She is the world's thousands of styles

After worshiping the ancestors, everyone returned to the Shen family's ancestral house to share dinner.

The atmosphere at the dinner table was a bit strange. Although everyone pretended to be nonchalant and talked and laughed, it felt like everyone was acting.

Playing a happy drama for the whole family.

Lin Xiaoxi is also the actor, and also an audience, silently looking at everyone present.

"Xiaoxi, eat more."

Suddenly a calm and clear voice sounded.

Lin Xiaoxi turned his head and saw a refined man with a clear and steady appearance.

On the way here, Shen Mochuan had already introduced the situation of the whole family to Lin Xiaoxi.

The man was Shen Mochuan's uncle, called Rong Zeming, who was 42 years old this year.

If Shen Mochuan hadn't told Lin Xiaoxi that Rong Zeming was 42 years old, she would never have noticed.

Rong Zeming is well maintained, looks up to 35 years old, and his temperament is outstanding, giving people a kind of indifference of a successful person.

Lin Xiaoxi smiled politely and replied, "Thank you uncle."

Rong Zeming and Xi introduced with a smile: "Try this Buddha jumping over the wall, it was prepared by our chef for eight hours."

She bowed her head politely and took a sip, the fragrance remained on her lips and teeth, it was indeed a delicacy.

"It was delicious."

"Then you should eat more, don't be like the little girl nowadays who shouts to lose weight, it's obvious that everyone is skinny."

Lin Xiaoxi couldn't help laughing, "Haha~"

She didn't expect that this serious-looking man with a kind of pedantry would actually say such common words.

Rong Zeming nodded in satisfaction: "In the future, if you encounter any difficulties, you can come to me."

"Ok."

Lin Xiaoxi finally met a normal person in the Shen family, and someone who didn't hate her.

Mrs. Shen next to her couldn't stand it anymore, and said in a more forceful tone: "Ze Ming, why are you talking to this kind of person?"

Rong Zeming explained in a friendly manner: "Sister, I think Xiaoxi is a pretty good girl. Since the matter cannot be changed, then accept it."

Mrs. Shen was so angry that she put down her chopsticks, and said displeasedly: "Forget it, I'm already full of your anger, so I won't eat."

Immediately, Madam Shen hurriedly got up and left.

Afterwards, Shen Motian also got up to coax his mother.

The others also left one after another, leaving only Shen Mochuan, Lin Yun'er, Fu Sinian, and Lin Jiaren at the dinner table.

Of course, the Lin family will take advantage of this opportunity to continue invading the Shen family.

She leaned in front of Lin Xiaoxi and said, "Sister, don't take it too seriously, no matter what, you have already married into the Shen family, and you are the young mistress of the Shen family."

Lin Xiaoxi responded perfunctorily.

Lin Jiaren thought she had hit Lin Xiaoxi's mind, and said graciously: "Why don't you have a child with cousin Mo Chuan, preferably a son, then you can stand firm and never be afraid of Mrs. Shen chasing you Walk."

The marketing department looked at Lin Jiaren suspiciously.

Does this woman talk without thinking?

Even if you want to say these words, it shouldn't be in front of Shen Mochuan and Fu Sinian!

Of course, there is one more important thing.

She doesn't know Lin Jiaren well!
Fu Sinian couldn't stand listening, and snapped: "Lin Jiaren, stop talking."

Lin Jiaren pouted aggrievedly, and complained in a low voice: "I'm also thinking about my sister-in-law. Since ancient times, the relationship between mother-in-law and daughter-in-law has been the most difficult thing in the world. Now that my sister is dead, you and Mo Chuan are really There's no need to have a relationship over a dead person.

No matter how you say it, you are a family. "

Fu Sinian slammed the dining table, making a loud bang: "Lin Jiaren, if you don't speak, no one will treat you as dumb? Who told you that Lin Dai'er is dead?"

Lin Jiaren's eyes turned red in an instant, and she said pitifully, "My sister has been missing for two years. If she hadn't died, she would have returned long ago. Why don't you admit the truth."

"Humph!"

Shen Mochuan snorted coldly, looked at Lin Jiaren gloomyly and mocked: "Fu Sinian, even if you want to find a substitute, you don't need to find such a low-grade one."

Lin Jiaren felt an invisible slap hit her face hard.

As a result, her resentment towards Lin Dai'er deepened.

This woman is obviously dead, and she is still harming the world.

Everyone praises her Lin Daier.

I bother!

Lin Jia kept cursing Lin Dai'er in her heart, but she still pretended to be on the surface.

At the same time, Fu Sinian also felt ashamed.

