False Affection: My Mysterious Mr. Moo

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Chapter 320 Aunt, don’t you explain?

Mu Tingxiao looked at the series of question marks above and hooked his lips.

The long finger tapped a few times on the screen: go to bed.

On the other side, Mu Nuan Nuan read the two text messages from Mu Tingxiao back and forth twice.

The sum of the two text messages is only five words.

"Then call me tomorrow, come back early, and I will go to sleep."

Mu Nuann sent out the text message and only received two words from Mu Tingxiao: "Good night."

Mu Tingxiao received the phone, changed his clothes after taking a shower, and went out to find Murian.

The reason why he chose to come to M country at night is to not be discovered by Mu Qingfeng so quickly.

If he chooses to come to country M during the day, Mu Qingfeng will know that he hasn't gone to the company, and then he will naturally know that he has come to country M to find Murian.

He rushed over the night, and Mu Qingfeng should have known that he had come to country M, but Shanghai Yang City had to take more than ten hours to fly to country M. Even if Mu Qingfeng was coming, it would be more than ten hours later. Matter.

He has more than ten hours to "talk" to Murlian, so he is not in a hurry.

The hall is very quiet, and there is no figure of Murian.

Mu Tingxiao asked the servant: "How about your wife?"

The maid replied respectfully: "Madam is resting in the room."

Mu Tingxiao glanced upstairs. Although he had not been to Mulian's house for many years, he still remembered Mulian's room.

He went upstairs to the door of Murlian's room and raised his hand to knock on the door: "Aunt."

The people in the room did not respond. Mu Tingxiao raised his lips and turned away without a smile.

After a while, Murlian came downstairs.

"Ting Xiao, did you just look for me?" Murian apologized: "I fell asleep accidentally in the room, and I heard you calling me, I thought I was dreaming."

"If your aunt is tired, you can rest more."

Mu Tingxiao's tone was faint, and he could not hear any emotions, but his eyes did not leave Mulian.

Murlian seemed to be uncomfortable with him. She grinned reluctantly: "Fortunately, it is old, and it is summer. It is always easy to lose energy."

"That aunt should pay attention to your health. You haven't waited until the eldest brother got married and didn't have time to hug the grandson. Don't be like grandpa."

Mu Tingxiao's voice was low originally, and he deliberately slowed down, and it sounded a little eerie.

Mu Lian froze for a moment, then transferred the topic to Master Mu: "How is my dad? Is it better?"

Mu Tingxiao leaned his head slightly, his long finger knocked on the sofa arm beside him, and the words he spoke showed a little carelessness: "So concerned about him, why don't you go back to China with your uncle? Brother and little Chen is also in China."

"My uncle and I are also discussing this recently..." Murian lowered her eyes slightly, not looking at Mu Tingxiao.

When they talked about it, they were talking about irrelevant things.

Mu Tingxiao has been observing Murian and found that every time she looks at him, she will hurriedly glance away and change her sitting position from time to time.

As the eldest lady of the Mu family, Murian had a dedicated etiquette teacher since she was a child. She has always been elegant, but her series of behaviors at this time are all expressing the tension and uneasiness in her heart.

Mu Tingxiao felt it was time.

Immediately after Murian finished speaking, Mu Tingxiao remained silent.

The hall was quiet for a few seconds. When Murian reached out for the third time to touch the glass in front of him, Mu Tingxiao said quietly, "Aunt, this time I come to country M, I want to ask you something."

Murlian seemed to be frightened and shook his hand back suddenly: "What's the matter?"

After she finished, she realized that she had just been too uncomfortable, so she had to reach out for a cup of water and sip her lips together.

Mu Tingxiao directly took out the DNA identification report and threw it on the coffee table in front of him.

Mulian glanced at him before slowly reaching for the DNA identification report.

Her face turned white little by little, and finally the whole person's face was a panic expression. When she spoke again, she couldn't say a complete sentence: "This...Ting Xiao......This..."

Mu Tingxiao looked at Murian with a panic, and his tone no longer concealed in the tone: "Aunt, don't you explain? Everyone knows that when you and your uncle were studying abroad, they were together at the age of eighteen. Si Chengyu was born, but why Si Chengyu's biological father would be your brother."

In the last two sentences, Mu Tingxiao deliberately increased his tone.

As a child, Mu Qingfeng and his mother also seemed to be loving.

However, when Mu Tingxiao grew up and looked back on his childhood, he vaguely felt that love is an illusion.

Adults are very good at acting, and they are also deceptive.

For a long while, Mulian couldn't say a word, and the whole hall was filled with heart-shattering silence.

Murian stabilized his mind and said with a trembling voice: "Cheng Yu he... is indeed the brother's son, but you have to believe that he really loves your mother..."

Mu Tingxiao just sneered and did not speak.

Murian probably also understood that such words would not convince Mu Tingxiao.

After a pause, Murlian continued to say: "At that time, I was indeed pregnant, but my child was born prematurely, and died shortly after birth. At that time, your father also took over Mu Shi, and he had a lot of entertainment. The interested woman took the opportunity to enter. Although he wanted to kill the woman, it was his flesh after all, and my child just died, so he brought the child over and raised..."

This passage sounds flawless.

It's justified.

Mu Tingxiao did not say a letter or did not believe it, just asked: "Does Si Chengyu know this?"

"He... it should be known." Murian's expression was hesitant.

Mu Tingxiao asked, "Uncle also knows this?"

Murian's expression has returned to normal, and said softly: "Yes, Minghuan also knows."

Mu Tingxiao narrowed his eyes slightly: "Uncle is not at home, where did he go?"

Mu Lian smiled and said: "He is currently holding an art exhibition and has been out for more than a month."

After her words were finished, a servant came and said, "Ma'am, the meal is ready."

"Okay, let's eat first. You should be hungry too." Murian stood up and said softly.

She became the wife of the elegant artist again, and there was no trace of panic on her face.

Mu Tingxiao lowered her eyes and followed her to the restaurant.

At the huge dining table, only the two of them had dinner, and neither of them spoke, and the atmosphere was somewhat stagnant.

After a while, Mu Tingxiao took the lead to put down the chopsticks: "I have eaten it."

Murian watched Mu Tingxiao leave the restaurant, and the expression on his face gradually narrowed.