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    Everyone who read the report ignored the small knot in the picture.

    It is too inconspicuous, most of it has been destroyed, and it is hard to tell what it is at first glance, because the texture of the rope is considered to be fallen decoration, mixed with useless debris, and is printed on the last piece of paper coded d16  Among the pictures, I made up the numbers in the report.

    However, Zhuo Weilan got the actual object and matched the complicated and unique pattern with a small corner in the picture, and realized that what was in the picture was not a messy knot, but a rare feature.

    "It seems to be true!" Zhuo Weilan enlarged the picture on the phone and adjusted the direction to compare it with the one in the report. The more he looked at it, the more panicked he became, "Could it be Aunt Fang?"

    Mo Shuang looked at her with a calm expression.

    "Uhit seems impossible." Zhuo Weilan calmed down and figured out that Aunt Fang didn't have the time and conditions, so she felt that this suspicion was unreasonable.

    Mo Shuang blinked, "No way."

    "You also think it's Aunt Fang?"

    "I don't know." Mo Shuang frowned, her eyes were really blank, "I have lost my memory. My only impression of her is that she cooks delicious food and works hard."

    "Yes, you have lost your memory." Zhuo Weilan sighed and silently suppressed the question "Who do you think you are?"

    Mo Shuang reluctantly tugged on her sleeve, her tone a little urgent, "I can also help You see, I discovered the knot."

    "Yeah! You did a great job!" Zhuo Weilan couldn't help but smile, and gave a thumbs up to give Mo Shuang some encouragement in an exaggerated tone like coaxing a primary school student, "Keep up the good work!"

    Mo Shuang accepted it humbly, raising the corners of her lips with satisfaction, "Thank you Weilan."

    "Stop being cute and get down to business." Zhuo Weilan pinched Mo Shuang's face, and when it felt comfortable, he took off the knot again and analyzed, "If it's not Aunt Fang, could it be her husband?"

    "What does Aunt Fang's husband do?"

    "It seems that he is a small businessman," Zhuo Weilan recalled, "Aunt Fang doesn't like to mention him."

    "what business?"

    "I don't know. Let's ask Wu Xiaoman."

    "Okay." Mo Shuang looked at the time, lifted the quilt and got out of bed, "Let's go."

    Zhuo Weilan was stunned, "Youare you going now?"

    "Wu Xiaoman came to our house to prevent Aunt Fang from finding out. She will definitely leave early tomorrow. If we don't ask now, I don't know when I will have the chance next time."

    Zhuo Weilan felt that it made sense, put on her coat, and followed him to the guest room.

    Mo Shuang walked in front. When she was about to open the master bedroom door, she paused and turned back to ask her, "What if Qin Wen is also here?"

    "Ask as usual." Zhuo Weilan didn't take it seriously, "Isn't it normal to care about the family situation of your cousin's classmates?"

    Mo Shuang pursed her lips, "I'm afraid Qin Wen will protect her."

    "Protecting one's shortcomings? Why does it sound so awkward?" As soon as Zhuo Weilan heard this word, he couldn't help but think about the scene of Mo Qinwen and Wu Xiaoman holding hands.

    "No matter what, let's take it one step at a time." Mo Shuang only allowed herself to struggle for less than ten seconds, "If you can't ask, go find someone to investigate."

    Seeing that Mo Shuang had made up his mind, Zhuo Weilan said nothing and was led forward obediently.

    They came to the guest room, looked at each other, and Zhuo Weilan knocked on the door.

    ¡°Compared to the fierce-looking Mo Shuang, Zhuo Weilan is more familiar with Aunt Fang, so it is easier for her to get close to Wu Xiaoman.  She knocked lightly on the door, and within a few seconds, the door opened in front of her.

    Wu Xiaoman still wore her ponytail and did not change her school uniform. She smiled when she saw them and said, "Good evening."

    "Are you still doing your homework?" Zhuo Weilan noticed that the lights in the room were bright, and based on Wu Xiaoman's dress, he naturally asked with concern.

    "Well," Wu Xiaoman replied obediently, "I read the wrong question book. I am used to reviewing it every night before going to bed."

    "Is there anything missing in the room?"

    Wu Xiaoman came to his senses and invited them in. As he walked, he said, "There is no shortage of things. The room is very beautiful and comfortable. Thank you."

    Zhuo Weilan followed him inside, scanned it quietly, and breathed a sigh of relief: "Okay, okay, Mo Qinwen is not here, so they can have a good talk with Wu Xiaoman."

    "It will be warmer if you turn on the air conditioner." She saw Wu Xiaoman opening the window to let in the cold wind, and looking for topics from trivial matters in life in a serious manner.

    Wu Xiaoman shook his head, "No need, I'm not used to turning on the air conditioner."

    Mo Shuang followed the topic and said, "How about?.

    Peel the eggs for Mo Shuang.

    "Weilan." Mo Shuang hurried over while getting dressed. She breathed her last when she saw the bowl of porridge she had just started eating in front of her, "I thought you were gone."

    Zhuo Weilan was puzzled and put the eggs in Mo Shuang's bowl, "Why are you worried that I will leave you and run away?"

    Mo Shuang hesitated and replied, "Because I got up late."

    Zhuo Weilan said calmly, "It's normal. I'm tired of crying."

    "Hmm." Mo Shuang glanced at the eggs and wondered, "Weilan, is this your bowl?"

    "I peeled it for you!"

    Mo Shuang was even more confused.

    Zhuo Weilan took care of people so wholeheartedly that he received a face-less response. As if he wanted to prove himself, he filled a bowl of porridge, took a spoonful, blew on it, and fed it to Mo Shuang's mouth.

    Mo Shuang ate it, covered her mouth and said vaguely, "It's hot."

    "You do it yourself." Zhuo Weilan was frustrated and handed the bowl over.

    Mo Shuang didn¡¯t answer, swallowed the porridge in his mouth, opened his mouth like a baby and begged for food, ¡°Feed me.¡±

    Zhuo Weilan hesitated, but still picked up the spoon.

    She really wanted to feed her a spoonful of porridge that wouldn¡¯t burn her mouth.

    Zhuo Weilan blew for a while and fed the second spoonful. Seeing Mo Shuang smiling happily, he fed the third spoonful. It felt a little smoother, so he fed the third spoonful

    There are actually not many spoons in a bowl of porridge.

    Mo Shuang ate a bowl of porridge and steamed buns without bothering her anymore. Zhuo Weilan looked at the time and felt that it was time to do it as soon as possible, and no longer regarded the breakfast table as an occasion to show affection.

    Midway through, Mo Shuang picked up her phone and checked the message, "Weilan, my uncle said he wanted to see Qin Wen in the evening."

    "Ahem." Zhuo Weilan choked, "Tonight?"

    "right."

    "Tonight" Zhuo Weilan looked at the tender pink coat on her body and felt uneasy thinking about her uncle's suspicion. "No, I have to change into something more old-fashioned. I can't let my uncle think that we are not mature enough."  Qin Wen took it back."

    Mo Shuang¡¯s face was expressionless, ¡°We?¡±

    Zhuo Weilan was too lazy to argue with Mo Shuang and ran upstairs to change clothes.

    She had very few dark-colored clothes, and after wearing them for a long time, she was dissatisfied. She disliked the white sweater she was wearing and planned to change it into something black.  In order to rush for time, she took off her clothes and looked for them at the same time. When she walked past the mirror, she accidentally glanced and found a hickey on her back.

    Zhuo Weilan gritted his teeth and understood that the dream he had yesterday was no longer a dream.

    No wonder Mo Shuang was so afraid that she would run away this morning!

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