Mysterious level up! Shen Ye cries and begs for reconciliation again

"Uncle, I quit." Qi Yan pushed the cigarette box back.

Mu Yuan stared at her, raised his hand and said, "It's good to quit smoking. It's good to quit smoking. It's good for your health."

"You should smoke less too." Qi Yan advised.

"I'm different from you. You can quit..." Mu Yuan smiled, "But I can't."

He clicked on his lighter, lit the cigarette at his lips, and took a puff: "My life depends on this."

Qi Yan was silent for a while, glanced at the few people who greeted him and left in the distance, and pursed his lips.

"Uncle Mu, what does today mean?"

"I'll just take you to meet your mother's comrades-in-arms, so that we can get to know them better."

Mu Yuan took a puff of smoke, and the stimulation of nicotine lingered in his lungs.

Qi Yan frowned: "Uncle Mu..."

"Small smoke."

Mu Yuan suddenly called her, holding the white smoke between his fingertips, "They can usually protect Shen Rao in the imperial capital, and they can also make things easier for him when he is needed."

Qi Yan looked at him without saying anything.

"What are you looking at?" Mu Yuan rubbed her head. "Don't worry, I have already informed them. Considering your mother and I's face, I will help them if I can."

“…You don’t have to do this.” Qi Yan smoothed her messy hair.

Mu Yuan took off the ashes, looked at her and said, "Uncle, I can't give you much."

The bright yellow street lights shone on his face, and the overflowing misty smoke blurred his eyes, making the villain's appearance seem somewhat tender.

"That's all the connections I have. Consider it my gift to him."

Mu Yuan glanced at the car window behind him and said, "Since your Qi family doesn't openly give preferential treatment, then I will give you some convenience."

"But he can't just use his connections randomly," Mu Yuan said, biting his cigarette, "You have to explain it to him clearly."

"He won't."

Qi Yan said.

Mu Yuan snorted softly: "Your vision, Shu Xin."

Otherwise, they wouldn’t have brought in a group of old comrades.

He stared at the few people who had not left yet, with a smile on his face.

“Did you take pictures at the table?”

"What photos are you taking?"

"You are such a slow-witted kid."

Mu Yuan stamped out his cigarette butt and said, "If you take two pictures tonight, you can threaten these old gang members who are taking bribes and living a luxurious life. With this evidence in hand, how can they not do anything?"

Qi Yan: “…”

Do they know you are so mean?

"That's not good."

"Not good?" Mu Yuan raised his eyebrows. "It's good as long as it's useful, but I will lend a hand if it doesn't threaten these people."

"...Thank you, Uncle Mu," Qi Yan said softly with his eyes lowered.

She knew it was well-intentioned.

"Why thank you? I should thank you for letting me drink the son-in-law wine. I thought I would never have the chance to do so again in this life."

Mu Yuan looked up at the sky, took out another cigarette, and said something without any reason.

"It's almost spring..."

Qi Yan looked at his profile and suddenly stretched out her hand: "Uncle, give me one too."

After a moment, Mu Yuan turned his head and glanced at her: "Didn't you quit?"

"Well," Qi Yan said, "I'll have one with you."

Mu Yuan handed it over and said with a smile: "You girl..."

A middle school student and a young man were squatting on the curb opposite the car and chatting in a very ungraceful manner.

Qi Yan lit the cigarette, took only one puff and didn't touch it again. He hadn't smoked for a while and was not used to it now.

Mu Yuan noticed all her little actions.

"Forget it if I can't smoke."

"...Okay." Qi Yan stared at the tobacco wisps floating in the air in a trance.

Mu Yuan tried to find a topic to talk about, with the burning cigarette butt pointed towards the Maybach. "When are you going to get the certificate? It should be quick for you to get it done, and there's no need for a political review. Pick a date and get the certificate."

Qi Yan's hand holding the cigarette butt shook, and the ash fell to the ground. She bent her arms, hugged her knees, and whispered.

"How can it be so fast? I haven't proposed yet."

"He didn't beg you? Why do you have to beg him?" Mu Yuan was a little dissatisfied.

"No..." Thinking of Shen Rao who was about to propose to her four years ago, Qi Yan added, "I should be the one to ask for marriage this time."

Mu Yuan understood something.

"I don't understand you young people, but I'm telling you, now that you've confirmed it, hold on tight and don't let anyone get away."

"That's what you said."

Qi Yan brushed the hair from her temples, revealing the slightly red tips of her ears. She glanced at Bai Wu and whispered, "His birthday is coming soon. I plan to propose to him then."

"Oh, you're quite romantic. Have you got the ring? Let me see it, uncle. I'll give you some advice."

Mu Yuan's smile paused when he saw the ring she had prepared. He took her phone and was silent for a few seconds.

"You...really spent a lot of money..."

"After all, it only happens once in a lifetime." Qi Yan narrowed her eyes.

Mu Yuan tilted his head and looked at her with a melancholy look: "I have to say, you look a lot like your dad."

The Qi family actually produced a lovesick person.

"It's rare that you say that." Qi Yan put away his phone.

"Actually, I've never told you," Mu Yuan said seriously, "You're more like your father than your mother."

Cold-bloodedness and dictatorship are more deeply ingrained in her than her compassion, as well as her rare infatuation and——

"Especially your ink-staining energy."

Qi Yan was helpless: "You should have a sense of ritual to respect your partner."

"Who taught you all this?"

"My father."

"See," Mu Yuan said disdainfully, "He is famous for being a dilatory person."

He added: "Some people just fall for this. Don't you feel angry?"

"..."

Qi Yan didn't respond. He threw the burnt cigarette into the trash can, patted his trouser legs and stood up.

"Uncle Mu, it's getting late and you've drunk quite a bit. I'll take you home."

Mu Yuan also followed her movements and stood up, throwing away the cigarette butt: "No need, Xiao Pei will pick me up."

Just at this moment, a private car on the side of the road turned on its double flash lights, and Pei Shu leaned out of the car window and waved over here.

"Uncle Mu!"

Mu Yuan replied to him and said to Qi Yan: "I'm leaving first, so you should go slowly on your way."

"it is good."

He walked to the private car, turned around and shouted to Qi Yan: "Xiao Yan, stop wasting time! Hurry up!"

Don't end up regretting like him.

"I understand." Qi Yan nodded with a smile.

Mu Yuan looked at her again, opened the car door and got in.

Pei Shu held the steering wheel and asked curiously, "What are you talking about? What's the hurry?"

"I'll ask Qi Yan to propose and get the marriage certificate as soon as possible."

Mu Yuan leaned on the passenger seat and closed his eyes and said.

Pei Shu: “…”

He looked at Qi Yan's figure outside the car and muttered, "It's not that simple..."

"It's that simple for her," Mu Yuan opened his eyes, "Drive, do you want to trap your uncle to death?"

"Oh oh oh," Pei Shu started the car, "Let's go now."

Watch Pei Shu's car leave and make sure there is no smell of smoke on him.

Qi Yan just walked towards the driver's seat of the Maybach, but Shen Rao stopped her and she didn't even take a sip of the wine.

Probably because he was really drunk, Shen Rao was sleeping soundly in the back seat. She rested her head on the seat and looked down at his drunken face for a while before sitting down and driving towards the highway.

Halfway through the journey, her cell phone rang. Qi Yan glanced at the unfamiliar number and picked up the phone.

"Yan Yan~"

The soft voice on the other side was full of twists and turns, and Qi Yan knew who it was the moment he heard it.