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Not?

This sentence almost blurted out.

However, in the end, Han Muzi still didn't say it.

"To be honest, I do not agree with you and Mo Shen now, but it's not because I want to break you up. You know that Aunt Song has always liked you very much back then."

Han Muzi really wants to admit this. When she was hurt, Song An treated her for him. Then she said a lot of words to comfort her and scolded Ye Moshen in front of her.

Han Muzi remembered all this in her heart.

"Aunt Song, I know." Han Muzi smiled softly: "I know what you thought in the past and what you think in the present, don't worry."

Originally... Song An thought she would explain something to her.

But she didn't explain a word now, but instead made her feel embarrassed. She said she was not here to break them up, but... what was the words she said just now?

Suddenly, Song An didn't know what to say, but he just felt that Han Muzi was really different now than before.

Calm, calm, and without any turmoil.

"Let's have a meal first." Thousands of words can only be transformed into this sentence in the end.

"Okay." Han Muzi smiled, and the two of them were really eating seriously despite their words.

After dinner, because Song An did not drive, Han Muzi drove her back.

When getting off the bus, Song An looked at her deeply and then said, "Mu Zi."

After hearing the words, Han Muzi was a little stunned, "Aunt Song?"

Song An looked at Han Muzi sitting in the driver's seat and whispered: "If Aunt Song told you that after knowing the whole story, I still want you to persuade Mo Shen to let Lin Qingqing go, would you agree?"

As if he had expected Song An to say these words, Han Muzi had no special reaction and just nodded: "Yes."

"Will?" Song An was a little surprised: "Don't you blame Aunt Song?"

"Isn't Aunt Song's purpose in coming to Beicheng for this?" she said slowly.

The thought was revealed in one sentence, and Song An had nothing but embarrassment. She coughed lightly: "Then do you blame Aunt Song?"

"I know that Aunt Song is an intermediary in this matter, and Mr. Ye is also Aunt Song's nephew. All his relatives have pursued Lin Qingqing's guilt, so I, an outsider, have no power. Therefore, I respect Aunt Song's decision. However, Mr. Ye's side..."

"This is the reason why Aunt Song asked you out today. I guess he brought the other party to court because of you, right? Mu Zi, Aunt Song knew that his request was a bit too much. But after all, this matter was caused by Aunt Song. It was entrusted by a friend. I don't want to make things too ugly. This will ruin a girl. Do you understand?"

Han Muzi nodded quietly.

"Don't worry, Aunt Song will definitely let Lin Qingqing's mother take her away. After all, it is the greatest favor to spare them this time. If she dares to hurt you again in the future, let alone Mo Shen, Aunt Song will not let her go."

It was indeed Song An, and Han Muzi knew everything she thought about.

Han Muzi smiled slightly and nodded to her and thanked her: "Thank you Aunt Song."

Originally, Song An felt that these two were not suitable for being together. To be honest, she disappeared for five years and silently. Song An also felt a little resentful. It was not that she was too much, but that she felt that this woman was too cruel. She could disappear silently in five years. Such a temperament is really inappropriate to Mo Shen.

But now looking at her appearance, Song An felt that the more she liked her, the more she looked at her, or perhaps because Han Muzi was too well-behaved, she felt guilty. Finally, Song An said something in a silence.

"You are a good boy, Aunt Song really doesn't mean to break up you."

Han Muzi was stunned for a moment, and after a moment, her red lips curled up slightly, nodded to Song An, but did not speak again.

"You go back and be careful on the way."

"good."

After Han Muzi drove the car away, Song An sighed.

He is a good girl, but judging from her current appearance, Mo Shen probably has no chance.

Fate is often something that cannot be forced.

The court was about to begin, Han Muzi made food as usual and sent it to the hospital for Ye Moshen.

Recently, she has been running back and forth at the company hospital. After a while, she looks like she has lost weight.

Ye Moshen only appeared when she saw her sitting down. There was a light blue color around her eyes, and her already tiny face became thinner, making her three-dimensional facial features more distinct. Moreover, she put on makeup, which was a bit thrilling against the light.

It seemed that something was choking in his throat. Ye Moshen said hoarsely: "From tomorrow, don't send me food."

Hearing the words, Han Muzi paused the movements in her hand, then returned to calm, and handed the bowl in her hand to Ye Moshen.

Seeing her calm face, Ye Moshen felt a little irritated.

"Don't you ask why?"

Han Muzi put out the dishes as they were, and said in a low voice: "There is nothing to ask."

Ye Moshen frowned, and at the same time noticed that there were more things on the table today than before. This unusual frowned even deeper: "Why so many?"

"Your injury has been recuperating for so long and has been getting better slowly. The court will be held tomorrow, so I'll celebrate with you more."

"Celebrate?" Ye Moshen raised his eyebrows and narrowed his eyes: "Is it really a celebration?"

Han Muzi nodded.

"Since it's a celebration, then you should be happy, right?" Ye Moshen leaned forward a little, his scorching breath approached her, and his deep eyes stared at her tightly. "But look at you, why don't you feel happy at all? What's wrong?"

His breathing was close and squirted on her face. Han Muzi was startled, and she stepped back a little, and said softly: "No, don't you be happy to add a meal to you? Then I'll take it away, just eat white porridge."

After saying that, Han Muzi reached out and wanted to take away the things on the table.

Seeing that she recovered as usual, Ye Moshen tried to hold her up: "I took it out, but I still want to take it back?"

Han Muzi pulled her hand back and glared at him: "Then do you still say?"

Ye Moshen curled his lips: "I won't say it anymore."

After that, he forgot what happened just now and then ate. Han Muzi sat next to him, wondering how to speak to him later.

Song An asked her out to persuade Ye Moshen. She had inherited Song An's affection in the past, and she deserved it.

Seeing that Ye Moshen had almost eaten, Han Muzi whispered: "The court will be held tomorrow. Have you already asked the lawyer to prepare?"

When talking about this matter suddenly, Ye Moshen sensitively captured a trace of unusual breath and raised his eyes to her: "What do you want to say?"

Han Muzi was shocked, and he didn't expect that he would immediately notice it as soon as he asked this.
Chapter completed!