Girl, don't run! Your wealthy husband wants to seduce you!

The next day, Mo Qingcheng bought three lots at the auction, and the organizer sent someone to deliver them.

Mo Qingcheng took one of the auction items and went to the study to find Jin Wan'er.

At this time, Jin Wan'er was wearing a long white dress, her long curly hair was held casually, and she was sitting on a sofa chair by the window, holding a book in her hand.

She slowly put the book down, placed it on her knees, and looked out the window.

What I just read became clearer and clearer word for word.

There were also times when I was so sad that I felt like I was trapped in a room without a door.

Just thinking about my mom leaving this world makes me feel like I've hit a wall that will never collapse.

There was no way to escape. I could only hit the hard wall again and again, and I was reminded of the unchangeable reality: I would never see my mother again.

......

I don’t know how many times I have picked up this book.

Jin Wan'er missed her mother.

Ever since she came back from the auction house yesterday, she has always had a strange feeling that she couldn't explain.

After breakfast, she went alone to the study room that Mo Qingcheng had newly decorated for her. She stood in front of the bookshelf and looked at the spines of books in front of her with somewhat unfocused eyes.

Her fingertips lightly traced across it. She didn't know what she wanted to see. She just followed her heart and walked forward step by step, finally stopping at "After Mom Leaves".

One day in May 2014, Michelle received a phone call and learned that her mother had cancer. She immediately returned to her hometown to take care of her mother.

My mother passed away soon after.

Michelle began to pursue her mother in her own way.

Buying the ingredients my mother bought, cooking the dishes my mother cooked, and eating the meals my mother had eaten...

Memories came flooding back, and Jin Wan'er recalled that she had done those things when she was a child.

When her mother was alive, she would often make various small pastries for her. Although servants could make these things, her mother always had to make them for her herself.

And he also had to take Xiao Wan'er with him.

Just like this, in a leisurely afternoon, the sunshine is not impatient and the breeze is mixed with the fragrance of flowers flowing in the air.

In the kitchen, two figures, one large and one small, were busy.

Jin Wan'er's little body stood on the chair, imitating her mother's example of beating eggs, adding water to flour, stirring, and using molds to make various patterns.

She had to do every step with her own hands, getting dirty all over, and her fair and chubby little face was smeared with flour.

But Jin Wan'er's mother was always patient, with a slight smile on her face.

After my mother passed away, no one made cakes for her anymore.

Several times she got up in the middle of the night, sneaked into the kitchen, and based on her memory, made the pastries that made her nostalgic according to what her mother taught her.

But every time she failed to finish it and made a mess in the kitchen.

The next day she would be beaten by Liu Xiaohui and then not allowed to eat as a punishment.

Jin Wan'er, who was covered in bruises and bruises, hid herself under the quilt. Only then would she shed tears.

Mo Qingcheng looked at Jin Wan'er's lonely figure. Strong distress rolled from the bottom of his heart and rushed to his throat, blocking his breath and making his chest feel tight and painful.

He walked over gently, knelt down next to Jin Wan'er, raised his hand to hold her small palm-sized face, and felt that he was soaked by her tears, and the palm of his hand began to hurt, all the way to the bottom of his heart, it hurt so much He was flustered.

Jin Wan'er came back to her senses, raised a slight smile, held the man's big hand with her slender little hand, and took it off her face.

"When did you come?"

"I've been here for a while." Mo Qingcheng said as he stood up, picked up Jin Wan'er, and strode to the sofa nearby.

"Have all the work been taken care of?" Mo Qingcheng stayed with her in country A for a month. Mo's family was temporarily handled by his father Mo Yuan, but there were still many things that needed Mo Qingcheng to handle.

"It's all taken care of."

In fact, those tasks would still take some time, but he noticed that Jin Wan'er had been in a bad mood since yesterday.

She hadn't been like this for a long time, and he was worried.

Just then Luo Chen sent over yesterday's auction item, so he just took the piece of jade to find Jin Wan'er.

His intuition told her that Jin Wan'er's mood swings might be related to this jade.

Jin Wan'er also knew that Mo Qingcheng did not tell the truth to her.

She knew that when it came to Mo Qingcheng, he always put her first.

She said nothing more, turned around, hugged Mo Qingcheng, and rested her head on her shoulder.

The light woody fragrance on Mo Qingcheng's body made her feel inexplicably at ease.

"Qingcheng, I miss my mother."

Mo Qingcheng felt a pain in her heart, and then felt a little weak.

Whatever she wants in this world, he will do his best to give it to her.

But there was nothing he could do about the family affection she longed for most.

"When you return to the imperial capital, can I accompany you to see your mother?"

The ashes of Jin Wan'er's mother were taken out in Yancheng. Jin Wan'er wanted to take her mother to find her father, but before they left Yancheng, they went to the United States.

His mother’s ashes were given to Lu Mingxuan.

Before they could do anything, they learned that their father might still be alive.

Now Jin Wan'er's mother's ashes are placed in the Lu residence in the imperial capital by Lu Mingxuan.

"it is good."

After a pause, Mo Qingcheng felt the cheek on his shoulder move again: "Mr. Mo, it's great to have you."

The man's embrace was so warm, which made her feel at ease inexplicably.

With him around, sadness will fade away.

Mo Qingcheng paused, and then tightened his hold on Jin Wan'er's arm.

Hug Jin Wan'er tightly in her arms.

"Girl, I'm always here." Whenever you need me.

Jin Wan'er nodded vigorously, she knew.

The sun shines on the two people hugging each other, gradually warming their hearts.

"Girl, the auction has been delivered, do you want to see it?"

"Where are you?" Jin Wan'er withdrew from Mo Qingcheng's arms and looked straight at him.

The empty embrace made Mo Qingcheng a little uncomfortable and laughed a little. Then he took a brocade box from the table next to him and put it in Jin Wan'er's hand.

Jin Wan'er gently opened the box, and what came into view was a piece of jade that was white and flawless. The jade was delicate and warm.

She reached out and took the white jade in her hand, and the slightly cool touch shocked her.

This piece of jade is definitely top-grade, but she has seen many such jade pieces, but it is strange that this piece of jade gives her a very unique feeling.

Without moving her fingers, she could feel the lines on the back of the white jade.

Turning it over gently, the white jade rolled in her hands.

The other side gradually came into view of Jin Wan'er's clear eyes.

Seeing the pattern on the white jade suddenly come into view, Jin Wan'er's eyes widened instantly, and a flash of astonishment flashed in her dark eyes.

No wonder she felt differently when she saw this piece of jade.