The president's wife with one child and five treasures is the favorite of the group

Bai Liyue followed his gaze.

Suddenly, he found that the index finger of his left hand, which was hanging on the bed, trembled and pointed in one direction.

Bai Liyue looked in the direction he pointed, and in that direction was Ling Wenhua's solid wood desk.

"You want me to go there?"

"Uh! Uh!"

Bai Liyue walked to the solid wood desk and found that there was nothing special here.

Master Ling is obviously a calligraphy lover. Not only is the room furnished in an antique style, but even the traditional calligraphy pens, inks, papers and inkstones are placed on the table.

His desk is very simple, with pen, ink, paper and inkstone, plus some literature books.

On the desk, there is still a piece of rice paper, which is spread flat on the table.

And on this piece of rice paper, there is an unfinished small character.

A cursive initials: Lv.

Bai Liyue picked it up and took a look, but there was nothing else.

She looked at Ling Wenhua on the bed in confusion: "Master Ling, do you want me to watch this?"

"Uh!"

After Master Ling responded, he pointed in the direction of the door with trembling fingers.

At this moment, the door of the room was opened from the outside.

Mrs. Ling walked in with Hu Lan.

When she saw Bai Liyue standing in front of Ling Wenhua's desk holding the rice paper, her expression darkened instantly.

"Miss Bai, you are here to treat Wenhua's illness, so it's not good to take my husband's things without permission?"

Bai Liyue didn't speak, and silently put the rice paper back in the distance and laid it out.

Only then did Mrs. Ling look away in satisfaction, walked to the bedside and smiled at Ling Wenhua, "Wenhua, do you think who came to see you?"

Hu Lan walked to Ling Wenhua's bedside, and looked at Ling Wenhua regretfully.

When she met Ling Wenhua back then, it was Wan Qing who introduced her to her.

At that time Ling Wenhua was still a handsome young man, but now he is so skinny that she almost dare not recognize him.

"Brother Wenhua, do you remember me? I'm Hu Lan, Luo Haiyang's wife, Wan Qing's former good friend.

We met a few times before, and after you married Wan Qing, my husband and I went abroad, and we only returned to China recently.

However, my Yuyao lived with her grandmother in Jiangcheng for a period of time when she was a child. I heard that during that time, she often came to your house to play with Mo Han. "

After Hu Lan's introduction, Master Ling seemed to remember something.

"Uh…"

He opened his mouth wide, as if he wanted to say something, but only a strange sound came out of his throat.

Seeing that he was so excited, Hu Lan looked at Mrs. Ling worriedly, and asked, "Wan Qing, what's wrong with him, did I say something wrong?"

"It's okay, Hu Lan, Wenhua is just too excited to see an old friend."

Hearing Mrs. Ling's explanation, Hu Lan smiled in relief: "So that's the case."

She continued to look at Master Ling and said, "Brother Wen Hua, our two families are really destined, Wan Qing and I were good friends before.

Now, Mo Han is getting engaged to Yuyao again, and we will be in-laws from now on! "

"Uh uh uh…"

When Ling Wenhua heard this, his fingernails scratched the bed sheet until it creaked, and veins covered his entire forehead.

Hu Lan was frightened by his reaction and retreated a few words.

She looked at Mrs. Ling suspiciously: "Wan Qing, why did Brother Wen Hua react like this?"

Mrs. Ling chuckled twice, glanced at Ling Wenhua, and replied: "Wenhua is too excited and too happy to be like this!"

"I thought he wasn't very happy."

Hu Lan patted his chest twice to ease his fear, and nodded.

Although I had already prepared before coming to see Ling Wenhua.

But when she really saw a man lying on the bed like a living dead, unable to speak, only making strange noises, Hu Lan still felt a little scared in her heart.

Hu Lan didn't stay in the room too long, and after talking to Ling Wenhua, she left the room with Mrs. Ling.

Ling Wenhua kept staring in the direction of the door, from his eyes, Bai Liyue saw a trace of helplessness.

Bai Liyue closed the door, sat next to Ling Wenhua, and asked in a low voice: "Master Ling, do you know some secrets of Wan Qing?

For example, why she can make people forget what happened not long ago is so unreasonable. "

Master Ling nodded, but pointed his fingers in the direction of the desk just now.

But in front of the desk, Bai Liyue didn't find any clues.

Bai Liyue was a little discouraged.

In Master Ling's current situation, he can barely move his fingers, and he can't even hold a pen.

She knew that Master Ling must know something, but she couldn't translate it.

Seeing Master Ling like this, she also sighed regretfully.

"Master Ling, you were so kind to Wan Qing when you were young, but she was so cruel and made you like this.

Now she is still calm and composed, enjoying everything of the Ling family without fear, which is really incredible. "

After covering Master Ling with the quilt, Bai Liyue left the room.

Avoiding all the servants of the Ling family, they came to the door of Ling Mohan's room.

She's been here for so long, yet she hasn't seen anyone from Ling Mohan.

He raised his hand and knocked on the door, but no one answered.

Seeing no one around, she simply opened the door and walked in.

When she stepped into the room, a strange fragrance came to her face, Bai Liyue raised her hand to cover her nose.

As soon as she smelled it, she knew that this spice had a powerful sleeping effect and could make people fall asleep quickly.

His eyes immediately fell on the celadon incense burner on the table.

Bai Liyue covered her mouth and nose, picked up the tea on the table, poured it into the incense burner, and extinguished the burning spices.

Walking into the room, sure enough, Ling Mohan hadn't woken up yet.

Bai Liyue took out the silver needle in her pocket and inserted it into Ling Mohan's acupuncture point.

Ling Mohan gradually woke up.

When he opened his eyes, he saw Bai Liyue staring at him closely.

He raised his hand and rubbed his temples, but there was still pain in his head.

He felt that he had had a very long dream, and as for the things in the dream, his mind was blurred.

He tried to recall, but there was another burst of pain in his head.

Bai Liyue watched him rubbing his temples, and knew that he must have another headache.

She raised her hand and took his hand, holding it tightly in her palm.

A pair of clear beautiful eyes looked at him worriedly, and said softly, "Does your head hurt?"

Feeling the warmth of Bai Liyue's palm, Ling Mohan's frowning eyebrows gradually relaxed. The iceberg of ten thousand years seemed to melt at this moment, and his indifferent eyes became warmer.

In his mind, the somewhat chaotic thoughts suddenly became clear.

Although he didn't remember what happened, at this moment, his mind was full of this woman.

The irritability suddenly disappeared, and he felt that the world was quiet.

His eyes were filled with complex expressions, he gradually raised his right hand, and lightly touched Bai Liyue's cheek.

This feeling seemed familiar to him.

Feeling the warmth of his palm, Bai Liyue didn't avoid it, but looked at him with a smile.

She knew that he remembered her deep in his heart.

At this moment, she suddenly felt Mu Jingchen.

Not Ling Mohan.