u, "Xiang Shao killed He Zong at the entrance of the emergency room. There's a 90% chance he can be saved, and you will be imprisoned for murder, and Miss Xiang will also suffer because of your reckle...Feng Mu gave a faint "um," "You don't have to worry about Xiang Wan's matters. Everything has been handled properly. After going abroad, someone will be there to receive you."

That's good.

Meng Lan let out a sigh of relief.

Right now, what worries her most is undoubtedly A-wei. In her current state, she's simply not suitable for going out alone, especially to such a dangerous place abroad.

Let's not talk about anything else, what if the Milan side doesn't plan to let go of Hoshimachi Suisei at all Could she be implicated as well

"Don't worry."

Seeing her worry, Feng Mu strode over to her side, gently patted her shoulder, and whispered reassuringly, "Don't worry, I'll handle things with Xiang Wan. Nothing will happen."

"Okay."

Meng Lan pursed her lips, subconsciously raising her eyes to look at Feng Mu's arm that was resting on her shoulder. Her gaze darkened slightly.

I don't know why.

Wherever there was a shepherd, her heart felt safe and secure. She always felt he would handle everything well, so... she trusted him from the bottom of her heart.

Don't think too much.

Feng Mu reached out and hugged her, leaning close to her ear and softly reminding her, "Although Nian Cheng has been staying with me these past few days, his heart is always thinking of you. He keeps saying he wants to find Mommy. If you're not busy, you should go see him."

When she heard Liu Niancheng's name, Menglan's eyes flashed with a ripple of emotion.

A tender look appeared in Menglan's eyes as if she saw her son's adorable little face. She quickly reminded, "Niancheng... hasn't he been sleeping very uncomfortably outside these days He has water allergy, have you checked to see if he has any small rashes on his body"

"You don't have to worry about this." Feng Mu leaned against her ear, softly reminding her, "Nian Cheng is fine, he just misses you a little."

After hearing that, Menglan couldn't help but feel a twinge of sadness in her heart, a wry smile on her lips.

"Okay, I'll try to finish work early tomorrow and pick Niancheng up as soon as possible."

Tonight is Wanwan's last night.

Just now in her room, A-Wai specially entrusted her that after she left, all the basic affairs of the company would be handed over to her for handling. She will face a more challenging situation.

By then, Meilan would be even busier, and she'd have very few chances to see her son.

"Mm." Feng Mu looked at her, softly replying, "If Niancheng knew, he would definitely be very happy."

“...”

Meng Lan lowered her eyes, concealing the trace of guilt in them.

And how could she not miss her son

However, not everyone can live their life according to their own wishes. There will always be sudden events that catch you off guard.

……

The next day.

Early in the morning, after packing her bags, Huā Wǎn arrived at the airport under the farewells of Fēng Mù and Mèng Lán.

After learning the cause of He Hanchuan's death, Zhao Yu's physical condition plummeted. She had a high fever last night and after receiving several IV drips, her temperature finally subsided this morning.

Therefore, Zhao Yu could only recuperate at home and couldn't come to see her.

After retrieving her airplane ticket, Wanyi walked into the waiting room.

Today, she wore a black trench coat and a baseball cap covering half her face. She lowered her eyes, staring at the ticket in her palm.

There are less than half an hour before takeoff.

What kind of obstacles she would face abroad, it's all unknown. Maybe she'd find clues to He Hanchuan's whereabouts, or maybe she'd only see his body...

Thinking of this, Xiangwan's nose suddenly ached, tears were about to well up in her eyes.

"Knock, knock—"

Just then, the door was suddenly knocked open and Feng Mu and Meng Lan rushed in.

"You're here." Xiang Wan greeted softly, raising her hand to wipe the tears from her cheeks.

Even if her movements were quick, Dream Orchid would still catch them in her eyes. She hurried over with a small bag of breakfast and said softly, "Don't be sad, you're going to take off soon, eat something to replenish your energy first."

"Okay." Xiang Wan nodded lightly.

Meng Lan placed the breakfast on the table. Her slender fingers were about to unwrap the bag, but because the food was too hot, she quickly retracted her fingers, "hiss" and gasped for breath!

"How are you"

Feng Mu walked forward immediately, asking her softly, "Are you hurt anywhere"

"I'm fine."

Before Meng Lan could even respond, Feng Mu had already unceremoniously grabbed her hand and carefully inspected the reddened burn on it, a hint of concern in his eyes.

"When will you learn to take care of yourself" Feng Mu's tone was serious, but his words were filled with doting.

Menglan lowered her eyes, a hint of grievance appearing in their depths.

But inside, I couldn't help but mutter to myself: What kind of man is this He's just been slightly burned and he's acting so aggressive!

Looking at her pitiful appearance, even if Feng Mu had grievances in his heart, he couldn't bear to say another word. He could only pull her hand over and gently blow on it a few times.

Meng Lan was stunned. As she felt Feng Mu gently protecting her finger, his warm breath brushed against the burned area like feathers, and unexpectedly, it didn't hurt anymore.

It was as if some magic spell had been cast.

"Does it still hurt" His voice was full of concern.

"It doesn't hurt anymore." Menglan's cheeks were flushed.

Feng Mu let out a faint "um" before shielding her behind him. He then stepped forward, proactively untied the food bag, and poured the century egg lean meat porridge into a bowl.

They had just turned around when they saw that Hoshimachi's deep eyes were looking at them, her face already covered in tears.

Looking at her like this, Meng Lan's heart was filled with a pang of sadness too.

Perhaps because they were both women, she could deeply understand Hoshimachi's feelings and knew exactly how much pain was in her heart at this moment.

At this point, Menglan took a step forward and reached out to embrace her.

"Don't be sad, maybe it will be like you think. Kankawa didn't die, he's still alive and well, just gone for a while."

After she spoke, Xiang Wan gently lowered her eyes and raised her hand to tightly hug Meng Lan's shoulder.

She buried her head in Menglan's embrace, tears streaming down her cheeks and soaking Menglan's collar. "Thank you, I understand, but it's that every moment of my life, I miss Hanchuan. You know When we got married, he promised me with his own mouth that he would love me like a child for the rest of his life."

When he was here, I never had to face these risks, but this bastard… to be so heartless, to leave us behind!, but just now when she was dancing in the dance floor with Feng Mu, she heard him whispering in her ear, his voice suddenly dropping, coldly reminding her, "Wang Zhisan, I, Feng Mu, have never been a...