Jiu Ye, your little ancestor doesn't want to take responsibility

Hearing the word kidnapping, Lou Shuo was stunned for a moment:

"Mumu and I are fine, why was Wenyu kidnapped?"

Hearing that they were fine, Mu Zheng breathed a sigh of relief:

"They weren't kidnapped, but they almost were. You know how much your Uncle Nine values ​​those two children, and he has several personal bodyguards. Wen Yu had a performance at the Grand Theater today, and while waiting backstage, she was almost kidnapped. Luckily, Song Ke was following her personally and she discovered her in time."

Lou Shuo also breathed a sigh of relief: "Did they catch him?"

Mu Zheng: "No, they ran away. The three of them were clearly planning a kidnapping. It's just that those people were very skilled in makeup, and the police couldn't confirm their appearance after checking the surveillance for a long time. But your uncle Jiu has already asked people to continue the investigation. Your uncle Qin and I suspect that this matter may be related to Yuan Shini."

Mu Zheng let out a long sigh:

"I hope we're overthinking it. I've been a bit nervous lately. Xiao Shuo, please keep an eye on Mu Mu at school. Don't leave the school unless necessary. We'll pick you up on Friday and call you when we get there. You can come out later."

Lou Shuo said "hmm", thought about it, and finally told Mu Zheng that Yuan Shini had the photos.

He didn't dare tell Qin Xiuyun about this matter. He was worrying about who to tell when he unexpectedly received a call from Mu Zheng.

On the other end of the phone, Mu Zheng subconsciously glanced at Qin Xiuyun, then pretended to move to the side with water, laughing:

"Really? That girl has quite a few tricks up her sleeve, hahaha. Then you must be careful and keep her steady first. Thank you for your hard work, Xiao Shuo."

After saying that, Mu Zheng hung up the phone in a hurry.

Qin Xiuyun, who was looking at his phone next to him, didn't even raise his head:

"Wife, what did Xiao Shuo say? What photos did I hear?"

Are dog ears so sensitive?

Mu Zheng coughed. She hadn't intended to hide it, she was just thinking about how to start the conversation.

"Yes, new photos have appeared." Mu Zheng praised vigorously: "My husband is really foresighted. Last night he said that the little girl would have a backup plan. I didn't expect you to be right."

Qin Xiuyun, who originally didn't care much, put down his phone after hearing this. He looked at Mu Zheng with his fox eyes behind the lens:

"Tell me, whose photo is it?"

Mu Zheng hooked her fingers around his:

"……mine."

For many years, Qin Xiuyun had never seen her act coquettishly or show affection.

The fingers scratched at his palm, and his heart felt like it was being gently fanned by a feather.

Fortunately, President Qin still had his sense and was not tempted by beauty.

His narrow eyes narrowed:

"Oh? What kind of photo of Mr. Mu could allow someone to use it as a threat?"

Mu Zheng pulled her hand back and deliberately put on a stern face: "Isn't it all your fault?"

Qin Xiuyun: "Blame me?"

Mu Zheng: "Of course it's your fault. If you hadn't let me down back then, I wouldn't have lost my memory and wouldn't have been so dissolute for so many years. What else could it be? Of course it's photos of me and my close friends."

Qin Xiuyun's breathing stagnated: "..."

The aura of President Qin, who had been so wise and powerful just now, instantly weakened by half. He grabbed Mu Zheng's hand and pulled her into his arms:

"Sorry, it's all my fault."

"It's your fault in the first place." Mu Zheng curled her lips.

Qin Xiuyun held his breath:

"Are those photos particularly...excessive?"

Mu Zheng thought about it carefully:

"I was just playing around with them. We didn't even kiss. At most, we were a little intimate. That's not too much, right?"

Qin Xiuyun gritted his teeth secretly:

"Not too much, not too much at all."