I became a good brother's aunt

Zhuang Xingchen was really a little confused this time, he never expected to switch back with Zhou Nan at this time.

No wonder he was reviewing in the room before, and saw Wen Moqi when he woke up.

Originally I was wondering why I was in the living room, but this time I understood.

After dinner in the evening, he reviewed in his room.

Zhou Nan went to the living room to play games because he was afraid of disturbing his reading.

For some reason, he fell asleep while reading the book. He didn't know that Zhou Nan had been in the living room and had not gone upstairs, and fell asleep on the sofa in the living room.

When he woke up again, the bodies of the two of them just switched back.

The two tried their best to change back before, but they still couldn't find a way. This time, they changed back suddenly, which caught Zhuang Xingchen by surprise.

Especially in the current situation——

He was standing by the stairs with one foot alone. That foot was obviously not injured, so it didn't matter whether he let it go or not.

Especially when Wen Moqi asked him if his foot was injured, he responded.

Zhuang Xingchen was thinking about how to explain it. Wen Moqi had already walked over. He frowned slightly and asked, "Why are you injured?"

Zhuang Xingchen could only continue to pretend: "...twisted."

Wen Moqi squatted down: "Let me see."

Zhuang Xingchen avoided his hand: "It's ready."

Wen Moqi looked up at him: "Okay?"

Zhuang Xingchen: "It's dislocated, I'll take it back."

Wen Moqi looked at his feet again.

He was wearing ordinary slippers, but his feet were fair and beautiful, with round and slender toes, slender and straight ankles, which made his legs extra long.

Wen Moqi looked carefully at his ankle again, but there was no sign of redness or swelling.

Wen Moqi squinted his eyes, looked away, and asked, "Does it still hurt now?"

Zhuang Xingchen said, "Just a little."

Wen Moqi gave a "hmm" and stood up again: "I'll help you up."

Zhuang Xingchen shook his head: "I can do it myself."

Wen Moqi raised his eyebrows: "You have a plaster cast on your hand, and your foot is sprained again, are you sure you can do it?"

Zhuang Xingchen was silent.

Wen Moqi: "Help you or carry you, choose one."

When he said this, he paused, and added with a half-smile: "Or do you want to hug?"

Zhuang Xingchen stretched out his left hand: "Thank you uncle."

This means to help.

Wen Moqi seemed to have some regrets.

If you put it on, you have to put it on to the end.

Fortunately, Zhuang Xingchen had the experience of the previous week, coupled with long-term exercise, jumping upstairs with one foot was not a problem.

Just feel a little silly.

At the door of the room, Zhuang Xingchen stopped: "Thank you, Uncle."

Wen Moqi's eyes were a little strange: "You and Xiao Nan changed rooms? Your room is not this."

Zhou Nan lived in the second bedroom.

Zhuang Xingchen lived in the master bedroom.

And here is the door of the second bedroom.

Zhuang Xingchen: "..."

Zhuang Xingchen: "Thank you in advance."

As he spoke, he jumped two steps forward and came to the door of the master bedroom on the second floor.

Wen Mo prayed: "Well, go to bed early, good night."

Zhuang Xingchen: "Good night."

Zhuang Xingchen was about to enter the door when Wen Moqi suddenly said, "Wait."

Zhuang Xingchen: "?"

Wen Moqi squatted down and took a photo of his feet: "Okay, go to sleep."

She also thoughtfully closed the door for Zhuang Xingchen.

At the door, Zhuang Xingchen looked down at his feet, then took out his mobile phone and called Zhou Nan.

The phone rang for a long time, but no one answered.

Zhuang Xingchen remembered that he had muted his phone in order to review.

He had no choice but to send a message to Zhou Nan, telling him that the bodies of the two had been exchanged.

Outside the door of the room, separated by a wall.

Wen Moqi stood at the railing, thoughtful.

Today's children seem to have become silent again.

In the morning, he was worried that Zhou Nan would lead him badly, because his personality and temper were very similar to Zhou Nan's.

Now?

Back in the master bedroom on the third floor, Wen Moqi sent the photo to Qiao Le.

Jole:?

Wen Moqi: Look, it's dislocated.

Qiao Le: Are you serious? It’s been a few years since you changed your career, so you can’t judge by yourself?

Wen Moqi: He said he picked it up, but I didn't see it, so I want to check with you again.

Qiao Le zoomed in on the picture, but couldn't quite see it.

