In the room, Mu Qingyan was lying down for Tongtong to check.
Fortunately, Mo Zhitong was fully prepared when he went out this time. The backpack looked small, but it had everything in it, many of which he had developed himself.
Mo Yuchen and Mu Qingyan have not restrained Tongtong in this regard. Basically, they will try their best to satisfy him with the raw materials Tongtong mentioned. Mu Qingyan looked curiously at a medicine box that Tongtong took out.
There are various kinds of colorful medicines in different shapes in the medicine box.
"What are these for?"
Mo Zhitong explained patiently, pointing to the middle partition, "The ones on the left are for healing, and the ones on the right are for poison."
"You put them all together, aren't you afraid of getting them mixed up?"
"The colors are different."
No wonder Wuhua is the same as Tangtang eating rainbow beans. It turns out that it has a distinguishing effect.
Mo Zhitong took a small machine and measured it on her mother's hand. She looked at the analysis results seriously, then took out a white one and handed it to Mu Qingyan, gesturing for her to eat it.
Mu Qingyan didn¡¯t doubt that he was there, so she took it and ate it without asking any questions.
After waiting for a few seconds, she stared at her son and said, "I don't feel anything."
Mo Zhitong talked about a bunch of chemical ingredients with a professional look and explained: "This can remove the remaining medicinal effects from your body. The effect will be very mild and you won't feel anything."
"Oh." Mu Qingyan felt powerless as if her IQ had been severely crushed. She glanced at Mo Yuchen secretly and found that he was looking at them calmly, as if he had everything under control.
"You know this?" she asked.
He said calmly: "I don't understand."
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"It's enough for Tongtong to understand."
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Outside the room, a bunch of people were waiting there. Mo Yuchen's people continued to guard the door. Everyone knew that Mo Yuchen was inside, so they didn't dare to break in.
A few days were enough for Lu Liqun to calm down and accept the reality. He sat silently on the sofa not far away, with a sad and complicated look on his face, as if he had aged dozens of years.
No one dared to tell the old man the truth. Everyone who witnessed the whole process kept their mouths shut and gave consistent confessions, pushing the kidnapping and the deaths of Lu Xun and Mu Qingyan to "foreign terrorist attacks" and "the steward's revenge". "Something happened unexpectedly".
¡°After all, the culprit was sanctioned abroad, and even if the old man found it bizarre, he couldn¡¯t find the right solution.
For the Lu family who were present at the time, as long as there was still life, life would have to go on. Lu Liqun was the backbone of the family. If something went wrong, the Lu family would be broken up.
Considering from all angles, they would not like to see this result.
Besides, Muruocheng also kept those things in his stomach with repeated orders.
Lu Jingjing poured a glass of water for the old man and whispered: "Grandpa, let me help you go back to your room and rest for a while."
Lu Liqun shook his head and said vicissitudes of life: "I have to wait for Yu Chen and the others to come out. I can't let him go on like this."
Nowadays, Mo Yuchen is deeply hit and unable to recover. In addition, his illness is easy to relapse. If he is left alone, something will happen.
Not long after, there was movement at the gate.
Everybody looked over and saw that it was Mu Ruocheng who came back with Tangtang in his arms.
Tangtang, who had eaten and drank enough, was lying in Mu Ruocheng's arms very comfortably, with her short arms around Mu Ruocheng's neck. When she saw everyone looking at her, she burped lightly.
Lu Liqun looked at Tangtang with loving eyes.
This was the first time he saw his long-awaited great-granddaughter, and he never expected that it would be in such a depressing situation.
He stretched out his hand and smiled slightly: "Come here, let Grandpa Zeng give you a hug." (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com