a storm suddenly blew the storm in the house.

It was so squinting, a little cold.

Mu Qingli looked at the dressing table where the hanging spirit pallet was, then took out the incense burner and incense burning from the cabinet. Soon, the air was filled with the smell of burning incense.

At the same time, a transparent figure appeared in the air.

"Miss Mu, when will you take me to see my mother when you have time?"

Mu Qingli looked up at Tang Ling, "Give me your mother's phone number, I'll contact her first. If you just come up like this, it may be a little abrupt." Not only is it abrupt, but it may also be regarded as a lunatic.

Tang Ling suddenly lowered her head, "I don't remember my mother's phone number. My mother is only my daughter, but I don't even remember her phone number. I'm sorry for her." At the end, Tang Ling almost choked and burst into tears, falling to the ground with tears.

I didn’t know how to cherish it when I was alive, but now I’m dead, I know how unfilial she was before.

She wanted to go back to the past. If time could go back, she would never let her mother be sad.

Unfortunately, she doesn't even have the ability to meet her mother now, let alone go back to the past

There are all kinds of medicines in this world, but there is no regret medicine.

"Stop crying, I will take you to find your mother tomorrow." Mu Qingli wanted to reach out and pat Tang Ling on the shoulder, but her fingers penetrated through Tang Ling's body.

Tang Ling didn't care about these details. She burst into tears and smiled, raised her eyes to Mu Qingli, "Miss Mu, will you really take me to find my mother tomorrow?"

"Yeah." Mu Qingli nodded, "By the way, where is your home? Isn't it far away?"

Tang Ling then said, "My mother is not at home tomorrow. She used to go to JK Club to relax every Tuesday. Why don't we go to JK tomorrow? Maybe we can see my mother there."

"JK Club?" Mu Qingli raised her eyebrows slightly, "Is it the jk with a high membership threshold?"

"Yes," Tang Ling nodded and said in disbelief, "Miss Mu, you don't have a JK membership card, right?"

Mu Qingli shrugged helplessly, "It's really not." The salary was not settled, and she could not even support a small bus, so she still had spare money to buy a membership card. Moreover, according to her understanding, JK's membership cards are all processed from 8 digits.

"What should I do?" Tang Ling's smile froze all the time. She was about to cry. Mu Qingli continued, "But don't worry, I know there must be someone, I just go and borrow it from him."

"That's good!" Tang Ling chuckled like a child, and then said, "Miss Mu, I really miss my mother. I haven't seen her for half a year."

When she was still alive, she wanted to leave her mother's sight immediately. She could not accept her mother's nagging, nor could she accept her mother's strict demands on her.

But when she left her mother forever, she realized that she regretted it

She hoped that all this was just a dream. After waking up, she would be her mother's good daughter obediently.

pity.

She can't go back.

"Don't be sad," Mu Qingli picked up a towel and wiped her hair. "You can stay here for a while, I'll go find someone to borrow a card."

"Okay." Tang Ling nodded.

Mu Qingli, wearing half-dry hair, walked towards Fu Lanshen's bedroom.

Before she could reach the bedroom door, she saw Su Yurou walking towards her.

Su Yurou must have just taken a shower, her hair was loose, and her body emitted a faint smell of shower gel. Her silk pajamas outlined a perfect curve.

"Miss Mu, are you going to find Master Qi?"

"Yes." Mu Qingli nodded slightly.

Su Yurou continued, "Miss Mu, Master Qi has fallen asleep now."

"Did you sleep so early?" Mu Qingli was a little surprised.

Su Yurou said respectfully, “Yes.”

She had observed carefully. Although Fu Lanshen had some ideas about Mu Qingli, the two of them were not as good as men and women. They had been together as uncles and nephews, and had never surpassed them.

Now, Mu Qingli suddenly wanted to see Fu Lanshen in the middle of the night, and she must have had some shameful thoughts. Of course, she had to stop her and not let Mu Qingli succeed.

"It's okay to sleep, I'll go in and take a look." Mu Qingli walked around Su Yurou and continued to walk forward.

She had promised Tang Ling that she would take her to see her mother tomorrow, so of course she could not break her promise at this time.

If Fu Lanshen really fell asleep, he would be screaming at that time. It would not be the first time she entered his bedroom.

Su Yurou didn't expect Mu Qingli to be so shameless. She said that Fu Lanshen was already asleep and Mu Qingli was going in! Isn't this intentional seduction?

After all, Mu Qingli is half the owner of this family, and Fu Lanshen is so pampering her. At this time, Mu Qingli insists on going in, and Su Yurou has no choice. She is just a servant's daughter, so she can't come forward to stop her, right?

So, Su Yurou could only watch Mu Qingli push the door and walk into Fu Lanshen's bedroom. For a moment, she was both envious and angry.

I envy Mu Qingli for being able to freely enter and exit every corner of this villa.

The angry mother did not give her a better identity. If she was born as a daughter, she would not have to rely on others to look at others’ eyes!

What people are born equal?

Some people are born as daughters, while others are born as servants’ daughters. Where is equality?

Su Yurou looked at Mu Qingli's back and a sarcastic curve appeared on the corner of her mouth.

Wait.

One day she will become the most enviable person to everyone!

As soon as Mu Qingli pushed the door and entered the bedroom, she saw Fu Lanshen standing by the desk on the windowsill practicing calligraphy.

Hearing the sound of movement, Fu Lanshen stopped writing and raised his eyes to look at the door.

"Uncle Qi, are you not asleep yet?" Mu Qingli looked at him in surprise.

"If you can't sleep, you can practice calligraphy." Fu Lanshen continued to lower his eyes and practice calligraphy.

Mu Qingli walked over and looked at the words on the paper, and a marvelous light appeared in her eyes.

It's true that the words are like the person.

Fu Lanshen's writing is written in a flash of clouds and water, like clouds and smoke, and it is completed in one go, with the momentum of sweeping away thousands of troops.

Every stroke is a domineering attitude that cannot be concealed.

After Fu Lanshen finished writing the last word, he put his pen down, looked up at Mu Qingli with a smile on his lips, "Do you want me to teach you?"

"No need," Mu Qingli said with a smile, "I will do this, too."

"How do you do?" Fu Lanshen raised his eyebrows slightly and handed the brush on the table to Mu Qingli, "Try it?"

Mu Qingli reached out to take the brush, "But I may not be as good as you wrote."

"It's okay," Fu Lanshen opened his thin lips lightly, "If I can't write well, I can guide you."

While speaking, Fu Lanshen quickly spread the rice paper and said, "Come and write."

Mu Qingli tilted her head and thought, "What words should I write?"

Fu Lanshen suggested, "Just write your own name."

"Okay." Mu Qingli nodded, waved her bare hands and wrote a majestic word "Glass" on the white rice paper.

It is different from learning small and medium-sized calligraphy in daily life. This is a very free and easy cursive cursive.

The combination of hardness and softness is combined, and the iron painted silver hook is like a galloping horse, unruly!

Compared with Fu Lanshen's calligraphy, it is not inferior at all.

Mu Qingli looked up at Fu Lanshen, curled her lips slightly and said, "Uncle Qi, what do you think?"

Fu Lanshen praised without hesitation, "The pen is full of ink, the beauty is strong, the bones are beautiful, and the writing is very good."

"Thank you." Mu Qingli opened her red lips lightly, and then said, "By the way, Uncle Qi, I came to you to borrow something from you."

Fu Lanshen asked, "What?"

Mu Qingli continued, "I don't know if you have a membership card for JK Club, I want to borrow it."
To be continued...