He got up from his seat, looked at Lin Jiaren coldly and ordered: "Let's go!"

Lin Jiaren stopped her tears in an instant, and followed Fu Sinian away.

In fact, she was very happy in her heart, because Fu Sinian took her back to Shen's house, which meant that she recognized her identity.

Then she will soon marry Fu Sinian and become another young mistress of the Shen family.

Before coming, Lin Jiaren had already found out about Lin Xiaoxi.

Lin Xiaoxi is only the professor's daughter, and her life can only be considered a well-off life, and she, Lin Jiaren, is the daughter of the Lin family no matter what.

Since Shen Mochuan took over the management of Lin's, the stock market and assets have been on the rise.

Naturally, her status has also risen. I'm really glad that Lin Dai'er, a bitch, is dead.

The more Lin Jiaren thought about it, the angrier she became, and she began to curse Lin Daier.

Lin Dai'er should have died earlier, so she wouldn't be so angry.

Her mother won't die, forget it, she doesn't want to think of her mother, it's really embarrassing to have such a mother.

Lin Xiaoxi looked at the backs of Fu Sinian and Lin Jiaren as they gradually moved away.

She finally understood how a man like Fu Sinian could be with Lin Jiaren.

It turns out that Lin Jiaren is Lin Daier's younger sister.

No matter how annoying Lin Jiaren is, Fu Sinian will take care of Lin Jiaren for Lin Daier's sake!
From this point of view, Fu Sinian is really an infatuated man, quite pitiful.

"Silly girl, with your husband by your side, is it really appropriate for you to stare at other men?"

Shen Mochuan's unique cold voice came from his ears, with a bit of jealousy in his tone.

Lin Xiaoxi turned her head to look at Shen Mochuan, took the initiative to take his arm and asked, "Don't worry, you will always be the most handsome in my mind."

Shen Mochuan raised his hand and tapped Lin Xiaoxi's forehead, sighing, "You are just a nympho."

"If I wasn't a nymphomaniac, why would I fall in love with you at a glance?"

After what happened just now, Lin Xiaoxi wanted Shen Mochuan to feel better and make him happier.

If he can be happier, she doesn't mind saying more things to please him.

Shen Mochuan's stern face was indeed a little calmer: "What if I see a better-looking one in the future?"

"But they're not as blind as you are?"

"What? You say I'm blind?"

Lin Xiaoxi was glued to Shen Mochuan's body, and said with a smile, "As long as you marry me blindly!"

Shen Mochuan is indeed a figure flying in the sky, the type that everyone should look up to.

Logically speaking, an ordinary girl like her is really not worthy of Shen Mochuan.

After Shen Mochuan understood, he stretched out his hand to pinch the tip of Lin Xiaoxi's nose: "Where are you going to learn to say such deceitful words?"

"Do you like to hear it?"

"Smooter."

"Hee hee, if you like it, I'll tell you more in the future, and now I'm asking you if you like it or not?"

"Ok!"

Shen Mochuan replied rather coldly.

But there was an imperceptible smile flashing across his dark as night eyes.

Lin Xiaoxi just caught it.

Sure enough, her husband is a full-fledged sullen man, and he pretends to be serious.

Lin Xiaoxi rested her chin on Shen Mochuan's generous shoulder and asked, "Mr. Shen, I finally came to the Shen family's ancestral house. Are you sure you don't want to introduce it to your wife?"

Shen Mochuan turned his head and looked at Lin Xiaoxi deeply: "What do you want to know?"

Lin Xiaoxi stretched out his hands to play with the buttons on Shen Mochuan's clothes, and yawned out of boredom: "Anything is fine, as long as it is related to you. For example, take a look at your childhood photos?"

"Then I'll show you my room."

"Okay!"

Lin Xiaoxi wanted to get up from Shen Mochuan's body.

Shen Mochuan put his arms around Lin Xiaoxi's slender waist, and lifted her into the air.

This behavior was so sudden that Lin Xiaoxi was startled, and hastily put his arms around Shen Mochuan's neck.

She reached out to pat Shen Mochuan's shoulder in embarrassment and cursed: "You didn't even tell me, you scared me to death just now."

Shen Mochuan looked down at Lin Xiaoxi, and replied casually: "How did you become so timid? You were so courageous in the past, take your life."

He knew he was slipping.

Lin Xiaoxi hadn't recovered from the shock, and didn't listen to Shen Mochuan's words.

Shen Mochuan's house is located on the third floor, facing north and south, with plenty of sunlight.

The house is clean because the servants are always disturbing.

However, no one lives there all year round, so it does lose a little bit of human smoke.

