When there are more people in the room, it becomes lively.

Qin Muchen came out of the kitchen and sat beside Su Ziyue.

Su Ziyue leaned into his ear and whispered, "Let's go home and celebrate Zixi's birthday."

What is it like to celebrate a child's birthday in the hospital, and she is not feeling well, so she can go home now.

Qin Muchen was reluctant at first, but he thought that Mo Xiyi was there, and at the same time, he was reluctant not to agree to Su Ziyue, so he agreed.

Qin Mushen and Qin Zixi didn't go home for more than half a year, and Qin Mushen and Qin Zixi also had a lot of things in the hospital.

Because it was a temporary decision to go home, Qin Muchen didn't even bring any extra things, but only the ingredients that An Xia brought over. Anyway, there are daily necessities and clothes at home.

As for the things in the hospital, it doesn't matter if you want them or not.

...

Sitting in the car, Su Ziyue turned her head to look out the window at the rapidly receding tall buildings and crowds, feeling a kind of quiet joy and gratitude in her heart.

For more than half a year in a coma, she was not completely ignorant, sometimes she could feel someone talking or walking back and forth around her.

It's just that she feels very tired, so she can't wake up.

Now recalling the scene of driving the car down the cliff at that time, she felt infinite fear in her heart.

Knowing that Qin Yuchuan is Lags, and knowing all the things he has done, when she rushed there, Qin Yuchuan must have planned to kill Qin Muchen.

Qin Muchen regarded him as a relative, but he wanted to kill him just because of a little selfish desire.

The hatred for Qin Yuchuan reached its peak in an instant, without even having time to hesitate.

Thinking about it now, apart from being a little scared, she has no regrets at all.

Qin Mushen, who was at the side, saw that she had been looking out the window in a daze, and couldn't help asking worriedly, "What's wrong?"

Su Ziyue turned to look at him.

She felt that Qin Muchen was nagging now, like an old lady.

"It's okay." Su Ziyue took the initiative to hold his hand, and then looked out of the car window: "After staying in Yunzhou City for so many years, this is the first time I feel that the air here smells so good."

Qin Zixi said in a childish voice from beside Qin Muchen: "Air is colorless and odorless."

Su Ziyue laughed and praised him: "Zixi knows even this, so smart."

Qin Zixi raised his chin, looking eager to go to Su Ziyue's side.

He doesn't want to sit with Dad, he wants to sit with Mom.

Qin Muchen saw his intention and glanced at him indifferently.

Qin Zixi immediately turned his head, pouted his lips, dissatisfied, but dared not refuse.

Su Ziyue took this scene into her eyes, and she pushed Qin Mu to sink.

Qin Muchen looked at her pretending to be puzzled, pretending to be stupid.

Su Ziyue glared at him, then waved to Qin Zixi: "Zixi, come to mom."

"Okay!" Qin Zixi replied loudly, and crawled towards Su Ziyue with all hands and feet.

"Zixi!"

He didn't even listen to Qin Mushen's scolding.

In Qin Zixi's mind, although his father's temper has improved a bit, his favorite is still his mother.

Su Ziyue hugged Qin Zixi in her arms and felt his weight. It was indeed a little heavy.

She turned her head to talk to Qin Zixi, the picture was harmonious and warm.

Qin Muchen pursed his lips, forget it, because Qin Zixi is still young, he won't fight with children.

Until dinner, the two father and son ignored each other.

Su Ziyue was very surprised, she never expected that Qin Muchen would compete with Zixi.

Taking advantage of the fact that everyone else was serving food and wine, Su Ziyue pulled Mo Xiyi aside and asked him, "Qin Muchen, how is he doing now?"

For some reason, Mo Xiyi's tone was full of gunpowder: "What can he do? Having a wife and a son, it couldn't be better."

Su Ziyue: "..."

Did he take gunpowder?

Mo Xiyi also realized that his tone was not right. In order to hide his embarrassment, he coughed dryly and said, "You don't have to worry about him, as long as you are well, he will be fine, and you don't have to just go along with everything just because you are afraid of irritating him." he."

How does she feel? What Mo Xiyi said in his words was "don't be afraid of him getting sick, you can bully him and stimulate him at will...".

Su Ziyue didn't know how Qin Muchen got here and what happened to him in the past half a year.

However, what Mo Xiyi said meant that Qin Muchen was already healed?

"You mean, he's all right?"

"you can say it this way."

Mo Xiyi was as strict as an old pedant, and his words were very credible.

She could see that Mo Xiyi was in a bad mood, so she didn't say anything more, and took Qin Zixi to her seat.

Nan Ke and Nan Chuan were setting the plates, and they were talking without saying a word.

Nan Chuan handed a cup to Nan Ke and asked her, "Do you really think that man is okay?"

Nan Ke paused, and said, "He's a pretty nice guy. If you want to have an in-depth relationship with him, I think it's fine."

"You're not too young, you can think about these things."

"You are much older than me, so you should find me a sister-in-law first."

Su Ziyue didn't hear what they said earlier, and she couldn't hear anything based on these two lines of dialogue, but she guessed that the reason for Mo Xiyi's bad mood was most likely the one that Nan Ke just mentioned could have a deeper relationship. Men are concerned.

Nan Ke turned her head and saw Su Ziyue staring at her, she coughed in embarrassment.

As a patient who just woke up, Su Ziyue couldn't resist the blazing fire of gossip in her body.

She asked unintentionally, "Have you got a boyfriend?"

"No, it's my brother. He's old Cui recently, as if he was afraid that I wouldn't be able to get married. Whenever he meets a promising partner of that age, he will take me to see..."

When Nan Ke said this, she blushed a little.

Su Ziyue suddenly realized: "Oh—"

I can't tell that Nanchuan still has the potential to be a matchmaker.

Nan Chuan couldn't help feeling wronged for himself.

"I'm doing this for Nan Ke's good. She's 27 years old this year, and she's only busy with work all day long..." As soon as Nan Chuan talked about Nan Ke's life-long events, he naturally turned on the rambling mode.

Su Ziyue cast a sympathetic look at Nan Ke, there is no way, she is twenty-four this year... No, she has been lying down for more than half a year, it is already a new year, she is twenty-five years old.

At the age of twenty-five, she has a husband and a three-year-old son. What can she say to comfort Nan Ke, who is still single at the age of twenty-seven?

Here, Nan Chuan is still saying: "I'm not asking Cui to marry her, she must at least have a relationship!"

Su Ziyue agrees with this point.

"I think what Nan Chuan said is right. If you meet a suitable man, Nan Ke, you can start dating first. Don't feel pressured. Marriage depends on fate..."

Before Su Ziyue finished speaking, she saw Mo Xiyi appearing at the dining table, her face as dark as the bottom of a pot.