The little mute's life was stolen, and the wealthy boss comes to spoil him

Beautiful things will always be coveted by jackals, tigers and leopards.

Even Fu Wenzhi himself is one of them.

He knows better than anyone how tempting a soul like Tang Wan is to selfish and evil people like them.

He is the kind of person who will rush to Tangwan without hesitation no matter how many times he has the opportunity to choose.

She is always her only choice.

Like a murderer lurking in the darkness, he also felt the light of the deserted moon.

Tang Wan turned around and caught Fu Wenzhi's gaze.

To this day, she is actually familiar with the feeling of finding Fu Wenzhi's sight whenever she turns around.

As long as Fu Wenzhi is around, he will always notice his sight.

The feeling of discomfort from the beginning has become somewhat routine now.

When Tang Guan saw Fu Wenzhi, he was stunned for a moment, as if he was a little surprised, and then slowly smiled.

Looks a bit like his own shadow.

The look of never leaving.

But Tang Wan also knows that the so-called is always a lie.

She is not very old, but she has experienced too many things, so the word "seems" is added to everything, leaving room for success.

It seems that only in this way, I will not feel sad because of failed expectations.

Finally, Tang Wan was discharged from the hospital.

In fact, for those who care about Tang Wan, what they are more worried about is Tang Wan's psychological injury.

We have known each other for more than half a year, and basically everyone knows that Tang Wan cannot speak because she has a taboo in her heart.

A very serious psychological implication made her "unable" to speak.

So everyone tried their best to get Tang Wan to speak, but with little effect.

At this moment, Si Huai suddenly spoke: "I don't think so. I heard her call her mother last time."

Lu Lin:? ? ?

Lu Lin subconsciously turned to look at Si Huai, with some strange emotions in his eyes.

But soon Si Huai shook his head again: "But it was only that one time, and she only shouted this one word."

Lu Lin lowered his head, stretched out his hand, subconsciously touched his chin, pondered for a moment, and suddenly said, "Maybe Tangtang's silence has something to do with her mother?"

Si Huai somewhat disagreed. To be honest, he couldn't accept Lu Lin talking about his lover in such a conjectural tone.

But how their lover died and why Tang Wan couldn't speak are questions they don't have answers to.

Reason told Si Huai that what Lu Lin said was probably correct, but emotion was subconsciously escaping, as if this way, he would not have to face the fact that his home was broken.

Si Huai stretched out his hand and pressed his own mountain root, suppressing the negative emotions in his heart, and then said: "If I guess based on what you said, there is only one possibility."

Having said this, Si Huai paused for a moment, and his expressionless face took on a gloomy look: "That is, Tangtang faced Nana's death head-on."

The atmosphere in the room was a bit condensed, no one spoke, and only air seemed to be flowing between them.

This guess is really hard to accept.

How old was Tangtang at that time?

It seems that he has just turned three years old...

If you really face the death of your mother and are told by your mother not to speak and to hide...

Then it all makes sense.

But is this a little too cruel?

Isn’t it a little too...

Si Enzhi immediately covered his mouth and swallowed the sobs in his mouth.

Her eyes instantly turned red, and the cold expression on her face suddenly changed.

The sentimental Grandma Lu had long since burst into tears.

She knew that Tangtang had a hard time in the orphanage, knew that she was a good child, and knew that even though she suffered a lot of torture, she was still a very good and good child.

She was already very distressed.

However, it is too devastating to face the death of a loved one who is accompanying you.

How could she, a little kid, accept the pain that even adults couldn't bear?

"Ugh." Grandma Lu suddenly fell into Grandpa Lu's arms, crying so hard that she was out of breath.

Why can't good people live a long life?

Obviously the people in the Xue family are very good people.

They clearly sacrificed everything for the motherland, for the peace of the mountains and seas, and for the hard-won peace, but why have they become cold monuments?

Grandma Lu couldn’t figure it out.

No one can figure it out.

All the people present are adults, children cannot listen to this.

But what they didn't expect was that Pei Yunzhou had a listening earphone in his ear, and Fu Wenzhi could hear the conversation.

Fu Wenzhi listened to their voices, looked at the information on the computer, and tapped his fingers on the table unconsciously.

Did you see your mother die with your own eyes?

Fu Wenzhi's image of Tang Wan emerged in his mind, and he tried to draw a complete picture of Tang Wan in his mind with these news.

It's not her appearance, nor her daily habits, such superficial things.

Being beautiful is just her most insignificant advantage.

Finally, when the sound there completely disappeared, Fu Wenzhi turned off the device.

Fu Wenzhi knew.

Suffering does not create beautiful flowers.

Tang Wan's good fortune was not brought about by these hardships.

She doesn't need to bloom from suffering, she is the best flower.

Fu Wenzhi tidied the table, packed his schoolbag, and walked out of the house as usual to prepare for school.

Just when I was passing by Lu's house, I saw Tang Wan walking out of the house.

Tang Wan was probably the only one with color in his sight. The black and white colors were colored by Tang Wan's arrival.

Then he met Tang Wan's eyes, which was the beginning of the day.

Fu Wenzhi still had the taste of mint in his mouth. He put the tip of his tongue against the roof of his mouth and added silently in his mind.

Good morning.

My unique little painter.

Most of the students in Class 1 (A) are used to Tang Wan suddenly asking for leave.

I always feel that Tang Wan’s campus life is different from everyone else’s and her life is more colorful.

Even Ji Helin would be amazed.

Tang Wan has always been quiet, and the classmates around him were extremely curious about Tang Wan, but Tang Wan was too quiet to respond.

They just looked at Tang Wan cautiously, with what they thought was a hidden vision, observing Tang Wan's uniqueness.

At this moment, several senior students suddenly came outside the door. When they saw Tang Wan in the classroom, their eyes lit up and they walked in quickly.

Tang Wan was doing the test papers that he had left over the past few days. Before he could finish writing, he felt that the light in front of him was blocked.

She subconsciously raised her head and saw the sixth-grade senior in front of her, with her hands on the table, and her eyes were illuminated by the bright colors of the sun, like amber, shining and sincere.

His voice was a bit loud, like a husky who is always full of energy.

"Tang Wan, are you interested in joining the student union of the elementary school?"