In the past years, she had never heard anything about this person.

How could the close relatives of the Jiang family become disabled? How could they end up in this forest? They also built a building in the middle of the jungle where they lived for a long time. There must be a myriad of secrets.

"Miss Nan, my name is Chunhua, come with me, I'll take you to your room, it's almost time to rest. ”

A young maid walked up to her with clean clothes.

"Oh, okay. ”

Nan Xiang hurriedly stood up, and after following two steps, she asked, "Excuse me, is there a signal here?"

After taking a bath, Nan Xiang was not sleepy, sitting by the window, looking at the stars.

After bathing, she put her long hair behind her, her face was white and clean after washing away the mud, and her whole person exuded a playful and agile spirit, like a night elf in the forest.

The maid knocked on the door, Nan Xiang turned around to get up, and the other party had already put the book at the head of her bed.

"You don't have to get up, Mr. Dali asked me to send these books and periodicals, saying that they will help you study. You have done well in the examination papers of the medical research institute every time, and after reading these books, you will pass all the audits. ”

Nan Xiang nodded, there was nothing else to say. Mr. Dali is now her savior, her boss, and maybe, she will even call her uncle.

I only heard Chunhua say again, "Although there is no signal available here, Mr. Dali said that everything you are worried about will not happen." ”

"Then I'll be relieved to read. Nan Xiang finally heard the answer he wanted to hear, and the stone in his heart fell, revealing a decompressed smile for many days.

"Well, there's another word of caution that you can visit anywhere in this house, but you can't go to the third floor. ”

Looking at Chunhua's impermeable expression, Nan Xiang nodded cooperatively again.

Open a book, jewelry tasting.

She flipped two pages, and the exquisite jewelry drawings came into view, and she looked at them in wonder, why did she show her the book of design drawings?

If she wants to develop in the medical research institute in the future, why should she read medical books, is the medical research institute so short of design talents?

Looking at it, Nan Xiang found that the drawings of these paintings and calligraphy would have a small pattern printed under each one, like the signature of the designer.

This pattern resembles an open anchovy flower...... "Yechen!"

The next day, she woke up in a cold sweat, the open book still sitting by the bedside, but nothing could remove her fear.

She had a nightmare, dreaming that Jiang Yechen fell into the river, not to mention, and fell into the mud!

She shouted frantically at him on his shore, but Jiang Yechen didn't hear it at all, and her tall body fell into the mud step by step.

She reached out, but she couldn't touch him anymore.

Tears from the corners of her eyes wet her ears, and she just felt the cold, and it was wiped away by the light object.

With her eyes wide open, Mr. Dali's wheelchair was in front of her bed, and his bony hands, holding handkerchiefs, were wiping away tears for her.

Such a good-looking hand, except for Jiang Yechen's, this is the second pair she has seen, and it still touches herself at close range.

"Passing by the door, I heard a cry, and I can't sleep here?

The man in the wheelchair looked at her, and there was a special tenderness in his eyes.

Nanxiang pulled the quilt and distanced himself from the other party. She is dressed very tightly, but the other party is a man after all, so she still needs to pay attention.

"Uncle, I dreamed of Yechen. ”

She simply said that the wheelchair man's hand stopped in mid-air, let it go for a while, and slowly retracted it.

"So quickly, I changed my name. He grinned, as if he was surprised by the new name.

"Since you are Yechen's uncle, I should call you uncle. Nan Xiang said.

"Wake up and have morning tea with me. ”

The wheelchair man stared at her for a second, then turned the wheelchair and the conversation stopped abruptly.

"Okay!" Nan Xiang became active, she was waiting for such a moment, waiting for this person to take the initiative to reveal the secret to her.

When Ran Gee sat down to eat together, the first thing the other party said was, "I can't be talked to when I eat, you and I eat by ourselves." ”

"Oh, okay. ”

Nan Xiang poked the rice in the bowl stupidly.

During the whole process, the other party really didn't say a word, and the servant delivered the food without informing it, forming a tacit understanding.

She vaguely felt that this person really didn't speak when he was eating. Looking at the habits of serving people, it can be seen that this is a long-term thing.

No wonder, he never only watched her eat.

At the end of breakfast, the wheelchair man mysteriously left the house and went nowhere.

Nan Xiang sighed in his heart, and was just about to return to the room, when he suddenly heard a cry, which was faintly heard from the top floor.

3rd Floor ...... Lacking reading at noon, she squinted her eyes again and had that nightmare again.

This time, she was woken up by cries from upstairs. She reminisced about the feelings in her dream, and there was no taste in her heart, so she couldn't care who was crying.

Who would have thought that the nightmare would be staged in reality in the form of a remake.

The manor was shrouded in clouds, and the roar of excavation did not stop.

"The young master has been ...... for the fifth day"

"Is it all waste that is sent! He doesn't eat, he doesn't pry his mouth open, he doesn't sleep, he doesn't pour medicine into his water! A bunch of iron-clad people can't deal with him!"

This time, the old man did not fluctuate any longer. His crutches slammed into the leg of the table, and his anger was palpable. In the past few days, no one has slept well, and he, the initiator, will not be an exception.

"He doesn't drink water, and he doesn't let people come close. ”

Ban Hua came to report again, his brows furrowed, and he really had no way to do it. In fact, it's pretty much the same.

"It's useless, it's useless!"

The old man was furious.

"Old gentleman, Madame has been waiting outside the door for a long time, and she is about to collapse. ”

"My son can't be coaxed, what can she do?"

For Liao Peiyan, it is rare for the old man to lose a good tone because of anger.

"Dad, Yechen was born to me, flesh and blood, I can't watch it anymore. My heart is like roasting on a fire these days. ”

"Where is Nanxiang? If you want to see people in life, you must always have a corpse when you die. The water in this Yuanxin Lake will be drained immediately, but how can there be no movement, should you give an explanation? If it continues like this, it will mess up the entire Jiang family, and it is not worth it at all. ”

Liao Peiyan stood in front of the old man, the whole person was haggard, but she still spoke rationally and did not collide with the old man. Shangguan Yue was by her side, her eyes were red.

"She's dead!"

The old man drank coldly and choked back all Liao Peiyan's words.

Shangguan Yue suddenly knelt down with her legs, her eyes were full of distressing tears, "Grandpa, save Yechen, he is your own grandson, and he is your favorite person." ”

"Grandpa, grandpa!"