Rich Young Mistress: Young Master Xie’s Dearest Beloved Wife

Zhousao looked at the young master like this, and she couldn't help but lift it up.

Wen Qingzhu said a little uncertainly, "Dad, I didn't understand too much."

When he said this, Wen Qingzhu's voice was a little trembling, and he felt something faint in his heart, but he was not sure, and he was afraid that it was really like that.

Wen Qingzhu's eyes were trembling, and the hand holding the phone was tighter and tighter, just like the heart he was lifting and the tense spirit.

Listening to Wen Qingzhu's words, Mofu hesitated and said, "Qingzhu, you don't have to worry about Qiuxi. She is fine. She left you a letter. When will you have time to come and see it!"

Wen Qingzhu's heart seemed to be stuck in his throat, his heart shivered, a little nervous and nervous, and even a little flustered.

He did not know what Qiu Xi wrote to him.

Wen Qingzhu quickly said: "Dad, I'll go right away."

"Immediately, this... it's nine o'clock, are you coming now? The weather forecast for big nights still has snow..."

Mo Father was a little surprised, and maybe also worried about Wen Qingzhu!

"It's okay, Dad, I'll drive over immediately."

Wen Qingzhusheng was afraid of Mofu’s refusal. After finishing the call, he quickly put on his coat and prepared to drive to Mofu’s home.

There are some gifts at home, and Wen Qingzhu took them all to the car, ready to take them to Mo's house.

Even if he didn't go to Mo's house, he was still in trouble and he didn't need to say to sleep all night.

Wen Qingzhu gave birth to such anxious heart for the first time.

When Wan Qing broke up with him, he didn't have such a sense of panic.

Today, even if it is snowing, he will go to Mo's house.

When he got into the car, Wen Qingzhu increased his speed.

When he was a teenager, he was also a racing driver. Those young passions seem to be far away.

That kind of heart confusion, that kind of impulsive feeling of teenagers, all came out this night.

When Wen Qingzhu was driving the car, the phone rang. He glanced at it. It was Qiu Jingman calling. He didn't answer it, but the phone kept ringing.

At the traffic lights, Wen Qingzhu picked it up.

He also just asked what his mother told Qiu Xi that day.

"Qingzhu, where are you now?"

"I go to Mo's house."

"It's so late, why are you going to Mo's house? The weather forecast says there is heavy snow."

Wen Qingzhu has a particularly tired and exhausting feeling, "Mom, I am not a child now, I am so old, I have the right to decide what I want to do, can you control everything else!"

"Xing Xing, grow up, the wings are hard, I don't need my mother..."

Wen Qing frowned, and said coldly: "Mom, I ask you, what did you say to Qiu Xi that night? Didn't you say that she was at home well? Why wasn't she on April 28, 29 , And later left, you didn’t tell me, Mom, you lied to me!"

When Wen Qingzhu said this, his voice was bleak, and it seemed a little helpless and a little painful.

"I'm not good for you yet, you said, even if I told you, can you return home at that time? Think about it yourself?"

Wen Qingzhu heard this, and fell silent.

The green light was on, and he was driving around with his mother.

"I'm going to Mo's house and I'll talk about something later."

"Qingzhu, Mom is for you..."

"Mom, if I couldn't find Qiuxi, I would be crazy. Do you know? I asked myself who I'm sorry, only her, but mom, you treated her like that, she followed me wholeheartedly, how can you... "

Wen Qingzhu wanted to know how unpleasant his mother might have said.

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