I can see luck! People who get married in a vegetative state make crazy money

"And Fu Chuan."

What else did the assistant want to say.

But Mo Shiyan heard that Ming Nuan seemed to be restless in sleep, muttered something, and frowned.

He raised his hand to signal the assistant to stop making any noise.

Putting a hand on Ming Nuan's shoulder, he said softly: "Go to sleep."

The assistant could only swallow back all the words in his stomach.

Mo Shiyan leaned against the car window.

The light from outside penetrated the car window bit by bit, and was mottled on his face. After a layer of glass was peeled off, it looked a bit sharp, like the sharp teeth of a beast, rubbing against his well-defined cheeks. superior.

Ming Nuan slept soundly.

But Mo Shiyan's movements were really light.

So after Ming Nuan covered herself with the quilt, she completely fell into a deep sleep.

Her closed eyes still shook from time to time.

It can be seen that the dream is not stable.

Mo Shiyan sighed in his heart.

He sat next to Ming Nuan, looking down at her, and one hand fell on her fingertips, completely covering her fingers.

He rested his head on Ming Nuan's forehead and tapped it gently.

Then distanced themselves.

Slowly began to look at Ming Nuan's facial features.

From the nose, eyes, all the way to the chin and lips, don’t miss any part.

Ming Nuan said that Lin Qiu is not that child.

She was convinced that Lin Qiu was lying.

If it’s not Lin Qiu, then who is it?

How did Lin Qiu know?

It just so happened that Lin Qiu was the daughter of Ming Nuan's nanny.

Maybe Ming Nuan was just too angry at the time and said something casually just to tear off Lin Qiu's pretentious face.

But he reacted immediately.

"If you want to pretend to be stupid, just act more realistic." Mo Shiyan murmured softly.

Ming Nuan didn't want to say.

But that doesn't mean he can't guess it.

That little girl is not Lin Qiu.

It's Mingnuan!

Lin Qiu just witnessed all this because she had been with Ming Nuan when she was a child. She didn't know why. Otherwise, she couldn't explain how she knew it in such detail.

It was her from the beginning.

He just preconceived that it was Lin Qiu, and because it was Lin Qiu, he felt that his childhood memories could be called 'comforting'.

It also became a bit unbearable.

That 'little girl' didn't seem to be as good as she thought.

She has grown up.

Became unlovable.

He watched indifferently as Lin Qiu seemed to want to get closer to him, and then silently pulled away. The girl lying on his back in his memory became disgusting, disappearing from everyone, and even wanted to forget that memory. Forget it all.

So when he saw Ming Nuan again later, he didn't think about that.

And Lin Qiu is actually more like herself when she was a child than Ming Nuan.

Probably because she had it done to Ming Nuan when she was a child.

Keren’s facial features can actually change.

Mo Shiyan's eyes lingered on her face, "You are more beautiful than when you were a child."

He lightly tapped Ming Nuan's brows, which were frowning due to excessive worry.

Finally he lay down next to Ming Nuan.

He usually had difficulty falling asleep, but tonight he fell asleep very smoothly.

It's different from Ming Nuan's nervous dream.

His memories that had been deliberately blurred became extremely vivid.

He dreamed of the time when he and Ming Nuan first met.

"Get out of here!"

"You monster!"

"If it weren't for you, your mother wouldn't have died, and she wouldn't have left me!"

His biological father was going crazy again.

The little Mo Shiyan endured all this indifferently and habitually.

Before he went completely crazy.

He ran out of the house first.

Probably for recuperation, that bullshit psychiatrist said that you have to choose a quiet place to relieve your manic condition.

So I chose this place where birds don’t poop.

The servants were afraid of the madman.

At night, I didn't dare to go out and wander around, for fear that the lunatic would find some reason to drive him out.

But they would come out every hour to make sure he was still home.

If he is gone, he will come out to find him, very planned.

Look.

Even the servants are used to it.

The manor is on a rose hill.

It was filled with roses that his mother loved.

Now is the season for roses.

Mo Shiyan stepped on the petal residues on the ground and walked outside step by step.

He never remembers the way.

Those people in the manor would come out to look for him anyway.

Compared to the large manor that made him feel suffocated.

He actually prefers to be outside.

And...his mother was buried on this Rose Hill.

He wanted to visit his mother's grave.

Little Mo Shiyan broke a rose.

He was pricked by a thorn, but he continued folding without changing his expression.

After folding a full bunch, he walked towards the cemetery with a cold face.

He has been there many times.

A familiar road.

It's just that this road at night is really weird and quiet.

A gust of wind can cause the surrounding plants to rustle.

Sometimes it's like a mother's chant, but sometimes it's like a ghost's roar.

Mo Shiyan's face was tense.

An ordinary child of this age would have been so frightened that he would have burst into tears.

But he didn't cry.

When he cries, he becomes more like a useless child. In this family, except for this pitiful dignity, he feels that he has nothing, oh.

He still has countless money and properties to inherit.

Thinking of the full heir courses that his grandparents had arranged for him.

'Don't cry' is also one of the lessons.

He got perfect marks.

They should praise him.

He held the roses in his hands, endured the sound of the wind that sounded like a ghost tonight, and comforted himself sarcastically in his heart.

But at this moment.

Another gust of wind.

Almost blew him over.

He ran out directly.

No jacket.

Wearing only a thin shirt and a small vest.

The wind in the mountains is very freezing at night, and the April wind cuts people like a knife.

The sound passed through the forest, more like a twisted and weird sound.

Mo Shiyan's lips turned white and he pursed his lips tightly.

"woo woo woo woo……"

A sad sound like a little devil reached his ears.

It was just the wind before.

But this time!

Indeed, people are crying!

The hair on Mo Shiyan's back stood on end and his breathing stopped.

She clenched the rose subconsciously, as if trying to squeeze the last bit of courage out of her little body.

He stiffly pushed aside the flowers in front of him.

Among the swaying roses.

Saw her mother's grave.

A little girl is kneeling.

Holding my own feet, I cried so hard that I almost lost my breath.

Is it a ghost? Or human?

It's a human being.

A ghost wouldn't cry so ugly, there's still her shadow underneath.

The little Mo Shiyan thought in his heart.

He felt reassured and strode over.

"Hey, kid."

He was a little angry.

Because this is my mother's cemetery.

There are always bright lights on the cemetery.

Dispel the darkness.

He frowned and said, "Get out of my mother's cemetery."