After Participating in Intern Parents Variety Show with Movie Empress Mother

That night, Old Man Gu and Cen Yanjun were not in a calm mood.

Because just now, they learned that Mo Sui once gave birth to a daughter.

In other words, they had a granddaughter.

What does that child look like?

If Ping An grows up, will she now pester them to play games like An An?

Cen Yanjun had guessed before that her son had traveled so far to find Mo Sui, it must not be for trivial matters, but she never dreamed that it was for this reason.

Old Man Gu's face sank: "I said, the two of them are just fooling around. This is marriage, not a game for children to play. It's outrageous that this Mo Sui didn't even tell Yicheng that he was pregnant."

Cen Yanjun's heart was also very heavy, and advised: "Think about it from her point of view, they had already broken up at that time, and it was not her style to get back together for the children after the breakup, and in her opinion, this was not from Yicheng either. Style. An actress, at the peak of her career, quietly hid and gave birth to a child. She has gone through so many things, and it is not easy enough for her. We are grandparents, they are the parents of the child, and now we are in our hearts How uncomfortable it is to fall on them is doubled, even a hundredfold."

Old Man Gu lowered his head to clean up the chessboard, as if he had to find something to do to make himself feel better.

"I don't blame this kid," he said, "I just feel angry and distressed. The young people today are really different from what we used to be. In our time, the two of us were unhappy if something happened. Yes, even if I run, I have to go to your house to make it clear. What about them? Nowadays, there are cars, planes, telephones and mobile phones, and the Internet is still so developed, but why do they say that they will not be contacted if they don’t?”

Cen Yanjun was also very emotional.

Fortunately, after going around for so many years, they can finally be honest with each other.

However, thinking of the child who once existed, her heart was a little sour.

Old Man Gu stood up again and walked around the living room with his mobile phone.

What his son meant just now was to suspect that the death of that child was not an accident.

If this is the case, their Gu family will never spare the person who made this cruel hand, and the other party must be punished by the law.

Although the child is no longer there, her parents and grandparents must let the truth of the year come to light.

Mr. Gu lowered his head and dialed.

Cen Yanjun looked surprised: "Are you really familiar with funeral homes and crematoriums?"

"I called Director Pan of the Civil Affairs Bureau. The funeral home is affiliated with the local Civil Affairs Bureau!" Old Man Gu said angrily.

...

Early the next morning, Gu Yicheng rushed to the Beicheng Funeral Home.

The answer given by Director Pan is the same as what the president of the First People's Hospital said yesterday.

They said that after so many years, they really could not remember whether there was such a child at that time. But the bureau and the courtyard are doing things according to the rules, so there should be no mistakes.

The thread ends here.

"Xiao Gu, your dad called me last night and mentioned this matter. I understand that it's hard for you to accept all this, but people can't be resurrected from the dead. I'm sorry." Director Pan patted his shoulder and said.

After walking out of the funeral home, Gu Yicheng's cell phone rang just in time.

It was Ann calling.

The little guy's voice was sweet: "Dad, where have you been?"

Gu Yicheng placed the camera of his mobile phone lower, facing his face, with a gentle smile: "Dad went out to do some errands, and will be home soon, does An An miss her father?"

He opened the car door, got into the car, and prepared to go home early to accompany the children.

However, the little dumpling's fleshy face pointed at the camera of the phone watch, and said softly, "Dad go to work, and mother takes An An out to play!"

"An An, put the small kettle on your back." Mo Sui's gentle voice came.

An An said solemnly, "Dad, see you tonight!"

In the blink of an eye, the video call was hung up.

Gu Yucheng: ...

It sounds like An An doesn't really want him to go home.

His little padded jacket leaked again.

On the other side, An An put the small kettle on his back and sat on the ground wearing shoes.

Mo Sui squatted in front of her, helped Xiao Tuanzi tie her shoelaces, and hooked the tip of her nose: "Dad is at work, why did you call him again?"

An An tilted her head: "I didn't bother Dad."

Mo Sui smiled and rubbed her hair: "But he should really hope to be disturbed by us."

Director He agreed to Mo Sui's holiday, but only for two days.

Mo Sui promised An An that during these two days, she would accompany the child to wherever she wanted to go.

Originally, he wanted to go with Gu Yicheng, but he seemed to be very busy. When he woke up in the morning, he was nowhere to be seen.

