Su Qingluan would never believe that Song Bo would disappear for no reason. However, out of self-preservation, even if she discovered it, she would never see it.
Little did he know that her reaction of looking around and suddenly lowering her head with a stiff expression fell completely in Mu Xingzhi's eyes.
In fact, there was no way. Su Qingluan had been sick and hospitalized since the middle of college. After that, even when she was "working", she would use her computer and mobile phone to carry goods at home.
When the master and his wife were still alive, although she also worked as a helper in the kitchen and became a full-fledged chef along the way, with opportunities to interact with customers at all levels, fundamentally speaking, the technical skills of a "chef" are far greater than that of a chef. Service in communicating with people.
As long as Su Qingluan's cooking skills are passable, even if she is not full of witty words or able to get both ways, everyone will still give her face - at least there is still a master.
To put it bluntly, although Su Qingluan lived for more than 20 years in her previous life, she basically never had too much experience in social situations.
To put it nicely, this kind of person is called simple and heartless; to put it worst, he or she does not have any particularly outstanding vision.
Even in this life, Su Qingluan had to restrain some of the freewheeling temper brought about by the previous life due to the trend of the general environment, but that was only "when necessary."
When facing Mu Xingzhi, although she knew that this person was not simple, and he didn't look like a fool, she probably sold him with deep thoughts and asked someone to count the money for him.
But Su Qingluan thought about it carefully and found that she had no conflict of interest with the other party, and the only condition of the transaction was to ensure the safety of the entire family.
For herself, as long as her life is protected, she can survive anywhere. After several years of suffering from illness in her previous life, she has now become particularly Buddhist and content.
It would be nice if she could have the chance to live a better life for herself, but if not, she would be very happy as long as she lived one more day.
As for what Mu Xingzhi is planning, Su Qingluan doesn't care - it's a joke, does she and the Su family have anything worthy of Mu Xingzhi's calculations? Su Qingluan didn't believe there was anything worth worrying about, even though he was so poor and useless that he would sigh even when a little thief came in.
All in all, due to the lack of innate IQ and lack of acquired vigilance, Su Qingluan was as simple as a blank sheet of paper in front of Mu Xingzhi.
Su Qingluan also understood this - anyway, ten of her tricks could not fool one Mu Xingzhi, so she just flattened herself out, stopped pretending at all, and said whatever she wanted, except for the matter of time travel itself, which she was really afraid of. If you say it, you will be ignited. No matter what is left, you will not hide anything. At most, it is just "heard".
There was no proof anyway, so what could be done to her? In short, the main focus is to play rogue to the end.
Mu Xingzhi looked at Su Qingluan's sudden guilty look, and after thinking about it for a moment, he knew that the other party was aware of the meaning behind "Song Bo's absence".
But she didn't ask anything, not even the question "Why wasn't Songbo here?" It seemed that it was normal for a person who should have been by your side to disappear out of thin air in the middle of the night, and it wasn't even worth mentioning. things to mention.
It has to be said that in Mu Xingzhi's opinion, although Su Qingluan sometimes seems to have little understanding of some people's ways, he has the intuition of a wild animal about topics that others keep secret.
Thinking of this, Mu Xingzhi suddenly smiled knowingly - that kind of person who is not understanding of the world is like a small animal. Looking at it this way, he saw that the dark eyes of the girl opposite were particularly bright under the dim candlelight, and he found it interesting to look at them.
Su Qingluan looked up and suddenly saw the other person staring at her with an unclear smile, and felt an inexplicable tingle on her back: "You...why are you laughing?" It was strange at night.
"It's nothing, I'm just thinking..." Mu Xingshang looked Su Qingluan up and down, "I was thinking about who you are, Qingluan."
"!" Su Qingluan's heart suddenly jumped hard, and Su Qingluan even stuttered in panic, "You...what are you talking about? I am me!"
In the end, her voice even broke a little. The originally not particularly loud voice seemed particularly harsh in the empty space. Su Xueyan, who was sleeping soundly next to her, grunted at the noise, which scared Su Qingluan and immediately covered her mouth.
Holding her breath and looking at her sister, Su Qingluan breathed a long sigh of relief. The little girl was not awakened. Apart from taking medicine and other treatments, sleeping is the most important way to restore energy for sick people. one. That's why Su Qingluan didn't want to wake her sister up, but waited for her to wake up on her own.
On this side, Mu Xingzhi said with a half-smile, "I really can't believe that you care so much about your little baby - he was just an unrelated stranger, right?"
Su Qingluan didn't know why the other party was so sure that she was not the original "Su Daya", but it was still the same sentence - even if the soul had changed, at least the body would remain unchanged. Even if she felt guilty, as long as she insisted that she It was that person. No matter how sure Mu Xingzhi was, there was no evidence.
So she decided to pretend to be stupid to the end: "I don't understand what you mean. Although I was carried by the wrong person more than ten years ago, from a blood relationship, she is my sister." This sentence is correct. From a physiological level, Indeed.
Mu Xingzhi raised his eyebrows: "Isn't Qingluan being too careless by easily exposing his weakness to me, a collaborator who doesn't know whether he is an enemy or a friend?"
Su Qingluan sighed: "Of course we are enemies, not friends - not because I believe in your character, but because if you want to be my enemy, what benefits will you gain? "
Su Qingluan shrugged indifferently: "Actually, for me, I have cooking skills far beyond ordinary people. With this, the Su family can easily enjoy the coolness no matter which big tree they lean under. But the reason why I I came to you specifically because... your credit is relatively good."
"Credit?"
"Don't underestimate the gossip in the village," Su Qingluan blinked. "These people said more than once that 'Mr. Mu' is good at everything from astronomy and geography to divination and medicine. He seems to be able to solve everything." Bodhisattva, everyone respects you very much."
Mu Xingzhi just smiled faintly: "I didn't do this out of a sincere desire to help others." Perhaps it was Su Qingluan's basically "say whatever you have to say" character, but Mu Xingzhi didn't know why, between the two When people are alone, they gradually reveal some of their emotions.
Because he found that several times in the past, when he thought he made shocking remarks, Su Qingluan just said plainly, "It makes sense for you to think so."
This made him feel very relaxed.
