Chapter 60

Compared to living in Country M, Mu Yuanqiu is still more accustomed to the climate and soil of Beijing. His little snake is carefully raised every day. It must eat pigeon eggs that are no more than one hour old, and occasionally eat some white mouse dirt.

Mu Qingliu meets his stringent requirements one by one. The conditions at home are not too bad to raise another snake.

The only thing Mu Qingliu is worried about is Song Yin's leg. It has not improved for a long time. He is a little confused. What exactly did Wen Yancheng, the protagonist, do wrong, which caused the plot to not move forward.

...

Could it be that the plot of Wen Yancheng can't be delayed any longer

? Mu Qingliu thought seriously. In all TV dramas about finding relatives, 80% of them have a car accident, and then the plot line is accidentally triggered during the blood transfusion process, which promotes the process of father and son recognizing each other.

Who should bleed? Is it Wen Yancheng, Long Zhicheng, or Mrs. Long?

Mu Qingliu decided that it would be better to let the fake young master Long Zhuo, who he didn't particularly like, bleed a little.

Anyway, he didn't have a particularly good impression of this guy.

After Mu Qingliu determined the character, he began to plan which method to take to lure the man into the trap.

As a result, the maid knocked on the door and reported, "Sir, a young man named Long Zhuo came to visit."

It's really like saying the devil.

Mu Qingliu stood up, tidied himself up, and with his signature gentleman smile, he walked down the spiral staircase on the second floor step by step, saying calmly, "What kind of wind blew from the east today that could actually blow the young master of the Long family over here?"

Long Zhuo looked sweaty, and it was obvious that he had done something strenuous. His cheeks were slightly red and full, and his white teeth were smiling like a crescent moon.

"Hello, Uncle Mu." The fake young master smiled innocently, like a big wolf dog who was good at pleasing others. "I came here specially to play with you today."

Mu Qingliu's feet suddenly stopped, thinking, what kind of child is this? Calling someone uncle as soon as he sees him, is this polite?

Mu Qingliu continued to walk down, and said calmly, "Didn't we say the other day that people in the business community like to use honorifics for each other? I'm actually still very young." He used his thumb and index finger to indicate a long distance, "I'm just a little bit older than you."

The two of them were already standing side by side, and Mu Qingliu's absolute height of 192cm didn't seem to have much of an advantage. The fake young master ate hormone-filled hamburgers every day abroad, and his height was also around 191cm, which was particularly conspicuous.

Long Zhuo immediately changed his tone and said with a smile, "Then I'm welcome, Brother Qingliu."

If Mu Qingliu hadn't seen that he was stupid, he would definitely have done it on purpose.

Long Zhuo was not a very talkative child. He was a bit clumsy by nature, and the boredom of studying archaeology made him talk to Mu Qingliu a few times, but his eyes had already passed over Mu Qingliu's shoulder and sneaked glances at him more than ten times.

Mu Qingliu had to tease him and ask, "Xiao Zhuo, you are not a history student. The paintings hanging in the stairwell of my house were all purchased at high prices from auction houses. Are you interested in taking a look?"

Long Zhuo smiled innocently as if he had been hit in the heart, and nodded and said yes.

The two of them surrounded the famous paintings and antiques in the house, admiring and appreciating them.

If you say that Long Zhuo, the fake young master, has no merits and is a fool, it is actually because his father despises his profession and deliberately scolds him. At least in front of real works of art, this child has a rich reserve of knowledge and can analyze the metaphors, historical background, and creative techniques of a famous painting from various details.

Mu Qingliu did not mean to exaggerate him.

Long Zhuo himself excitedly told the story, "In fact, I was only a little interested in the history of countries around the world before, and it was my professor who really introduced me to the field. He is really a knowledgeable and broad-minded person. He is proficient in five languages ​​and has rich archaeological experience. The most important thing is..."

Mu Qingliu felt that a bunch of small fireworks were about to ignite in his eyes, and he couldn't help interrupting and said, "Such an excellent person, I hope that one day, I can also see his style with my own eyes." Long Zhuo's endless

topic was interrupted. He didn't feel wronged at all. On the contrary, he didn't realize that only when discussing history or his professor, the desire was strongly released from the whole soul of the fake young master.

Mu Qingliu raised his eyes and glanced at his watch, ready to remind the other party whether it was time to go home.

Long Zhuo's eyes sparkled, and he suggested, "Brother Qingliu, I came here today by bike. I just saw a circular slope near your house, which I think is quite exciting. Can you allow me to ride my bike up there for a few laps?"

The circular slope near Mu Qingliu's house was built by him at great expense, and it was a private track specifically for racing. The overall design was completely based on the standards of international competitions, and he even added a few turns with extremely steep bends.

Mu Qingliu was not stingy, and he hesitated and said, "Of course, it's okay, but that slope is a bit dangerous for mountain bikes."

Long Zhuo was not afraid, "Brother Qingliu, don't worry, I often ride my bike up mountains in college, there's no problem."

Just be happy.

Wait.

Mu Qingliu realized that it takes three hours to get here from Long Zhicheng's home by car, so the fake young master relies purely on physical strength to ride a mountain bike...

What a physical monster.

Mu Qingliu was a little worried about him, and Long Zhuo was simply overjoyed, as happy as a successful Husky, stepped on the "flipper" bicycle at the door, and rode away.

The price of a "flipper" bicycle is 12,000 US dollars, which shows that Long Zhicheng only complained about it, but in fact, his fake son's food, clothing, housing and transportation were all in good condition.

Mu Qingliu read a book at home for a while, and the sound of a car entering the door made him sober immediately, and he hurried to the door to pick up his wife and go home.

As a result, Mu Yuanqiu's smiling face appeared from the window of the Maybach car. He and his little snake were making fun of Mu Qingliu without any disguise.

"This is the little Qingzi I know. Tsk tsk tsk, he looks like a married man. Where is the shadow of the previous indifferent person?"

Mu Qingliu understood.

Mom, the eldest brother is here to cause trouble for Song Yin.

The second brother is here to find a chance to ridicule himself.

Mu Yuanqiu is the bad man who pretends to obey but secretly disobeys.

Without waiting for Mu Qingliu to fight back.

A clanging sound of broken things came from far away, like scattered objects rolling towards this side.

Then he saw Long Zhuo covered in blood, with the worst fall on his knee, his pants torn, and blood on his forehead.

Mu Yuanqiu's eyes immediately turned disgusted.

Forehead...

He must have rushed down the slope and failed to control his strength, so he fell down.

Mu Qingliu pressed his forehead slightly. He did think of a good idea to make the fake young master bleed a little, but not at his doorstep, okay?

However, as the master, Mu Qingliu still needs to take care of the injured, take them to the hospital, and then trick Long Zhicheng to go over and hint that your son is not your biological son.

Unexpectedly, Long Zhuo's bloodstained eyes suddenly sparkled, and he threw away the damaged mountain bike in his hand, limping and looking extremely pitiful, and rushed towards Mu Yuanqiu who was slowly getting off the bike, crying out in a sad and miserable voice, "Teacher, it hurts so much, please help me, my leg seems to be broken." He

looked teasing and bitchy, not clumsy at all, but as if he had planned for a long time and deliberately rolled down the hillside.