Like suddenly thinking of something, Tan Yutong opened his eyes to see Mo Chongyan for a while, and then slowly closed his eyes, as if he had not opened them just now.

"What's the matter?"

Mo Chongyan takes people into his arms, gently follows her hair, and asks in a low voice.

Tan Yutong was silent, shook his head and said:

"it's OK. When we get back to the city, we'll see them again."

Although Tan Yutong didn't say it, Mo Chongyan already understood what she meant, sipped her lips, and swallowed the words that she didn't say, just like he didn't think about it at the beginning.

"Well, what you say is what you say. When I go back, I'll take you with me."

Tan Yutong hesitated, nodded for a long time and said, "good."

With a slight sigh, Mo Chongyan followed Tan Yutong's hair and said in a slow voice:

"in fact, it has been a long time, so don't worry about it. Besides, it's no wonder that you have nothing to do with it from the beginning to the end. You are also a victim."

After a pause, Mo chongyancai said, "if Mingyuan knew that you had been blaming yourself like this all these years, he would be very sorry."

He sighed helplessly. Mo Chongyan always felt that he had done all the things in those years. If it wasn't for him, maybe things wouldn't be like this.

Seeing that Mo Chongyan didn't go on speaking in the middle of his words, Tan Yutong immediately understood that he came over, raised his head, and gave Mo Chongyan a kiss on his lips, then he said in a slow voice:

"I know, I don't care anymore, so I hope you can be the same as me, we can put down together, and no longer tangle about the past."

Mo Chong Yan Leng, obviously did not expect that Tan Yutong would say so, but still nodded, agreed.

"Well, what you say is what you say, and I promise you as long as it's what you say."

Tan Yutong chuckled and once again went into Mo Chongyan's arms. He drilled in his arms. It seemed that he wanted to find a comfortable posture, and then continued to sleep.

Listening to the steady breath in my ear, Mo Chongyan's heart gradually quieted down.

Three years ago, the mission Qi Ming went to perform must be due to some factors he did not control, which led to the failure of the mission.

However, even though time has passed for such a long time, Mo Chongyan still does not want to understand where the problem is.

In fact, Mo Chongyan did not doubt that there was a traitor among them, but he investigated and did not find any problem. It seems that this simple task failed.

But sometimes, the more it seems that there is no problem, the more the biggest problem appears. It is possible that the problem is too big for the Yamen to control.

It's just that time has passed for such a long time, and I don't know that I can't find some evidence at that time to prove that my idea is correct.

Mo Chongyan pursed his lips and gently followed Tan Yutong's hair. He looked thoughtful and frowned slightly.

"Is it really just an accident? Was Qi Mingyuan's mission really just his own failure? "

No matter what he thinks, Mo Chongyan thinks it's impossible. But what happened was that there was no evidence to prove that his idea was right.