The reborn little ancestor is handsome and flirty

It was already the second day when Cheng Zixiu rushed to the hotel.

"How about it?"

Hang Ti shook her head: "There's no movement."

"Go downstairs to the front desk to get the key. If you don't give it to me, I'll take it!"

pat one by one

Just as he finished speaking, the door suddenly opened from the inside.

Su Mucheng's face was pale and she looked at Cheng Zixiu expressionlessly: "What's the result?"

Apart from her hoarse voice and bad look on her face, she seemed to be quite normal.

Cheng Zixiu pursed his lips and said, "The DNA test showed that the blood stains on the wreckage of the plane belong to him."

Su Mucheng's heart sank to the bottom, her fingers pinched her palms tightly, and she lowered her eyes.

Twitching the corner of his mouth: "I know."

Surprisingly calm.

Hang Ti and Fu Shuang didn't dare to speak, they were so panicked by Su Mucheng's appearance.

The two of them looked at Cheng Zixiu in unison, seeming to place all their hopes on him.

What's up with her?

Why is there no reaction at all?

So abnormal.

to be frank,

Cheng Zixiu was also extremely anxious. If something happened to his sister-in-law again, the Mo family would really be unable to withstand it.

Yesterday, Anya was still asking him how Su Mucheng was doing, but he didn't dare to say.

I just replied that it was okay.

"Sister-in-law, why don't you just cry." After struggling for a long time, Cheng Zixiu choked out his words.

Su Mucheng raised her head, looking straight at him with a pair of red eyes.

These beautiful eyes seem to be extremely red from yesterday to now.

There was no ripple in the depths of his eyes, and they seemed to be completely deserted.

She raised the corners of her lips and smiled: "Why should I cry?"

"Sister-in-law..." Cheng Zixiu thought it might be too much stimulation and she couldn't bear it.

"He's not dead, why should I cry?" she added.

Su Mucheng's eyes were particularly firm: "Unless you let me see his body, he is still alive!"

The corner of her eyes suddenly became sharp: "You are not allowed to handle his funeral arrangements!"

He said in her ears that even if he gets old in the future, he will be buried with her.

Even if he is cremated, his ashes will be placed with hers, and the bones will blend together.

Cheng Zixiu brought these words back to the Mo family intact.

Neither Mo Chi nor Anya made a sound.

silent.

night.

Su Mucheng stood in front of the mirror. What appeared in the mirror were the girl's lifeless eyes.

She unbuttoned her clothes one by one with her fingers, revealing her fair shoulders.

In front of the mirror is the blood-stained and dried wreckage of the special plane.

She took it bit by bit in her hand.

Curved lips smile.

"Yan Chen, I will live my whole life again. I don't believe you will leave like this. I want to engrave you in my heart and wait for you to reunite."

With a smile as bright as a flower, the girl picked up the piece of debris and pricked it deeply on her right shoulder little by little. The bright red blood spread with her movements.

Twisted and entangled, profound and dedicated.

Finally, a beautiful flower blooming pattern is formed.

She was in the center of the flower, painting one stroke at a time, and impressed each word one by one.

The flowers on the other shore bloomed on my chest, and I didn’t love anyone from now on.

There is a flower on the other side of the slope on the left shoulder. From now on, there will be no other flowers in my life.

His right shoulder is deeply draped with Bana flowers, and from now on he is the only one in love.

Her bright red blood soaked his dried blood, and his right shoulder was covered in blood and flesh.

But she didn't seem to be in any pain at all. She put the wreckage down with a smile, wiped the blood on her shoulder with a tissue, and rested her fingertips on the 'chen'.

Extreme tenderness: "Yan Chen, I'm waiting for you to reunite."

after an hour.

The doorbell suddenly rang outside. Su Mucheng put on her clothes and opened the door, and saw Anya standing at the door.

In the living room of the presidential suite.

She and Su Mucheng sat separately.

Finally, Anya spoke: "Xiao Cheng, there is something I think I should tell you."

Su Mucheng's lifeless eyes seemed to be tinged with a glimmer of light.

He opened his eyes and looked at Anya without blinking.

"Xiao Cheng, he still remembers you. From the beginning to the end, he has never forgotten you."

Su Mucheng's back stiffened.

Anya continued: "You tried every means to push him out of the danger zone, but he didn't say anything or refuse. But after you left, he quickly wiped out all the major forces and occupied the territory with thunderous means."

"He arranged everything for the Mo family and asked his father to take over."

At this point, Anya pulled the corners of her lips and laughed, but tears flowed out uncontrollably.

"You were going to Country S to save the old lady, but he couldn't stop you, so he went to the blood poison bank under the black market."

"Blood Poison Storehouse?!" Su Mucheng's pupils narrowed suddenly, feeling that something was getting into her bones bit by bit, stinging her painfully.

Anya laughed: "I didn't expect that."

"I didn't expect it either."

I didn't expect him to do this.

"He said that his life exists just for you. If you take risks, his life will no longer be important. Therefore, when you go to the research library of country S, he will go to the blood poison library. I will pave all possible escape paths for you, even if there is only a little hope."