Chapter 1164 My Hand Writes My Heart (1)

Mu Jinchen glanced at the sleeping little woman with his phone, kissed her on the forehead and tiptoed out of the room.

The night was finally a little chilly with the autumn air.

"I know, I'll check the Bense video to see if there is anything to discover. Also, arrange the earliest flight to Bangkok tomorrow. I'll go to Bangkok in person before the wedding."

"Master..."

Qi Dong was a little hesitant to speak when he heard that Mu Jinchen was going to Bangkok in person.

"Just say it straight."

"Cheng Lang is relatively well behaved over there. Since all the signs have shown that Dili Lan'er is Cheng Lang's daughter, why not take direct action? It seems unnecessary for you to go there in person."

Mu Jinchen's deep eyes looked into the distance at the city that was still restless even though it was already late at night. After a while, he replied, "There are many people in this world who will not cry until they see the coffin. Don't alarm Cheng Lan first. Knowing his identity is equivalent to turning from darkness to light. Just send someone to keep a close eye on him. As for Cheng Lang, it is very necessary to let him know that Cheng Lan is in our hands, so he will be cautious."

"Recently, there has been a lot of unrest in Thailand. It is estimated that he will not be detained for long. Hecai will need him soon and will definitely find ways to rescue him. I just hope that he can be detained until after the wedding."

In fact, Qi Dong has always known that Mu Jinchen never shoots without a purpose. He will have his considerations for everything he does. It seems that every time his reasons will convince him. In the past, he only listened to orders and rarely asked why.

Gradually, especially after the young master married the young lady, he spoke and acted much more gently than before, so that he often forgot the old young master who didn't talk much and had a cold face all year round.

"Young master, I understand. I'll arrange it right away."

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When Mu Jinchen returned to the bedroom, Wushuang seemed to have some signs of waking up slowly. He sighed softly, hurried back to the bed, and kissed her forehead and cheeks.

Wushuang frowned and stretched out her beautiful eyebrows, showing a sweet smile, and hugged Mu Jinchen contentedly. It was an unconscious action, which made the man's heart soften. He put his hand on her lower abdomen and fell asleep contentedly.

At five o'clock in the morning, Mu Jinchen woke up on time and set off for Bangkok.

Wushuang was still asleep. After Mu Jinchen got ready, he looked at the little woman who was sleeping unsteadily, walked to the bedside, stroked her forehead, and kissed her again before reluctantly walking towards the door.

Mu Jinchen thought for a moment, then walked upstairs to the study room, took a pen and paper, left a note for Wushuang, and looked back reluctantly at the door. Since Wushuang came into his life, he has been worried about her too much.

Especially after she got pregnant, he would even keep in mind trivial matters such as whether she would be hungry or cold.

In the past, there were only two types of women for him, Mu Zhilan and other women. As cold as he was, if he didn't meet someone with the same ideals, he might spend his whole life alone.

In the past, he never imagined that one day he would live a simple and plain married life with a woman, and he wouldn't feel bored.

To walk hand in hand with her into a future of years and songs, to have children, to witness the growth of the baby together, just like this for a lifetime, he would not think it was enough. If possible, he hoped to book Wushuang's next life, and the next life...