"Before going out to play, An An has to accompany her mother to a place." Mo Sui said.

An An is very patient and cooperates with her mother unconditionally.

She sat in the safety seat, looking out the window at the unfamiliar scenery, and then looked at the position of the co-pilot.

"Mom, when can An An sit in that seat?"

"Twelve years old. When you grow taller and can wear an adult's seat belt, you can sit in the co-pilot's seat."

"Is twelve years old?"

Mo Sui thought about it carefully and told her, "Soon."

In the past, she always felt that every day was difficult, and she didn't know when it was a head, but now, she doesn't think so.

A family of three accompany each other, and time will pass in the blink of an eye.

And every day is worth looking forward to.

Mo Sui took An An to Shenghua Film and Television.

Early in the morning, Fu Changming called her directly and asked her to talk about the details of the variety show.

The car was parked at the entrance of Shenghua Film and Television Office Building.

"Miss Mo, I'll help you park the car. President Fu is waiting for you in the office." The young and beautiful female secretary leaned over, tapped the car window, and said with a smile.

Mo Sui gave the car key to the female secretary and took An An out of the car.

The front desk lady swiped her card in the elevator and took her to Fu Changming's office on the top floor.

"An An, sit here and wait for your mother, okay?" Mo Sui pointed to the sofa outside the office and asked.

"Okay." The little dumpling climbed onto the sofa, raised his little feet, and curiously observed everything around him.

Is this the company? An An came to the company for the first time to play, but it didn't seem to be fun here.

Mo Sui entered the office.

Fu Changming said with a smile, "Little Mo, you are finally here."

He got straight to the point and introduced Mo Sui to the variety show that he had mentioned before.

This is a role-playing reality show. The show is in the form of recording and broadcasting. The producer hopes that Mo Sui will participate in it and serve as a judge.

"Little Mo, I want to discuss something with you." Fu Changming said, "This is a reality show, but it's also a talent show. The actors who are selected can get the film contract. There are many actors now, and what is lacking is A chance, I wonder if you are willing to give them this chance?"

Fu Changming's meaning is very clear.

Although Mo Sui is a judge, she can't give judgement opinions according to her own ideas. She has to choose actors according to the arrangement of the program team.

"That is to say, although I am a judge, the contestants I choose, and even my judgment on their acting skills, must be interpreted according to the script." Mo Sui's tone became cold.

Fu Changming smiled: "It's my old friend who runs this variety show. I can still trust his character. Even if you want to plug people into the show team, it won't be too outrageous."

"Mr. Fu, you should find someone else." Mo Sui said.

The smile on Fu Changming's lips froze slightly.

"You know me, you can't speak out of conscience." Mo Sui said calmly, and looked at An An outside the office. At this time, there was an adult standing beside Xiao Tuanzi, chatting with her.

This child is becoming less and less afraid of giving birth.

You must know that before, she just blinked her eyes when she saw everyone, and didn't dare to speak loudly.

"In other words, you asked me to help you turn off this show?" Fu Changming's body leaned forward slightly, his aura was overwhelming.

Mo Sui smiled: "Mr. Fu, don't embarrass me."

The atmosphere seemed to suddenly stalemate.

The corners of Mo Sui's mouth rose slightly, revealing a bit of a smile, but the smile did not reach his eyes.

The two looked at each other for a long time, but Mo Sui didn't turn his eyes away and looked at him quietly.

She can't give in, and she can't make money with unconscionable conscience. This circle is already smoky enough. Although she has no ability to change the status quo, she will not sink with capital.

I don't know how long it took, and hearty laughter came from the office.

"Little Mo, I really didn't see you wrong." Fu Changming's tone was kind, he stretched out his hand and pointed at Mo Sui, as if he couldn't do anything about her, "Actually, long before you refused, I had already helped you to refuse. my friend."

Mo Sui smiled slightly.

Fu Changming wasn't so busy. If it was what he said, he couldn't have asked her to come over.

Now, he is just me finding myself a step down.

"Since that's the case, then I'll take the child back first." Mo Sui said.

Fu Changming nodded, stood up and made a "please" gesture: "I'll see you off."

At this time, on the sofa outside the office, An An looked up at a beautiful aunt with her small face up.

The other party looked beautiful, wearing a long white dress, and his long hair was rolled up and fell on his chest.

Seeing An An, she squatted down with a smile and said, "Where did such a cute little kid come from?"

