The man turned around and saw her, his eyes glowing softly, and he walked up to her, "An An?"

Fu Xiao raised his eyes and looked at him calmly, and said in a calm voice: "There is still some food left, you can go and eat some..."

Mu Lianshen also naturally noticed that she no longer resisted him as before, and said with a smile: "Okay, go to bed early..."

She went straight back to the room, closed the door, and entered the space.

Thinking of what he whispered in front of the grave today, I got a strange feeling in my heart.

She took out Fu Jingshu's diary from the box in the corner, stroked the already yellowed book, and decided to open it and take a look.

She turned to the middle part that she hadn't read last time and began to reminisce about her past with Mu Lianshen.

Outside, Mu Lianshen finished the remaining food and cleaned up the kitchen.

Walk out of the kitchen and into the backyard.

Fu Weilun was standing under a tree in the backyard smoking. When he saw him coming, his face was still calm, without any ripples.

Mu Lianshen took out a cigarette from the cigarette box and said calmly: "Borrow a light..."

Fu Weilun let out a light click of his tongue, a mocking arc appeared on the corner of his mouth, and he glanced at him indifferently.

But he still took a match from his pocket and threw it at him.

He just leaned casually against the tree, holding a cigarette between his bony fingers, and the shadow of the tree was swaying.

It was so quiet that you could hear the sound of the wind, and the lingering clouds of smoke thinly enveloped his indifferent eyes.

Fu Weilun flicked the cigarette butt in his hand aside, took out a cigarette from the cigarette box beside him, and lit it between his lips.

He blew out a puff of smoke, lowered his eyes and said calmly, "There is a drugstore in Anyang County. There is a master chef named Yang. Do you know him?"

Mu Lianshen's eyebrows moved slightly, and he turned his head to look over, "I should know him..."

should?

Fu Weilun was silent: "He has seen Xiaoxiao, and he seems to know everyone in my uncle's family?"

"I went to see him, and he said he had to go out of town on urgent business."

At this point, he turned his gaze to Mu Lianshen and continued, "But, I've been paying attention to him, and he doesn't seem to have any intention of coming back..."

Mu Lianshen frowned slightly and remained silent.

Could this Master Yang be his uncle Yang Huaishu?

After finishing the cigarette in his hand, Fu Weilun saw that he had no explanation.

His eyes darkened, and his voice was a little cold, "Since you know him, then please check if he poses any threat to Xiao Xiao."

"Don't worry, I'll check..."

But if it really was him, he wouldn't hurt An An.

He treats Shushu better than he treats himself...

Fu Weilun stood up straight, yawned lazily, and smiled, "You sleep in the room next to mine tonight."

After saying this, he walked into the room.

Mu Lianshen smoked two more cigarettes alone, then slowly walked towards the room.

The room prepared for him was the room where the Fu Sui brothers lived last time.

He shared a room with the guard.

Seeing him come in, the guard seemed a little uneasy and said nervously: "Commander, how about I go to sleep in the car..."

Mu Lianshen glanced at him and said calmly: "No need..."

He took off his clothes carefully.

The coat was easy to take off, but the shirt underneath was probably stuck together by the blood from the wound.

It's impossible to take it off.

He turned to look at the guard and whispered, "Go get a basin of water..."

The guard quickly fetched a basin of water from outside and brought it over.

Mu Lianshen asked him to help wet the shirt with water before slowly taking it off.

Seeing the wound on his back, the guard couldn't help but shudder.

The wound was not treated in time, and he was sweating because of the thick clothes he wore.

It was already very ugly at this point, with some parts already festering and inflamed.

The guard said anxiously: "Commander, please lie down, I will apply medicine to you first..."

Mu Lianshen did not lie down immediately. Instead, he put his taken-off shirt into the water and rubbed it slowly until the blood stains on it fell off, then he let out a long sigh of relief.