Chapter 211 (1/2)

after chatting with Cen Muqi at the top of the mountain, Ji Naitang's mood is much better. In the past, when he was alone, he felt that his whole heart was bitter. But now there is a person around him who would like to coax you anytime and anywhere, it seems that these hardships are not so difficult.

”My mother would tell my grandfather what my little uncle wanted to take us. Maybe it was just because she was worried about us. But the foreign Union would take my brother and I to my father, and maybe it was just to protect Qiu's family and my mother. It was just like when he suggested my father adopt my brother.”

”Things in this world are viewed from many different angles. For them, they think it's OK to do so, but from your point of view, it's unforgivable.”

Ji Naitang's voice was a little confused: ”is that me wrong, or are they wrong?”

CEN Muqi stretched out his hand to hook his shoulder and held the man half in his arms. His voice was low but firm: ”you are right.”

Ji Naitang put his head on Cen Muqi's shoulder and quietly felt the sound of the river at the foot of the mountain. Later, CEN Muqi suggested that it would not be easy to come. He simply stayed here to watch the sunrise and then go back. The two men spent the night in the car.

In the morning, half an hour before the sun came out, CEN Muqi woke up Ji Naitang. The two men were waiting for the sunrise. When the sun rose, they took a group photo together.

”You asked your mother that question?”

In Ji Naitang's apartment, Yao Yuanjing asked in surprise. Ji Naitang had just come out of the bath and was still wiping his hair with a towel in his hand. He responded casually.

Yao Yuanjing knows that Ji Naitang has always wanted to ask if Qiu Yue had reported to Qiu Liwen, but because he was afraid of knowing the answer, he never asked.

He had thought about whether Ji Naitang would collapse if he really asked about it and the answer was the same as what they thought.

But now it seems that this person's mood seems to be very calm, with the usual look no different, and even a leisurely shampoo and bath.

Ji Naitang casually throws the towel on the shelf, then leans on the balcony chair by himself, basks in the sun and keeps his eyes closed. Within a minute, his mobile phone rings.