Fast Travel Mystery Project

Chapter 247 The Double Strategy of Little Cutie and Little Cruelty ([-])
Chapter 273 The Boy

Musize held An Mo's hand and slightly raised it to protect the back of her head. He looked at her helplessly and dotingly, and saw that she was holding an expression of "the gift I received is much better than yours". The childish mentality kept laughing, so he calmly picked up the book on the armrest and continued to read.

An Mo laughed for a while before realizing that the people next to her had already read the book again, and realized that she was being ignored. She snorted dissatisfied, and got up to put some pots of green plants away.

As for those Buddha statues, incense burners, bracelets...

After all, it was the patient's heart, and the things were all pure and good things. An Mo decided to set aside a small room to house them. He could worship them when he had nothing to do, and his sincerity would reap the fruits of good deeds.

Musize shifted his eyes from the pages of the book to the busy An Mo, and suddenly felt the warmth of an old couple who have been together for many years. There was a hint of warmth in his eyes, and the idea of ​​getting married immediately rose in his heart.

This idea came suddenly, and disappeared quickly. Before it stayed in Musize's mind for a second, it was dispelled by a doorbell.

An Mo was still busy in the small room, and Mu Xize got up and opened the door. It was An Mo's first guest - the bald middle-aged uncle.

The man obviously still remembered Musize, and a smile of "Long time no see, I miss him very much" immediately appeared on his face, and his posture seemed to be almost nodding his head.

"Excuse me... is Master An at home?" The man hurriedly cut to the chase after exchanging a few words of greeting.

At the same time, An Mo asked from the small room: "Who's here?"

Musizer took two steps back and waved to a small head exposed by the door: "Come, I'm looking for your guest."

An Mo trotted over, tripped over the carpet in the middle and jumped forward, very similar to the falling posture that night, Musize hurriedly went up to hug her, flicked her forehead with his index finger, and said softly Rebuked: "Such a big man, he always falls when he walks."

The middle-aged man sighed enviously, with a lonely smile on the corner of his mouth.

In less than a minute since he entered the door, he has already felt a deep love from the subtle interaction between the two. In fact, sometimes there is no need for such a sweet confession and kiss, but this inadvertent expression His true feelings are the most touching.

"You two have such a good relationship," he sighed.

These words seemed familiar, An Mo suddenly thought of the little nurse in the emergency room that night, and smiled: "Yes, he is very good to me. Please come in, if you have anything to do, sit down and talk about it."

The middle-aged man looked at Musize who ran to the kitchen to make tea with An Mo without any regard for hospitality. He was not dissatisfied with being ignored, but was very relieved. He chatted with the two of them across the huge living room: "I once had a son, if he is still alive, he should be a few years older than you..."

An Mo paused when he put the tea leaves, then turned to look at the man, and saw that he was facing the window looking reminiscent, so he remained silent.

After a while, the man smiled wryly and said, "Look at me, I don't have anything to do with these things. Today I'm here to congratulate Master on his housewarming."

"It was picked by my daughter. I heard that the master and..." He put the gift box on the coffee table, thinking about how to address Musize, "...living with his lover, so he strongly asked for a sympathy knot, specially I brought it after I paid tribute to the temple.”

After speaking, he put another gift box on the coffee table: "I'm a businessman, and I don't understand what she said, 'Zi Yugui, Yishi Yijia', so I prepared another gift box, and I hope you like it."

Such a solemn visit to congratulate, and the gift is also very thoughtful, An Moshen felt a "deserved" feeling: "You are too polite, moving is not a big deal, and the gift is not about the price, I am satisfied Just fine."

Compared with those precious ornaments and utensils, the traditional Chinese handicraft with excellent meaning like the concentric knot won An Mo's heart, so she reciprocated the kindness on a whim, and after Musize brought the tea tray, she poured it Three cups of tea are handed to the middle-aged man:

"Vote for my wood peach and return it to Qiong Yao. I don't have anything suitable to give back to uncle now, so let's count it out for Qianyuan. Please choose a cup of tea to drink."

The man was naturally overjoyed at this kind of return gift. He chose a cup of tea with great care, took a sip, and let the fragrance of the tea permeate his mouth. It’s really exquisite.”

Mu Xize raised his eyebrows. Unexpectedly, this uncle looked greasy and vulgar, and there was actually some ink inside.

The tea was indeed not good tea. Neither of them had the hobby of drinking tea. This tea was given by the old man across from Anmo before they moved.

An Mo smiled noncommittally, focusing all his attention on the selected cup of tea and the uncle's luck, and opened his eyes after a while: "So the uncle's child was a twin..."

It was not the first time for a middle-aged man to witness An Mo's ability, but he was still full of admiration and said with emotion: "Yes, but..."

"But I died in an accident when I was young." An Mo took over the man's unspeakable pain, and wanted to do the math for his daughter, so he said a few more words when he mentioned this, "What is your son's birth date?"

Hearing the answer, An Mo closed his eyes again, and finally frowned, "This boy has a very good fortune, and has the ability to change your family's luck. At the age of six—”

When An Mo said this, his voice stopped abruptly.

The more the man listened, the more startled he became. He didn't doubt the accuracy and credibility of An Mo's words, but was terrified by the fact that his son didn't match his destiny. He couldn't wait to interrupt An Mo's thinking, and his body moved forward He gave five points and raised his tone and volume: "When he was six years old, he had a serious illness! Master, is there something wrong with this?!"

Musize was originally sitting on the sofa at the side a little further away. Seeing this, he buckled down the book, got up and poured another cup of tea to the middle-aged man: "That cup of tea is a bit cold, uncle, please drink this cup, please Take it easy."

After speaking, he sat down next to An Mo, sandwiched between the uncle and his girlfriend.

The middle-aged man looked at Mu Xize while taking the tea cup. He felt a strong pressure rushing straight into his brain, forcing him to be quiet and not dare to move. In the end, he closed his mouth tightly after opening it for a long time.

Musizer showed a satisfied smile, picked up a cup of tea and sipped it, the unhurried attitude made the middle-aged man dare not make mistakes, so he had to sip the tea, but he was anxious like an ant on a hot pot .

An Mo had already taken out the oracle bones and was fiddling with them at this time, looking like he was ready to fight. Then the uncle, his wife, and daughter's birthday horoscopes came, and immediately came to a result that made her feel angry.

　Be careful with ear piercing, my friends...especially those with scarred skin and those who are afraid of allergies...I had the surgery at [-] o'clock yesterday afternoon, and I started to have a fever at night...It's just...today my ears are still a little swollen...don't give me any hope

　　Thanks to ┆Splendidfireworks┆, Sundial Cat Lai Ye, Love Chocolate, Yi Ren Ru Meng, Pie Yan, Xiao Guo Guo and Xiao Gua Gua, Shirley Li19, thank you.

　　
　
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