An An tilted her head: "My mother brought me here."

The other party smiled: "Who is your mother?"

An An raised her head, just in time to see Mo Sui coming out, and said happily, "That's my mother!"

"Yuge, why are you here?" Fu Changming came over and put his arms around her waist and introduced to Mo Sui, "This is my wife, Jiang Yuge. She has been living abroad for so many years, and she just returned to China yesterday."

Jiang Yuge snuggled into her husband's arms, smiled and said, "Are you Mo Sui? I often hear Changming mention you. He said that you are the most talented actor he has ever seen."

Mo Sui was the wife of Fu Changming for the first time.

She smiled and nodded: "Mrs. Fu."

"Call me Yuge." Jiang Yuge's voice was very nice, soft as a light wind and drizzle.

Several people chatted for a while, but An An yawned on the side before interrupting the conversation.

Mo Sui said, "The child is in a hurry to go out to play. Let's go first."

An An finally waited for this moment, "Da Da Da" and ran to press the elevator.

Mo Sui followed her footsteps, and the mother and daughter left Shenghua Film and Television holding hands.

Looking at their backs, Jiang Yuge said enviously, "It's great that the mother and daughter go out to play together."

"It's good to live a two-person world like us." Fu Changming touched her hair, took her hand back to the office, and said, "Why don't you rest at home? You're not in good health, and the jet lag hasn't reversed yet. Just running to my side is really worrying."

Jiang Yuge said softly, "I've had enough rest, it's boring to just lie down."

Fu Changming shook his head: "I really can't help you. Next time I'm bored at home, just call me and I'll be back."

Jiang Yuge responded softly, showing a happy smile.

Just when she entered the office, she turned back quietly and glanced at the direction Mo Sui and An An left.

She also really wants to have a child of her own, but unfortunately it will never be like this.

...

In the evening, Mo Sui took An An home.

The energy of the little dumpling is too strong. It seems that he doesn't know how to write the word "tired". As soon as he got home, he picked up the small puzzle and studied it.

Seeing that An An was having fun alone, Mo Sui went to the kitchen to prepare dinner.

In the past, when I lived on my own, I didn't have to think about three meals a day. I mostly ordered a salad. Even if I went into the kitchen, I didn't need to start a fire.

But things are different now. Children who eat well can grow up quickly.

"Mom, what are you eating today?" came the little milky voice.

"Mom shows the little greedy cat what's in the refrigerator." Mo Sui said with a smile.

It's just that she opened the refrigerator and was stunned for a moment.

There was nothing in it except a few eggs.

She joined the crew half a month ago and took An An away at that time.

After the child was picked up by Gu Yicheng, he stayed at his grandparents' house for a day, and went home yesterday after having a full meal.

Mo Sui and Gu Yicheng have been on and off, and have been together for many years, but they hardly ever lived together, except for the period when they participated in the show.

She thought that he had a regular schedule and took good care of herself, but it turned out that when she and the child were not at home, Gu Yicheng's three meals were just make-believe.

"Mom, isn't there anything delicious today?" The little dumpling ran over, looked at the refrigerator, and said in surprise.

Mo Sui came back to his senses and closed the refrigerator: "Let's go shopping. Mom is going to cook a big meal today."

"Okay!" An An nodded her head as positively as a chicken pounding rice.

She remembered that her mother made delicious food on the show, and it was delicious!

...

Mo Sui had never been to a vegetable market.

But for An An, grocery shopping is a matter of familiarity.

The little dumplings led the way to their mothers, and went to the vegetable stall for a while, and then went to buy meat and seafood.

The mother and daughter were quickly recognized. The uncles and aunts at the booth were very enthusiastic. Even if the children only bought one carrot, they would stuff a few more okra.

Mo Sui waved his hands desperately: "No, no, I can't finish it."

"Daughter, why are you so polite! You can't finish eating and put it in the refrigerator!" Auntie is a straightforward person, and she stuffed them with a handful of green onions while she was talking.

Mo Sui was carrying plastic bags one by one, and she really didn't dare to be more polite, for fear that if she accidentally stuffed a bunch of them into her bags, she could only thank her.

After coming out of the vegetable market, the mother and daughter were so tired that they finally brought a pile of vegetables home.

When he got home, Gu Yicheng had already returned.