When the photos are taken, the colors are often distorted and cannot be judged.

Qiao Le: There is no redness and swelling. You have to see it on the spot. If you just picked it up, there will be some traces. I can't see it through the photos.

Wen Moqi: Yes.

He just didn't see it, so he asked Qiao Le to watch it again.

So, what did the kid lie to him for?

The next morning, Zhuang Xingchen's biological clock woke up at 6:[-] on time.

After washing his face and brushing his teeth, he reviewed on the balcony of his room.

At eight o'clock, Zhuang Xingchen checked the time and put down the documents in his hand.

At this time, Wen Moqi should have gone to work.

This is the schedule that Zhou Nan told him last night. Wen Moqi leaves for work at 7:50.

In order to avoid meeting Wen Moqi, the two of them agreed to 'get up' after he left.

Although that was the plan before the body was replaced, it was to not 'expose' the secret.

But even if he changed his body now, Zhuang Xingchen thought about what happened last night, so he chose to go downstairs later.

But sometimes it just happens to be like this, the less you want to meet someone, the more you will meet.

As soon as Zhuang Xingchen reached the first floor, he heard Wen Moqi's voice: "It's early, come over for breakfast."

Zhuang Xingchen followed the sound, and saw that Mo Qi was sitting in the dining room, enjoying his breakfast leisurely.

Although Wen Moqi sometimes has a bad temper and often speaks cynically and sarcasticly, when he is sitting there eating, his posture is lazy but elegant, giving people the feeling of a rich and noble son, which is very eye-catching.

Zhuang Xingchen paused and walked towards the restaurant: "Good morning, Uncle."

Wen Moqi glanced at his legs: "No more pain in your feet?"

Zhuang Xingchen: "It doesn't hurt anymore."

Wen Moqi nodded, and asked her aunt to bring another breakfast.

Zhuang Xingchen lowered his head and ate quietly.

His quietness is completely different from the previous few days.

All of a sudden, he returned to his original character from the boundary of "close to Mo Zhehei" with Zhou Nan.

Zhuang Xingchen didn't talk much at first, but Wen Moqi was thinking about something again, and the restaurant was very quiet for a while.

When Zhuang Xingchen was about to finish his breakfast, a joyous exclamation came from the second floor: "Star!!!"

As soon as I heard the loud voice, I knew it was Zhou Nan.

When Zhou Nan woke up, he found that the two of them had changed their bodies. He was so moved that he wanted to cry!

...Of course, he wasn't moved because he didn't have to take the assessment for the stars, absolutely not.

With one foot alone and the other hand holding on to the railing of the stairs, he jumped all the way down from the second floor. Even with only one foot, he couldn't stop his wind-like speed.

"Star! Great! We finally... why are you still here?!"

Halfway through the conversation, Zhou Nan found another person in the restaurant, and it turned into a question.

Wen Moqi glanced at him: "Why can't I be here?"

Zhou Nan quickly said, "Aren't you going to work? What time is it now!"

Wen Moqi: "Today is Sunday, I rest."

Zhou Nan: "..."

Zhou Nan tried his best to ignore the existence of Wen Moqi, and looked into Zhuang Xingchen's eyes with joy again: "Xingxing, have you finished eating? I have something to ask you, let's go upstairs and talk!"

Zhuang Xingchen nodded: "Okay."

He finished drinking the milk, and politely said to Wen Moqi: "Uncle, then I'll go up first."

Wen Mo prayed 'hmm'.

Zhuang Xingchen left the restaurant, Zhou Nan took his hand, and the two went upstairs again.

Wen Moqi stared at the backs of the two of them, looked at Zhou Nan's bouncing body, and gradually frowned.

Although Wen Moqi didn't go to work, he still went out.

His few friends all made an appointment to have dinner today.

Jole is there too.

Qiao Le was very concerned about the relationship between him and Zhou Nan's nephew and uncle. When eating, he didn't forget to ask if the two were reconciled now.

Wen Moqi asked, "How do you calculate reconciliation?"

Qiao Le quickly said: "Isn't Xiao Nan living in your house? He is willing to call you uncle, so this is a reconciliation?"

What Wen Moqi thought of was when Zhou Nan went downstairs in the morning.

When Zhou Nan was still in the hospital, the first time he saw him, he would obediently call him uncle.

But not in the morning.

Moreover, the defense and vigilance in his eyes are not fake.

Wen Moqi said flatly: "It's sort of."

"Is it? Don't you want to listen to you?"

