Second Master, Madam, she is planning to kill someone again!

Su Qiao hesitated slightly. She turned around slowly and saw the tall and straight figure of the man walking towards her against the light. The familiar and handsome face became clearer in her sight.

"Ajin..." Su Qiao's nose was sore and she started to cry.

Shen Xiujin no longer wore his signature black clothes. The light-colored woolen sweater made him look much gentler.

He reached out and pulled her up from the ground.

Shen Xiujin was much taller than her, so Su Qiao had to look up at him. She stretched out her hand and touched his face with her thin white fingertips, lingering at the end of his eyes.

There, there are two very thin lines...

"Ajin...you have wrinkles."

Shen Xiujin grabbed her hand in a funny way. His deep eyes were slightly curved, and the two wrinkles at the end of his eyes were a little deeper and grew out of his skin.

He said: "Mrs. Shen, don't forget that I am seven years older than you..."

Yes, he is seven years older than her...

Su Qiao murmured: "How old am I now?"

Shen Muchiao answered from the side.

"Mom, why don't you even remember how old you are? Today is your twenty-seventh birthday!"

Su Qiao looked at Shen Xiujin in front of her in a daze, suddenly laughed softly, and murmured to herself: "So you are thirty-four years old, so you are like this..."

The circles under her eyes were very red.

Shen Xiujin frowned in distress, and then glanced coldly at the child in front of her.

"Shen Muchiao, have you made mother angry?"

The man's tone was low, and he felt a sense of oppression.

Shen Muqiao felt aggrieved and retorted in a low voice: "I don't have that... I am very obedient! Besides, who dares to mess with mom..."

Su Qiao's eye circles were getting redder and redder, making both father and son at a loss.

"Mom, don't you like this flower as a birthday present?"

"What's wrong?" Shen Xiujin held her face, gently wiped away the water marks at the end of her eyes, frowned, and said in a gentle voice, "Don't cry..."

Su Qiao couldn't control her tears at all, and she cried louder and louder.

"Oh oh oh, let me cry for a while... I can't control it..."

This illusion is so damn good...

How could she withstand it? !

Su Qiao had cried enough. She looked at Shen Xiujin in front of her with tearful eyes and sniffed hard.

"I just told you that you look good in light-colored clothes, and I will buy you more in the future..."

Shen Xiujin didn't know why, so she twitched her lips and said helplessly: "Which piece of clothing in my wardrobe now was not chosen by you?"

Su Qiao wanted to cry again: "This plot line is quite complete..."

"..." Shen Xiujin didn't quite understand what she was talking about.

But he was used to his Mrs. Shen's imaginative and unconventional speeches from time to time.

Su Qiao turned to look at her son.

Woohoo, it's Shen Xiujin who is completely scaled down.

She hugged her son, closed her eyes, and murmured: "My wish has come true, to raise a smaller version of Shen Xiujin..."

To make up for the fact that they met too late.

She also likes the name.

Shen Muchiao...

Su Qiao hugged the fake son in the fantasy and kissed him twice.

She stood up, gathered her feelings of reluctance, and asked the father and son to stand together with tears in her eyes.

"You two stand still, I'll start quickly..."

As a mysticist, she would not be trapped by such an illusion.

In fact, just by sensing the magnetic field, you will know that this place is full of flaws, but I have to say that this female ghost is really capable of illusions and can capture what people desire most...

Although she was reluctant to let go, she still wanted to kill her with a sword. After all, her Mr. Shen was still waiting for her in reality...

"Xiao Qiao, stop making trouble." Shen Xiujin in front of him said with a hint of helplessness, "Everyone is waiting for us to go back and cut the cake."

Everyone?

Is there anyone else in her fantasy?

"Xiao Qiao! Why are you wielding a sword in front of Mu Mu again? Put it down!" The woman's gentle voice, with a scolding tone, came from behind.

Su Qiao turned around suddenly, and in an instant, the tears that had just stopped burst into tears.

She saw her mother, Xiao Siyin, standing at the gate!