Song Qingyu nodded, and said another speculation of his own: "If it is not a genetic history, it is likely to be a biological virus, something that will control people's mind."
Mo Beiyan shook.
He is not an easy-to-surprise person, but Song Qingyu's speculation with such open minds really shocked him!
"Biological virus?" He chewed the words, frowning tightly.
"Obviously, you also understand what I mean. You know how serious a biological virus is." Song Qingyu sighed as he watched him, and said: "Since something like my soul rebirth happens in this world, it may not be possible. There won’t be those weird things. So, I’m not very minded."
Mo Beiyan nodded, squeezed her hand, and said, "Well, I know you are not thinking about it. The fourth old man has no problems at all, and suddenly went crazy and did something like that to Xichun. If it is not a hidden disease, It may indeed be calculated."
"But, I met him, he is completely ignorant of all this, so..." Song Qingyu looked at him and solemnly said: "We still have to investigate this matter secretly."
Mo Beiyan nodded: "Well, you can't ask Long Xiaojiu to investigate this matter. I'll let Mo Nanyang investigate it."
What Mo Nanyang could find must be more detailed than Long Xiaojiu.
However, when I asked Munanyang to investigate the matter, he definitely couldn't call to avoid any problems, so he stood up and said: "If you are tired, go to bed first, don't wait for me. I'll go to Munanyang. One trip, not sure when to come back."
"Isn't planning to beat Ruan Zhengling to death?" Song Qingyu raised his eyebrows and looked at the man who had walked to the sofa and picked up his coat.
Mo Beiyan: "..."
He looked helpless: "Daughter-in-law, am I such a violent person in your heart?"
Song Qingyu nodded: "Yes!"
Mo Beiyan: "..."
I can't love it anymore!
Song Qingyu smiled again and said, "Okay, you go. Come back early."
"Yeah." Mo Beiyan carried his coat and hung it in his arms. He wanted to turn around and go out. After thinking about it, he turned around and walked back to Song Qingyu again, saying: "I originally wanted to take a vacation. World, it’s fine now, and I can’t accompany you anymore."
With regret in his eyes, he bowed his head and kissed her on the face, quite a bit reluctant.
The man who had just smoked in the study did not dare to kiss her because he knew Song Qing's habit.
Song Qing said with a laugh: "Go."
Mo Beiyan had been there for three hours, and it was already one o'clock in the morning when he returned.
Song Qingyu originally wanted to wait for him to come back, and leaned on the bedside to study while holding a laptop.
But in the few months she went to the Imperial Capital, her biological clock had been adjusted to be very punctual, so she fell asleep with her laptop at eleven.
When Mo Beiyan came back, he glanced at the woman who was still holding the notebook, and looked at her heart softening.
He walked over gently, intending to help her take the notebook, and then cover her with the quilt, not wanting to touch the notebook with his hand, Song Qingyu opened his eyes quickly.
She was not asleep, very alert.
"It's okay, go to sleep." Mo Beiyan didn't take any action at all, took her laptop and put it on the small case, and thoughtfully helped her plug in the power supply to charge it.
Song Qingyu's consciousness was still a little fuzzy at first, staring blankly at what he was doing, and when he turned around to cover himself with a quilt, he was completely awake, and asked: "What have you talked with Mo Nanyang for so long?"
It must be a lot of smoke, the smell of smoke!
Mo Beiyan tucked the quilt for her, patted the quilt, and said, "This possibility is not trivial. Whether it comes to the Ruan family or the Mo family, I can't stay out of the way, so I will be with Mo Nanyang. A response plan has been made to ensure that no matter what the possibility is, we can find out the details as soon as possible and be prepared to face it."
Biological viruses are a bit scary. If they really appear in people around them, it will be a terrible blow to the Mohist school and the group.
Therefore, Menanyang is also very cautious.
Song Qingyu knew that Mo Nanyang was better than Mo Beiyan in some aspects. This matter was handed over to him, and she was also relieved: "You go take a bath and go to bed early. I hope it's just that I think too much. Just some other reason."
I would rather Ruan Zhengling did something wrong with Mo Xichun because of his own selfish desires and his inability to control his gaze, rather than one of hereditary diseases or viruses!
Because the former is nothing more than the grievances between Ruan Zhengling and Mo Xichun, and at most it rises to a family conflict.
But the latter two...
Think carefully!
Mo Beiyan also knew that it was too late, and even if he had something in his heart, he couldn't continue to consume it. After all, if he doesn't sleep, his wife still has to sleep.
So, he went to take a bath.
After taking a shower, he came out and lay his arms around Song Qingyu, but Mo Beiyan didn't feel sleepy at all.
Song Qingyu had been squinting for an hour, and at this time he was awake and couldn't sleep for a while.
She could feel the heavy feeling conveyed from Mo Beiyan. As the patriarch of the Mo family, he shouldered the responsibility of the entire Mo family.
If someone comes to the Mo family, he will be the first to meet him.
Those in power are like this. Others only see their power and prestige, but they don't know how much responsibility they have to shoulder.
Having known Mo Beiyan for so long, Song Qingyu was the first to see Mo Beiyan unable to sleep because of one thing. She thought for a while, stretched out her hand and touched his face, and said, "Brother Mo, don't even think about it. Too much, things may not be as bad as I thought."
"Yeah." Mo Beiyan replied, but how could he not want to
This is not unreasonable worry for them, but to take precautions-the sense of responsibility that the helm must have!
Seeing him absent-mindedly responding to him, Song Qingyu's hand slid down his neck and reached his chest.
The palm of his hand stayed at the position of his heart, and his fingertips ran badly in circles on his chest.
He grabbed her hand swiftly, not allowing her to make trouble.
Song Qingyu raised his eyebrows to look at him and asked, "Don't like it?"
"Itching." Mo Beiyan looked down at the girl nestled in his arms. She was almost 20 years old. She was no longer what she looked like when she was sixteen when she first saw her. Fully opened, the charming little woman is very obvious.
A frown and a smile are very attractive!
He sighed, leaned over and held her lips, gently nibbling, as if venting something.
Song Qingyu knew that Mo Beiyan's heart was pretending to be very stressful, so he didn't stop his actions like this, but passively endured his increasingly fierce plunder.
Only when it hurts her, she will remind her loudly: "Take it lightly, it hurts!"
Although Mo Beiyan moved a little bit because of his anxiety, but after all, he did not lose his mind, so as soon as she reminded him, she would immediately soften down.
The indoor temperature is getting higher and higher. Sexual exercise is undoubtedly a good way of decompression. Even after he was done, he sweated profusely and became a little tired, so he hugged her to sleep.