Lin Xiaoxi was surprised to see the layout of Shen Mochuan's room.

Because it is too simple.

If it doesn't seem right to use crude vocabulary to describe it, it should be said that it is too concise.

There was only a bed, a bedside table, and a desk, nothing else.

Lin Xiaoxi opened his mouth wide in surprise, and asked suspiciously: "Is this really your room?"Are you sure you didn't take me to the wrong room? '

Shen Mochuan's slender body leaned against the door frame, standing upright:

"Because too many things will divert attention. I was 14 years old when I returned to Shen's house, but my knowledge level was only in the sixth grade of elementary school, so I had to concentrate all my energy in this empty room."

Lin Xiaoxi thought about it and felt right.

She walked to the heavy rosewood rosewood and gently rubbed the texture on it,
It seems that from these details, one can imagine how bitter and boring Shen Mochuan's youth was.

"Then how long did it take you to catch up?"

"For three years, fortunately, Shen's family has good genetics, and my brain is still functioning well, and I live abroad, so I have an inherent advantage in English."

Shen Mochuan spoke calmly.

However, Lin Xiaoxi was keenly aware that things were not that easy.

Her heart was still aching, and she stretched out her arms to hug Shen Mochuan and said distressedly, "You must have suffered a lot during the six years you were missing, right?"

Shen Mochuan wanted to laugh at Lin Xiaoxi's sudden comfort.

In the end he still didn't smile.

In fact, suffering outside is far worse than when Shen's mother decided to let him die.

People nowadays say that there are no parents who do not love their children.

In fact, Shen Mochuan felt that this sentence was the opposite.

What about the child who was not attached to his mother at the beginning and did not love his mother deeply?
It's just that the parents did too many things later and let the children down.

At the beginning, Shen's mother chose to neglect him because of his weak body, but he could still see his mother from time to time.

Although he would be jealous of his mother's preference for Shen Motian, occasionally his mother would call him and tell him to be careful.

But when his mother asked him to die.

The last bit of desire for maternal love was completely cut off.

Shen Mochuan said calmly, "Fortunately, the most difficult time has passed, and it won't be so painful in the future."

Standing on tiptoe, Lin Xiaoxi stroked Shen Mochuan's forehead, and said seriously, "It would be great if I met you back then."

Shen Mochuan leaned back slightly, stared at Lin Xiaoxi motionlessly and said meaningfully: "What if you met the me at that time?"

"Really? Why don't I have any impression?"

"I told you, do you really believe it?"

"Maybe we've met before, but I shouldn't recognize you, and you shouldn't recognize me, hehe."

"Yes!"

Shen Mochuan bent down and hugged Lin Xiaoxi tightly.

Shen Mochuan has always had a secret in his heart.

When he was most frustrated in his life, he really met a girl like an angel.

At that time, he followed the boss's arrangement and reached out to snatch the suet white jade pendant worn around the girl's neck.

The girl was pushed to the ground by him, but her first reaction was to say, "Why is your head bleeding? Are you injured?"

He was indeed hurt.

It was hit by the head with a wooden stick, just because he didn't steal enough things yesterday to complete the goal.

The girl stared at him worriedly, took out a handkerchief to help him bandage his head.

The back is probably off-white, with a beautiful red camellia embroidered on it, and the three words "Lin Daier" embroidered next to it.

In the end, he still secretly stole the girl's jade pendant and pocket money from her schoolbag.

This sense of guilt haunted him deeply, and in countless late nights, he dreamed of the girl's innocent and kind eyes.

After many years, he saw Lin Dai'er again, and she became the murderer who killed his brother.

A murderer!

And the family mission he accepted was to completely destroy Lin Daier!

This is the secret he wants to keep for the rest of his life!
Shen Mochuan looked at Lin Xiaoxi in front of him.

At this time, her eyes were very similar to that innocent and kind girl, too pure.

It was so pure that he didn't dare to look directly at it, those feelings of guilt would wrap around him like countless vines.

He was so entangled that he could hardly breathe.

He sincerely said to Lin Xiaoxi, "I'm sorry."

"what?"

Lin Xiaoxi looked up at Shen Mochuan in puzzlement, full of suspicion: "Why did you suddenly apologize to me?"

Shen Mochuan shook his head solemnly: "It's nothing."

He apologized for stealing Lin Daier's jade pendant back then, and he also apologized for Lin Daier who was jailed and tortured.

But when he saw Shanglin Xiaoxi's ignorant and innocent eyes, his heart was cut like a knife.

She doesn't remember him, nothing at all.Even hate forgets hate.

Really verify that sentence, the opposite of love is not hate, but forgetting.