Quick Wear: The paranoid beauty grabs the waist and spoils her

Xiao Mengchen opened his eyes and blew out the candles, and Aunt Luo started cutting the cake.

At this time, Xiao Mengchen had not thought that there would be a big "surprise" waiting for him after this birthday, nor had he thought that this would be the last birthday he would spend before being with Nan Xiang.

After Aunt Luo divided the cake, she took out a plate and motioned for Xiao Mengchen to go upstairs and deliver it to Shen Qingyan.

Xiao Mengchen hesitated, but when he went to find Aunt Luo, Aunt Luo had already left with two plates of cakes.

Little Mengchen prepared himself mentally, thinking that it was his birthday and he should pick up the plate and go upstairs.

Ever since he could remember, his birthdays had always been celebrated by him and Aunt Luo, and never by Shen Qingyan.

Because every time Shen Qingyan came back at this time before midnight, he would fall asleep. After a few days, he would remember that his son's birthday had passed, and then he would make up for it with a birthday gift later.

The same is true for Meng's father.

Little Mengchen has become accustomed to it in the past few years.

So it's actually not bad.

As if fulfilling his obligation, little Mengchen carried the plate and walked to Shen Qingyan's room. To be precise, it was the room with his parents. However, Meng's father rarely stayed at home. Even when he came back, Shen Qingyan was still arguing with Meng's father. They rarely sleep together.

Xiao Mengchen knocked on the door, but no one answered.

He knocked again, but still no one answered.

As usual, he knocked on the door and looked for Shen Qingyan. Normally, Shen Qingyan would have opened the door or said "come in" calmly; if he was mentally disturbed, Shen Qingyan would directly say the word "get out" or say "get out" frantically. Cast out people, even her "best and most perfect" son.

In short, Shen Qingyan will give a response.

But today, when no one answered for so long, Xiao Mengchen thought that something must have happened.

He was debating whether to open the door without permission. If he did, he would be punished tomorrow.

But if I don’t look, I’m afraid something might happen.

Even though little Mengchen had given up hope in maternal love in his heart, the child's nature still moved him a little.

So he tried pressing the door handle, but unexpectedly it opened directly. As usual, it was locked directly. Only someone inside could open it or a key was needed, but Xiao Mengchen didn't have a key at all.

So this is rather strange.

Xiao Mengchen had a bad premonition, so he cautiously shouted: "Are you asleep?"

Still no one answered.

The night was very quiet at this time, and it stands to reason that people's breathing could be vaguely heard, but Xiao Mengchen just didn't hear it.

The whole room was pitch black, and except for Xiao Mengchen's voice, footsteps and breathing, no other sounds were heard.

For some reason, Xiao Mengchen felt a kind of coldness around him. This coldness was very strange. It was so cold that it felt a bit shady and cool, giving people a feeling of fur.

His instinct told him to turn on the light. Only by turning on the light would he know what was going on.

So Xiao Mengchen walked to the switch and reached the switch with a slight lift of his foot.

The lights turned on instantly, and the whole room became brighter, but Xiao Mengchen still felt the coldness.

Xiao Mengchen raised his head and looked for Shen Qingyan's position. There was no one on the bed. The quilts were folded neatly. It was obvious that no one was covering his body with the quilts.

As he walked forward, he followed his gaze to a computer table on the left side of the bed.

Suddenly his pupils shrank, the plate in his hand fell off, and the cake also fell to the ground.

He saw Shen Qingyan sitting on a chair, leaning on the table, with one hand on the table and the other hanging down. Blood was flowing along this wrist. There was a lot of blood, but the sound of blood was very loud. Small, almost nothing.

Xiao Mengchen looked blankly along his arm to the floor, and saw that there was a lot of thick red blood around the woman's chair, all of which was bleeding from the woman's wrist.

Looking at the large amount of blood stains and the extremely deep and huge wound on the woman's wrist, one could almost see the bones. Xiao Mengchen mechanically did the math in his mind.

It had been more than an hour since the woman slit her wrists, which was when he was celebrating his birthday, and Shen Qingyan had already started.

Looking at the pool of blood, Xiao Mengchen didn't feel scared. Instead, he was very calm, and there was a secret excitement in his heart.

Realizing something was wrong with him, he dropped the cake in his hand.

He stepped forward and wanted to see the reason why the woman committed suicide.

He quickly moved a chair from the corner, stepped on it, and put his hand on his so-called mother's nose. Sure enough, she was already dead.

According to his calculations, he died about half an hour ago.

Just now he was checking the breath, but now that it was clear, Xiao Mengchen withdrew his hand and suddenly noticed the woman's face.

To be honest, normal people would be shocked if they saw it, and normal children would cry when they saw it, but little Mengchen has always been calm and calm, which may be related to his life experience.

The corners of the lips on the woman's pale and bloodless face were slightly raised, and the curves on both sides were a bit weird, as if she was smiling but not smiling. When paired with a pair of wide-open eyes that were lifeless, the overall feeling became even more weird.

Those eyes were facing the huge wedding photo on the wall beside the bed.