"Qi Yaner didn't seem to have anything in his hand when he left, but his bag seemed to be left here and he asked his servants to come and pick it up." Qingkong replied.
"You mean to say that she left her bag here and asked a servant to pick it up?"
Xia Qingkong nodded, somewhat puzzled, and asked, "What's wrong?"
Mu Chenhao's eyes became colder and colder. According to Qi Yaner's usual behavior, if she had left her bag here, she would definitely not come to pick it up today. This would give her a reason to come to Mu Chenhao next time. She was in the room, so she was suddenly in a hurry to get her bag. There must be something weird, and she would definitely take the recorder away.
"This afternoon I went to the Public Security Bureau to get information on Chen Wenkang's case. Among them was a voice recorder, which recorded suspicious phone calls that Chen Wenkang made in the two weeks before his death."
"Have you listened to the recording?"
Mu Chenhao nodded slightly, "Well, I heard it. Chen Wenkang was indeed instigated to kidnap you. Moreover, the other party promised that once the matter is exposed, he will be taken out of the Public Security Bureau."
"You agreed to fish him out? Then Chen Wenkang still took sleeping pills?" Qingkong had never heard the recording, so she was still a little confused.
Mu Chenhao stretched out his hand gently and held Xia Qingkong in his arms, then ruffled Xia Qingkong's hair with his big hands and nodded, "Yes, yes, I agreed to fish him out. It was mentioned in the recording The other party gave Chen Kang a bottle of pseudo-death medicine similar to sleeping pills. After Chen Wenkang took it, he would appear in a state of suspended animation, which was convenient for saving him. However, the other party didn't seem to have thought about saving Chen Wenkang at all. That bottle of sleeping pills It's sleeping pills.
Qingkong lay in Mu Chenhao's arms, nodding thoughtfully. It seemed that Chen Wenkang had also been taken advantage of.
"Well, it actually doesn't matter if this recording is lost, because the most important thing is two words. Chen Wenkang called the person Mr. Ming. We can start investigating from this point later. The circle of celebrities in SH City is so big."
Qingkong nodded, "Okay."
Things are getting more and more complicated. Qingkong originally thought that Chen Wenkang was related to his stepmother, but now it seems that another person has been involved.
If there were no moles in the Xia family, it would be impossible for Chen Wenkang to know the specific whereabouts of Qingkong. The only people who came into contact with him that day were Xia Qingchuan and the servants of the Xia family.
"Okay, don't think about it. As long as I'm here, I won't let anyone hurt you anymore. My parents are still waiting for us in the reception hall. We will go home after a formal meeting."
Mu Chenhao smiled gently.
"Even if it's in the past, this matter is basically over. The three members of the Qi family have already left the Mu family." Qingkong curled her lips and said depressedly.
Mu Chenhao took Qingkong's little hand and left the room. He rushed to the living room and said, "Well, my dad gave Uncle Qi a face today, so I won't pursue this matter. But if there is a next time, then I don’t mind letting the Qi Group disappear in SH City.”
Qingkong turned to look at Mu Chenhao's serious expression. He believed Mu Chenhao's words. Mu Chenhao's eyes were focused and serious. More importantly, he was making a promise to Qingkong.
The reception hall of the Mu family's old house.
Mu Ziming was asking questions.
The subjects of questioning were none other than Steamed Bun and Azheng.
Mr. Mu still cares about his son, and he is even more concerned about the relationship between his son and his wife.
When Qingkong and Mu Chenhao appeared in the living room, everyone in the Mu family couldn't help but admire them.
The future young lady of the Mu family is so beautiful.
Qingkong was like a well-behaved kitten, leaning in Mu Chenhao's arms. Mu Chenhao held her slender waist with one hand, and the two stood there, a match made in heaven.
"What does it look like?"
With Mu Ziming here, Xing Wenjing didn't dare to be too presumptuous, she just cursed in a low voice. Anyway, she was getting more and more unhappy with Xia Qingkong in front of her.
But the farce that happened today caused some estrangement between her, Qi Yaner, and Zhang Yulan, mother and daughter.
He drugged his son? Moreover, it is a very overbearing medicine that can cause damage to the body.
"Hello Uncle Mu, hello Aunt Mu." Qingkong shouted obediently.
"Dad, Mom, it's okay. Qingkong and I are going home first." Mu Chenhao said calmly.
The four of them all had a tacit understanding and did not mention the word Qi family.
"Well, you have been in contact for a while. From the looks of it, your relationship is going well. It's time to hold an engagement ceremony, so that there are always some people who are unwilling to give up and want to cause trouble."
Mu Ziming nodded, and then glanced at Xing Wenjing lightly.
Although there was no special expression, Xing Wenjing felt a little scared.
Mu Ziming has always had a good temper, and he has been very kind to her during the decades she has been married to him. He basically gives her whatever she wants. If she is expressionless like this, it means she is angry.
Although Xing Wenjing was a little dissatisfied, she did not dare to say anything more.
"Dad, you can decide the engagement date," Mu Chenhao said.
"That's okay. On the 17th of this month, it's a good day for me to find someone. Let's get engaged on that day. How about we go to Xia's house together tomorrow to finalize the matter?"
"OK."
Throughout the whole process, Qingkong kept a faint smile and said nothing. Mu Chenhao did all the talking.
Her palm was firmly held by Mu Chenhao's big hand, and feeling the warmth coming from his fingers, Qingkong really didn't know how to describe her feelings.
She's getting engaged.
On the way back.
"Young Master, you don't even know that Brother Azheng called today and said that you were in a coma at the Mu family's old house. Young Mistress was so nervous. She held her hand and asked me how long it would take to get to the old house." Mantou sat on the deputy chair. The driver turned around and said with a smile.
"Really?" Mu Chenhao also had a rare warm smile on his face. Ah Zheng was driving in front and listening to the commotion of the steamed buns, and he couldn't help but slightly curling the corners of his mouth.
Just as Steamed Bun was about to add more fuel and jealousy, Qingkong picked up a pillow from the car and threw it on Steamed Bun's little head, "Damn it, did you talk too much!"
"I was wrong, I was wrong, young mistress." Seeing Qingkong's face flushed, Mantou was about to become angry with embarrassment, so he didn't dare to say any more.
Mu Chenhao looked at the little man next to him quietly, as if he had eaten a dynamite pack, his cheeks were bright red, and his pink little mouth was slightly pouted, looking indescribably alluring.
He gently held her waist, lifted her chin, and looked at each other. Qingkong saw a trace of affection in Mu Chenhao's eyes. Before she could react, she was pulled into his embrace and kissed him deeply. .
Mantou and Azheng are still in the car. This guy is really...
As soon as Qingkong pushed Mu Chenhao away, Mu Chenhao's hands tightened tighter and tighter, deepening the kiss with force, and Qingkong fell into his embrace again.