He hurriedly mentioned the plastic bag in Mo Sui's hand, took out the carrots and ten okra in An'an's pocket, and said with a smile, "Why do you buy so many vegetables? You will be returning to the set the day after tomorrow, buying so many vegetables and eating them again. Not finished."

"Buy more, you can eat it normally." Mo Sui said, "There is nothing in the refrigerator, how have you dealt with it these days?"

Gu Yucheng was stunned for a moment.

After he reacted, the corners of his mouth rose unconsciously.

She is learning to care about him.

At dinner that day, Mo Sui wrapped his arms around him and said that he would show his skills in front of the little dumplings.

An An is a loyal little fan of her mother, and her beautiful almond eyes immediately turned into star eyes, and she was looking forward to it.

Mo Sui entered the kitchen to cook, and the battle was particularly loud, and the sound of "bang bang bang dang dang" sounded again and again.

Gu Yicheng glanced inside several times.

"Dad, are you worried?" An An asked with her head tilted.

Gu Yicheng made a "shush" gesture on the little dumpling's mouth: "If mom's dinner is not delicious in a while, don't say it to An An, she will be sad."

An An frowned and said solemnly, "Why can't my mother's food be delicious?"

In her heart, her mother is the most powerful, even cooking, she is a culinary champion!

Gu Yicheng was amused by An An and pressed her head.

He used to think that he was Mo Sui's No. 1 fan, but now that An An is there, he can only resign.

"An An, wash your hands and eat." More than an hour later, Mo Sui's voice sounded.

For people who are not good at cooking, cooking is like fighting a war, and she can't stand the messy Nakajima.

Gu Yicheng hugged An An, washed her hands, and the father and daughter came to the table together.

There are many dishes on the table.

Steamed prawns, steamed egg, steamed eggplant, steamed tofu with minced meat, and a plate of steamed cod.

Mo Sui was a little proud, took off his apron and asked An An, "Are you amazing?"

"It's amazing!" The little dumpling exclaimed excitedly.

The voice fell, and seeing that his mother was looking at his father, the little dumpling asked again, "Does father think it's amazing?"

"Very powerful." In order not to dampen her enthusiasm, Gu Yicheng immediately nodded in cooperation, and at the same time went to the kitchen to prepare a plate of chili sauce.

That night, every dish on their table was eaten cleanly.

The little fan Anan's taste is not heavy, and the steamed dishes are very delicious to her, and the rice is cooked with relish with a small spoon.

Gu Yicheng, a big fan, thought these dishes were too bland, but because Mo Sui cooked it himself, he ate and ate, and he actually tasted it. Of course, the biggest contributor was the plate of chili sauce.

After dinner, clean up the tableware, the couple accompany the children to play the slide together.

The little dumpling climbed up the slide, slid down, and sat on the ground, looking back at his parents.

It wasn't until Mom and Dad clapped their hands together and said she was great that An An stood up shyly.

"What's so great about this..." She scratched her head.

Gu Yicheng and Mo Sui looked at each other.

Coaxing the child was too careless and was discovered.

At 8:30 in the evening, after playing until the last bit of power was drained, the little dumpling was finally willing to go back to the room to sleep.

"Are you asleep?" Gu Yicheng asked softly, leaning against the door of the master bedroom.

Mo Sui nodded, rubbed his aching shoulders, and came out of the room.

Playing with children for a day is more tiring than filming night scenes.

Gu Yicheng looked at her and wanted to help her squeeze her shoulders, but when he raised his hand, he hesitated again.

He had been rejected too many times before, and for a while, he did not dare to act rashly.

When the two passed by, Mo Sui raised his head and saw his hands froze in midair.

She quickly realized what he was trying to do and couldn't help but laugh.

"I'm going to warm milk, do you want it?"

"I'll help you."

In the quiet living room, the couple stayed together, one holding a warm milk glass in his hand, while the other was cleaning up toys for An An.

They have lived awkwardly married for such a long period of time. Although the knot in their hearts has been untied, it is difficult to return to their original state for a while.

It's like, everyone wants to take a step forward, but doesn't have enough courage.

But they all know that things will slowly get better.

"Are you busy these two days?" Mo Sui broke the silence, coughed lightly, and took a sip from the milk cup, "I haven't seen you at home."

Gu Yicheng put An An's Barbie doll in the storage box, and when he heard her words, he paused.

After a while, he said, "I went to the First People's Hospital and the funeral home."

They said okay, this time, there can't be anything to hide.