"Anyway, it's not as obedient as Xing Chen's child."

Qiao Le was speechless: "Why do I think you treat Zhuang Xingchen better than Xiao Nan? What's wrong with you? Xiao Nan is your nephew."

Wen Moqi asked back: "Is there?"

Qiao Le: "No? Do you know that you look like...I think about it, like you have something to think about other people's stars. Fuck, speaking of this, don't you really want to get involved in others? Right? How old is that kid, aren't you?"

When the friends around heard this, they immediately became interested.

"Pray silently for someone you like?"

"I'll go! Is it true? How old are you? You can't be 20 years old, right?"

Wen Moqi laughed and scolded: "Don't make random guesses, I have no idea about that child."

But the more Qiao Le thought about it, the more something went wrong: "Why don't I really believe it? You look at your own attitude towards him, it doesn't look like you have no idea, otherwise you talk about it, it's not a relative, why do you So kind to Xingchen? You changed wards, and took him home to take care of him...just because he is Xiaonan's friend? But you are not even so kind to Xiaonan, let alone his friend."

Other friends also joked: "This is really tricky!"

When Wen Mo prayed to Qiao Le, he became more and more exaggerated and laughed: "What are you thinking? "

Qiao Le was a little surprised: "Have you seen it before? When?"

Wen Moqi: "When he was 15 years old."

Qiao Le's eyes widened: "15 years old? 5 years ago?"

Wen Moqi: "Well, I dissected his father."

Jole was stunned.

Wen Moqi said softly, "That was the first case I took over."

He used to be a forensic doctor, and in the Forensic Pathology Department of the judicial appraisal institute, he dealt with the kind of autopsy that excluded unnatural death after homicide.

That day, he took over a deceased person. It is said that this person died suddenly when he had a dispute with others.

The other party said that he didn't touch the deceased at all, and the deceased fell down.

The wife of the deceased insisted that it was the other party who killed her.

Since there is no surveillance, there is no witness.

Thus, the deceased was sent to the laboratory.

The results of the appraisal came out, and it was true that the deceased had a recessive disease in his body and died suddenly.

He vaguely remembered that the wife of the deceased begged him hard, asking him to identify that the deceased was killed by the other party, so that he could get a lot of compensation.

The deceased was also desperate for money to save the lives of his family members, so he went to that person to argue.

But facts are facts, and the appraisal cannot be faked.

The wife of the deceased fainted.

Then the only family member he could connect with was a 15-year-old boy.

The young boy's eyes were very clean, but he was a little bewildered.

Pulling away from the memory, Wen Moqi poured a glass of wine, and slowly said: "That's the way it is, I don't have any thoughts about people and children, I just see him well-behaved and a little pitiful, so I just take care of him." take care of."

Qiao Le sighed after hearing this: "This child really makes people feel distressed."

I was forced to take on this responsibility at a young age.

Wen Moqi pouted: "Besides, that kid is not my type."

Qiao Le: "Okay, I misunderstood you."

Because Wen Moqi drank, after the dinner was over, Qiao Le took the initiative to drive him home.

Qiao Le often comes to Wenmo to pray home, and he is familiar with the road.

Before returning to Wen Moqi's house, Qiao Le suddenly looked at the front and said strangely: "Hey, isn't that Xiao Nan and Xing Chen?"

Wen Moqi followed his line of sight, and saw not far ahead, Zhuang Xingchen and Zhou Nan seemed to be having an argument with a middle-aged couple.

The middle-aged man had a rather irritable temper. After a few curses, he even pushed his hands away.

Qiao Le quickly said: "Let's go, let's go over and have a look..."

When I turned around, there was no one in the car.

Wen Moqi strode up behind Zhuang Xingchen, and hugged the pushed boy.

"Are you okay?"

Zhuang Xingchen shook his head, he is fine.

But there was no one to help, and Zhou Nan, who had injured another leg, was in trouble.

He was pushed to the ground and groaned.

But obviously, his wailing did not attract Wen Moqi's attention.

Wen Moqi was checking whether Zhuang Xingchen in his arms was injured.

Qiao Le, who rushed over, first looked at the little nephew who was lying on the ground and was left unattended, and then at Wen Moqi who had only Zhuang Xingchen in his eyes.

Qiao Le: "..."

What the hell do you call this 'handy care'?

Can you see your nephew on the ground?

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PS——

Wen Moqi: He is not my type, I just take care of him.

Jole: You better be