The reborn little ancestor is handsome and flirty

Su Mucheng looked at the stunning and beautiful woman in the photo, tracing her facial features bit by bit on the cold monument.

She looks similar to her mother.

"Mom, I'm sorry. In the past 20 years, I...I..."

Su Mucheng's voice was so choked that she opened her mouth, but no words came out.

How would she speak?

She once called those parents who had been barking like shit for 20 years.

Especially Li Shujuan.

How was she going to tell her mother? How heartbroken her mother would be if she knew.

In such a desperate last moment, I used all my strength to give birth to her, but in the end...

"Mom, I'm sorry. Chengcheng lived in vain for 20 years. I'm sorry for you who sacrificed your life to keep me."

The girl knelt and sat in front of the tombstone, speaking little by little.

Finally she buried her face between her knees, her body shaking from crying.

It seemed that even the sky felt her pain, thunder sounded, and rain began to fall, as if it wanted to cry with her.

The cold temperature stung Su Mucheng, and her hair and clothes were completely soaked by the rain in the blink of an eye.

The trembling little body suddenly began to tremble violently.

The delicate face turned pale.

The downpour of rain hit her face crazily from her head.

Su Mucheng's body was shaking more and more violently, and her eyes were gradually filled with fear.

All the shadows left over from the previous life suddenly surged up like crazy at this moment.

Those images kept flashing through Su Mucheng's mind.

Li Shujuan and Su Xueqing pressed her head into the ice water and beat her with whips.

Suddenly, Li Shujuan's words suddenly echoed in her mind.

She seemed to be able to imagine her ferocious face at that time.

She said Su Wenqiang was the executioner.

The image of her mother covered in blood.

And the way Mo Yanchen died in front of her.

One by one, like rewinding a movie, they kept circling and reappearing in Su Mucheng's head.

She held her head in her hands and fell into deep panic.

The rain poured down and covered her face. Su Mucheng's whole body suddenly began to tremble violently. Her empty eyes were filled with pain and fear.

Her lips, which had completely lost their color, were trembling uncontrollably, and her teeth were trembling. She murmured words from her lips in a low voice: "Yan Chen... Yan Chen..."

Su Mucheng shook her hands and went to reach for her phone in her pocket. It was obviously in her pocket and she could touch it with her fingers, but for some reason, she couldn't seem to grasp it. It was as if her five fingers were suddenly missing. Too weak to hold anything.

She bit her lip tightly, trying desperately to control the images that kept flashing in her head.

She grabbed the phone tremblingly and dialed the number in her vision blurred by the rain.

.........

On the other side, Mo Yanchen, who was holding a high-level meeting overnight, had a serious face and felt a little depressed.

He took a sip of water to suppress the sudden feeling, but the cell phone on the table suddenly rang. The ringtone was specially set for her.

It's so late and she's not asleep yet?

Mo Yanchen raised his hand and pressed it, indicating that the meeting was suspended. He picked up the phone and got up and walked out.

"Little rabbit..."

"Yan Chen... Yan Chen..."

As soon as the call was connected, before I could speak, I heard a girl's frightened and helpless cries coming from the other end of the phone.

Mo Yanchen's heart skipped a beat, his face suddenly darkened, and he clenched his phone tightly: "Chengcheng, what's wrong with you? What happened?"

"Yan Chen... Yan Chen..."

The other end of the phone kept calling his name repeatedly, as if those two words were her only salvation, as if by chanting like this, she could be saved.

Mo Yanchen clenched his cell phone and strode towards the elevator, his face gloomy and scary.

Such a fragile and helpless voice was like an invisible hand, strangling his heart so hard that he almost couldn't breathe.

"Chengcheng, don't be afraid, I'll be back soon."

He tried to sound calm as he was afraid of scaring her.

Although his heart was in panic, he tried to control his tone.

Mo Yanchen's fingertips holding the phone turned white. The elevator door opened and he strode out of the door.

If you look carefully, you will find that his steps are obviously chaotic.

Lin Yan knew something was wrong as soon as he saw this situation. He immediately ended the meeting and followed him.

Mo Yanchen didn't dare to hang up the phone. He ordered Lin Yan with a tense face: "Call Zixiu and Jiang Ze and ask them to find someone immediately."

And at this moment, except for the patter of rain on the other end of the phone, her voice suddenly disappeared. Mo Yanchen's breathing suddenly tightened, and even his voice began to tremble: "Chengcheng? Orange!"