The pet career of Shaoqing of Dali Temple

Chapter 517 I'd Rather Let Her Never Remember, I'm Your Uncle
Qing Moyan looked at Ru Xiaonan with soft light in his eyes.

Mu Bolun couldn't tell what it was like.

Late is late, no matter in ancient times or in modern times.

Doctor Zhong frowned, "It's impossible for her to forget everything, because the seal already exists, and I can't crack it, but I can make Madam forget what happened before."

Qing Moyan's eyes lit up: "What should I do, it won't hurt her."

"No, no." Dr. Zhong promised, "If it's just to make her forget what happened before, I'll give her a hypnosis."

"If she goes to the hospital again in the future, will she remember?" Mu Bolun asked.

"It's... hard to say." Dr. Zhong thought for a while, "But I can leave a hint for her. As long as she reminds her again when she is about to remember it, she will forget it again."

"What kind of hint?" Mulberon asked.

"A short sentence, or any sound...it's fine."

"You can't use your voice." Qing Moyan rejected the proposal.

Mu Bolun touched his chin, "That's right, if you encounter the same voice or language as the hint, there will be some trouble."

"Is it okay to use physical contact?" Qing Moyan asked Dr. Zhong.

Dr. Zhong was stunned for a moment, "Yes."

Embarrassment quickly flashed across Mu Bolun's face, "Qing Moyan, we are talking about business!"

"What I'm talking about is business." Qing Moyan said to Dr. Zhong, "When can I hypnotize her."

"As long as Madam can wake up, the sooner the better."

"Understood." Qing Moyan sat on the edge of the bed, supported Ru Xiaonan's back neck with one hand and made her sit up halfway, leaning on her body.

"Does Mr. Qing want to stay here?" Dr. Zhong asked puzzled, usually only he and the patient were present during hypnosis.

"If I leave, I'm worried that you won't be able to control her." Qing Moyan answered concisely, he looked up at Mu Bolun, "Go out."

Mu Bolun was full of unwillingness, but he had no choice but to go out and wait.

Qing Moyan's voice could be heard faintly in the room, calling softly, "...Niuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu."

About half an hour later, Dr. Zhong and Qing Moyan came out together.

"What's going on?" Mulberon asked.

"Successful." Dr. Zhong replied, "Madam is asleep, and this time there should be no more out-of-control phenomena."

Qing Moyan walked straight past them, took out a set of clean clothes from the cabinet, then turned and went into the bathroom.

Mu Bolun waited until the bathroom door was closed, and then asked Dr. Zhong, "What kind of hint did Qing Moyan ask you to give Ru Xiaonan just now?"

Dr. Zhong smiled, "It seems that Mr. Qing and his wife have a very good relationship. Mr. Qing used a kiss."

"...Kiss?" Mu Bolun's tongue seemed to be tied.

"Next time, if Madam loses control again, Mr. Qing only needs to kiss the other party's forehead to complete the hint to her."

Hearing this, Mu Bolun felt sour in his heart.

Qing Moyan came out of the shower, changed into clean clothes, and shaved off the stubble on her face, looking very energetic.

"I ordered some meals. If you don't want to die, you can eat your stomach first." Mu Bolun sat on the chair with his shoulders in his arms, angrily.

Qing Moyan looked at the several dishes on the table, they were all ordered by Mu Bolun in the restaurant in the small town, and they were all still hot.

He sat down without saying a word, picked up the bowl and started eating.

Mu Bolun sat there watching him eat, the expression on his face gradually softened.

"I have arranged for someone to investigate the matter you asked me to investigate, but it may take some time after 20 years."

Qing Moyan asked Mu Bolun to help him find out which onmyojis had been to the town 20 years ago.

Although the Xuan family in Yushanfang is powerful in the town, they are not onmyojis and don't understand the sky and the moon, so it is best to leave this matter to Mu Bolun.

Qing Moyan calmly swallowed the food in her mouth, "How is your family going?"

Mu Bolun chuckled, "It's rare that Shaoqing cares about others."

Qing Moyan's eyeballs swept over, her gaze was slightly cold.

The smile on Mu Bolun's face was even bigger, "Don't stare at me, you are not the young minister of Dali Temple now, and I am not the little prince Yu Jingqi anymore, what can't you say well?"

"I'm good enough to talk."

I have to admit that Qing Moyan is telling the truth.

With his current appearance, he is already very rare and pleasant.

"That idiot Mu Shiyu was killed by you. The old man was very excited to see that I went back alive, but every time he saw me, he would show a sad look, which really didn't make me happy at all."

It seems that he has successfully controlled the Mu family.

Qing Moyan looked at his short silver hair.

Presumably, old man Mu was stimulated by the color of his hair.

Since ancient times, it has been a sad thing for a white-haired person to send a black-haired person. Now that he sees his grandson turning gray overnight, how can the old man feel better.

"Don't let others trick you this time." Qing Moyan said quietly.

He was referring to the fact that Yu Jingqi was secretly used by the prince in Yexia Kingdom.

Mu Bolun smiled, "If it happens again, I might as well drown in the wine glass."

How can the same mistake be made twice.

After Qing Moyan had finished his meal, Mu Bolun had no intention of leaving, but instead, the people who directed him brought a lot of luggage and piled it up in the yard.

Qing Moyan was stunned: "What do you mean?"

Mu Bolun smiled brightly, "I'm going to live with you."

Looking at Qing Moyan's gradually gloomy face, Mu Bolun was overjoyed, "Are you welcoming friends, I'm here to help you."

"Do you think you can pass the turbulent assessment by yourself?" Qing Moyan retorted coldly.

"Friends should help each other." Mu Bolun smiled.

Qing Moyan suddenly discovered that Yu Jingqi's soul was not only fused with Mu Bolun, but also their personalities assimilated.

What a nuisance.

Qing Moyan stretched her face.

"Where should I live?" Mu Bolun hugged his shoulders and looked at the yard.

"Go to the backyard." Qing Moyan pointed to the hanging flower door.

"That's the back house, and I'm not a woman." Mu Bolun blurted out, and in his subconscious, he still retained some ancient habits.

Qing Moyan narrowed her eyes, "This is not ancient times. There is no back house. If you want to enter my back house, you have to first ask me if I agree, whether or not I will accept you."

Mu Bolun was choked by Qing Moyan's scrambling: "Qing Moyan...you...you..."

"By the way." Qing Moyan turned her head suddenly after walking away a few steps, and said in a low voice, "If you're talking about seniority, I'm still your uncle. Remember not to make your aunt angry when you have nothing to do. Remember to honor her a lot."

Mu Bolun's eyes turned black.

Uncle... how do you talk about this seniority?

In fact, what he didn't know was that Qing Moyan didn't make fun of him, but deliberately took advantage of him.

Based on Qing Moyan's true identity, he is indeed Mu Bolun's uncle.

(End of this chapter)