Mo Sui's hand holding the milk cup tightened involuntarily. Because of too much force, her fingertips turned white.

When she raised her head again, she asked softly, "Why?"

Gu Yucheng expressed his thoughts.

The living room wall clock ticked.

After a long time, she found her own voice: "Have you found anything?"

Gu Yicheng shook his head: "The doctors in the hospital have faced too many births, old age, sickness and death, and have no impression of our children."

"Where's the funeral home?" Mo Sui asked with a trembling voice again.

Gu Yicheng still shook his head, stood up, gently took Mo Sui into his arms, and comforted in a low voice, "Maybe I think too much."

The steady heartbeat made her gradually calm down.

Her slender hands fell on his black shirt and tightened slightly.

Mo Sui did not expect that Mo Yaqin knew that she had secretly attended her father's funeral.

Countless thoughts emerged in her mind, almost entangled and knotted, she was a little dazed, and the speed of her heartbeat gradually increased.

Is this really something her mother can do?

Suddenly, she said, "Go to the hospital again. I have a picture of the child. Let's take the picture and ask the doctors and nurses."

"What if she is really so cruel?" Gu Yicheng asked.

"Even if the truth is cruel, we have to find out the answer." Mo Sui said, "Otherwise, the baby will blame me."

...

Early the next morning, Cen Yanjun and Mr. Gu received a call from Gu Yicheng to pick up An An.

"An An, you play with your grandparents first, and your mother will pick you up at night." Mo Sui said.

Cen Yanjun looked at Mo Sui worriedly.

Even though she tried her best to smile in front of her child, the tiredness in her eyes couldn't deceive anyone.

She and her wife have experienced strong winds and waves, but last night they couldn't sleep well because of their children.

Not to mention Mo Sui and Gu Yicheng, they are the parents of the child.

"Will it come at night?" An An tilted her head.

"Yes." Gu Yicheng promised seriously.

Mo Sui rubbed her hair: "I will definitely take An An home, or our An An little frog will not be able to sleep."

"The crew called me just now, and the director's uncle said that there will be no drama for me in the past two days, so I can rest for two more days and take care of my body." She added, "So, mother can accompany An An for a long time."

An An wants to say something.

At this time, Old Man Gu spoke up.

"My gardener is here."

An An blinked.

Great, it's time to trim the branches again!

After the old couple picked up An An, Mo Sui and Gu Yicheng set off for Beicheng First People's Hospital.

Along the way, Mo Sui's mood was very complicated.

Back then, when she came back from the crew, Mo Yaqin had already gone through all the formalities.

Knowing that she hadn't even seen the last side of her child, Mo Sui almost collapsed. For several nights, she fell asleep clutching the death certificate and cremation certificate.

But even so, she never doubted her mother.

Because Mo Yaqin was very patient and meticulous when taking care of the child, and after the child passed away, she really lost ten pounds, almost skinny.

But until now, Mo Sui didn't know that Mo Yaqin knew about her going to her father's funeral.

She and Gu Yicheng had the same suspicion.

Is it possible that Mo Yaqin made a move and suffocated the child.

The couple rushed to the hospital.

Like yesterday, they first went to the doctor who issued the death certificate.

The doctor shook his head: "Sorry, I really don't have an impression."

Mo Sui opened the mobile phone album again and handed the screen to the doctor: "Look again, look at this child, she is because of the blindfold syndrome—"

"I'm sorry." The doctor shook his head again, "I really don't remember."

Gu Yicheng looked at the appearance of their daughter in the photo.

The child was lying in the crib, dressed in milky white clothes, sleeping like a little angel.

He lowered his eyes and took Mo Sui out of the consultation room.

"The doctor can't remember." Mo Sui muttered to himself, and suddenly grabbed him, "There is also a nurse, let's go to the nurse."

The dean went on a business trip early in the morning, and Gu Yicheng contacted a friend who worked in the hospital to find out the nurse on duty that day.

Now that the nurse has been transferred to the surgery, seeing the picture of the child, she frowned and shook her head: "The children all look the same, I really don't have an impression."

Gu Yicheng's friend, surnamed Liu, is a doctor in this hospital.

Seeing the couple being so persistent, he comforted: "The doctor will determine the cause of the child's death. If the child was indeed sent to the hospital for rescue at that time, then the cause of death would not be a problem, otherwise we would report it to the police."

Mo Sui lowered his head and kept flipping through the album on his phone.

The nurse said that children all look the same...

After a long time, Mo Sui pulled out another photo: "What about her? Do you have an impression of her?"

This is Mo Yaqin's photo.

At that time, when she was going to check in to the sanatorium for her, she needed a single-inch photo. Mo Sui took her to take a photo, and then the photo studio sent the background photo.

"She was the one who came to the hospital with the child for rescue. Do you remember her?" She stared at the nurse, her eyes full of desire, "Please, take a closer look."

The nurse shook her head helplessly, took Mo Sui's cell phone, and said, "We really meet a lot of people in normal times. You suddenly take out a photo like this, we really—"

However, before she finished speaking, she was stunned for a moment: "This person..."

Dr. Liu asked, "What happened to this person?"

The hearts of Gu Yicheng and Mo Sui hung in their throats at the same time.

"I remember her. For a while, she often came to our emergency room. This person is too weird. He said that he would complain to the nurse if he didn't agree, so I was very impressed with her." The nurse said.

Another nurse listened to her and came over curiously.

"It's her?" The other party was surprised.

At this moment, Mo Sui's heart seemed to be about to jump out of his throat.

The truth that I was eager to know at first, but at this moment, I don't know how to face it.

She tried her best to sort out her emotions, her face pale: "How did she react when she learned the news of the child's death?"

"Child?" the nurse said. "I didn't see her come here with the baby in my arms. I thought it was strange at the time. I couldn't figure out why she was making trouble."

Mo Sui shook her body and pressed her hands on the nurse's desk: "What is she making a fuss about?"

"It's been so many years, I can't remember clearly." The nurse apologized.

Seeing that Mo Sui was almost unsteady, Gu Yicheng hugged her shoulders tightly, took a deep breath, and asked, "Can you find the surveillance at that time?"

Dr. Liu said: "The current surveillance video storage time will not exceed three months at most. Otherwise, you may try to apply to the relevant public security personnel. There may be backups, but there is little hope."

Gu Yicheng and Mo Sui left the hospital and went to the Public Security Bureau.

Even though there was little hope, Mo Sui had a strong premonition in his heart.

Perhaps their children are still alive.

...

At this moment, Mo Yaqin was sitting alone in the garden of the nursing home.

"Aunt Mo, the weather is too hot. If you keep basking in the sun, you will suffer from heat stroke." Care worker Huang came over and said with a headache.

Since the last time there was a scene, Mo Yaqin has been honest.

I don't know what her son-in-law said. Anyway, she looks very normal these days. She is either watching TV in the suite or chatting with other old ladies. She eats three meals a day and arranges the dishes after eating. Okay, thank you to the cleaning staff who came to clean up.

I just didn't expect that after a few days of cessation, the old lady started again.

Hugong Huang knew that the elderly and children had to be coaxed, but even the biological children of the elderly did not necessarily have this kind of consciousness, let alone a migrant worker like her.

At this moment, she looked at Mo Yaqin who was sitting under the scorching sun, basking in the sun, and sighed.

No matter how impatient, the old lady would complain if she was unhappy. She was arranged to take care of such an old man.

"Aunt Mo, let's go back to the room," said nurse Huang.

Mo Yaqin shook his head with a dull expression: "I don't want to go back."

Caregiver Huang said with a smile, "heatstroke would be troublesome, if—"

Halfway through the sentence, she looked in the direction of Mo Yaqin.

In the shade of the garden, two children were playing football.

"This is probably the grandson or grandson of an old lady in the yard," Huang explained. "There are often children who follow their parents to visit their grandmother or grandmother, but they can't be idle in the room, so they go downstairs to play."

Mo Yaqin listened blankly without making a sound.

Caregiver Huang really couldn't persuade her to go back, but seeing her sitting quietly, she was relieved.

"Aunt Mo, I'll go get you a parasol."

Caregiver Huang turned around and left.

Mo Yaqin stared blankly at the way the two children were playing, and suddenly laughed.

The phone rang at this moment, interrupting her smile.

Mo Yaqin didn't wear reading glasses and could only squinted at the phone screen.

Seeing that it was her own daughter who called, she happily picked it up.

Mo Sui asked, "Why did you go to the hospital to make trouble? You came alone at that time. Where is the child?"

Mo Yaqin didn't seem to understand what she was saying at all: "Sui Sui, it's your first time filming, does the director like you?"

At the other end, Mo Sui was silent for a long time: "What are you talking about?"

"Although the role of this role is small, there is room to play. As long as you perform well, there will be many opportunities in the future. If you become the heroine in the future, your father will definitely regret it, regret is useless, who made him back then Don't want our mother and daughter? We have had our own good days, so we will ignore him." Mo Yaqin said and laughed, always immersed in her own world.

Mo Sui, who was standing outside the Public Security Bureau, held the phone and looked stunned.

Mo Yaqin's memory faded back to when she was sixteen, when she just debuted and made her first movie.

Although it was only a small role, it left a deep impression on the audience, and as a result, she got a lot of opportunities to participate in excellent works.

She returned to the police station.

The police's work efficiency is very high. Not only did they find a backup of the hospital surveillance four years ago, but they also immediately called up the video of the day the child died.

For seven hours, they played the surveillance video of that day at double speed, and many pairs of eyes stared at them, but Mo Yaqin was not seen at the door of the hospital or outside the emergency room.

That is to say, on that day four years ago, Mo Yaqin did not take their daughter to the hospital.

So what about the black and white and stamped proofs?

When he raised his head again, Mo Sui's eyes filled with tears, and it took a long time to find his voice: "Did she use someone else's death certificate and cremation certificate?"

Gu Yicheng couldn't hide his excitement: "Our daughter may still be alive!"

...

On the other side, after An An finished pruning the branches, it was almost dark.

After dinner, she wandered around the huge living room, thinking about what else to do.

Grandma's house has a lot of puzzles, but she is tired of playing, resting her chin in her hands, doesn't seem to be in a high mood.

Cen Yanjun said, "Little girl, what do you want to play? Tell me, I will let the old man play with you."

Old man Gu made an old face.

It doesn't matter if he wants to play with the little girl, he is idle anyway.

But why he has known the child for many days, and he can only be called "the old man"?

He now suspects that this family is all mad at him.

In contrast, the daughter-in-law, who seemed to be the most unreliable, was more polite to him.

The old man sighed.

"What can the old man play with me?" An An asked listlessly.

"The eagle chasing the chicken? What time is the old wolf and the old wolf? Lost the handkerchief?" Cen Yanjun reported several ancient games in one breath.

But these games were played by her son when he was in kindergarten, and what age is it now, her little granddaughter doesn't like it.

Cen Yanjun also sighed. There are too few toys at home. Early tomorrow morning, she will ask the driver to take her to buy him a car and come back.

Two old ones, one small one, are in a tangle at the same time.

I don't know how long it took, when An An suddenly said, "Ah! Yes!"

"What?" Cen Yanjun asked curiously.

"I want to see frogs." The little dumpling was serious.

After playing the little frog game with my mother that day, a thought popped into her little head--I wanted to see a real frog.

This stumped Cen Yanjun, she wondered: "Where to see frogs? Does the zoo have them?"

An An has been to the zoo.

She snapped her little fingers, counted all the small animals she had seen, and finally said seriously: "There are no frogs in the zoo."

Cen Yanjun didn't know whether to laugh or cry: "Little girl, you have to say something we can do. For example, buy toys, go to the park, watch cartoons and so on... It's so late now, where can I find a frog for you?"

The little dumpling let out an "ah", then turned to look at the old man.

The old man leaned on the sofa to read the newspaper, pushed the reading glasses, and glanced at An An.

"Can't you watch frogs?" An An's voice was full of disappointment.

Cen Yanjun rubbed her head with a smile: "There's really no way, let's play something else."

An An is not a child who can embarrass others, but she really wants to see frogs, and she wants to take a picture of the little frog with her phone watch and send it to her mother.

She lowered her eyes, raised her head again, and went to find Mr. Gu.

"Master, can you do anything?" An An asked.

She remembered that the old man said that he was the smartest person in the whole family.

After a glimmer of hope rekindled in his heart, the little dumpling blinked and looked at Old Man Gu with anticipation.

The old man thought carefully and put down the newspaper: "There is a way, but you have to agree to a request first, do you agree?"

An An's eyes were sparkling, and she nodded vigorously: "Yes!"

"You call Grandpa." Old Master Gu said.

Cen Yanjun pushed him a little: "If you can't do it, don't agree to it. You're not afraid that the little girl will be sad?"

It's just that her voice just fell, and An An has already answered