He Wan'er opened his eyes and looked at the darkness around him, only to feel that his body seemed to be wrapped in some gentle force, and he could feel the tendency to sink uncontrollably.

As her eyes lit up, she could finally see the strings of bubbles around her, changing in size and shape with the pressure of the water, and slightly reflecting the light.

In my sight, there were pale green ripples rippling overhead, rippling and spreading in circles, and above the ripples, there was a gray-blue sky.

It's this dream again—He Wan'er thought, his body motionless, waiting for a human face and blood-red eyes to appear.

It seemed like she hadn't had this dream for a long time, but she remembered that the dream would end after that little grass.

Wait, it seems that this dream has changed again last time.

She had seen a silvery white light and shadow fall into the water, causing the water to ripple, and she didn't know if it was a fish or a knife.

This gradual dream, every time she does it, there will be a little more content, and she is like a bystander, quietly waiting for the appearance of a frame of images that do not know whether they exist in reality or fantasy, and when it comes to a certain point in time, everything is over, and suddenly a dream.

What will happen this time?

He Wan'er waited quietly, but he didn't see anything, even the ripples above his head were gradually disappearing, and the light around him gradually dimmed.

"Has it changed again?" she was slightly stunned.

However, the sensation of the body has not changed.

She was still wrapped in water, but she couldn't stop sinking, and as her field of vision narrowed and narrowed, the sounds she could hear in her ears became clearer and clearer.

There was the sound of ripples, the soft "pop" of bubbles bursting, and even the muffled sound of silvery white light and shadow entering the water.

With the last shimmer of light, she could see the length and shape of the silvery-white thing, but she still didn't know what it was.

The vision gradually darkened, and it seemed that the dream should end here.

But there seems to be something missing.

He Wan'er thought in a daze, and she didn't know what she was waiting for, she felt the suffocation caused by the water pouring into her respiratory tract, and the smell of blood in her mouth, and she didn't move.

She waited for a long time, and finally waited for the cry of compassion and despair.

"Grass!"

The voice was hoarse and unusual, with a crying tone, but she could discern a trace of the immaturity that belonged to the teenager from the pronunciation.

As if struck somewhere in her head by this shout, she suddenly wanted to wave her arms and start struggling.

However, when this command was given in his head, his limbs did not respond in the slightest.

She couldn't move, only to feel the water around her squeeze her body, squeezing the last shred of air out of her lungs.

She felt the sound of the water gradually subside, and many people spoke in her ears, but they couldn't hear a word.

He Wan'er couldn't shout or move, and his breathing became weaker and weaker. She tried hard to breathe, but she still couldn't resist the overwhelming feeling of suffocation, and then her heart suddenly hurt, and the oppressive feeling brought by the darkness and water waves suddenly disappeared.

He Wan'er sat up, pressed his hand tightly to his heart, gasped for breath, stared blankly at the half-bright light outside the window, and the strange dream kept flashing back in his mind.

After all, this was the fourth time she had repeated the same dream, and before that, this dream hadn't appeared for a long time - the last time it appeared was shortly after Gu Nian fell to his death.

That time, the focus of the dream was on the silvery-white object at the very end, which fell from the surface of the water into the water and sank all the way down, and she was speculating whether it was a fish or a knife.

This time, she saw clearly—not a fish, but not a knife.

To be precise, it looks like a knife, but the length of the handle and the blade is seriously unbalanced. Ordinary knives have a short handle and a long blade, but if this thing is a "knife", the handle is much longer than the blade. And the blade seems to be slowly shortening, and the picture is very weird.

Weird is weird, but He Wan'er feels that the focus of this dream is not on the "knife", but on the last shout.

It was the "little grass" again, and the sadness that seemed to have lost the whole world, but this time, she heard it clearly.

She was sure that the man who was crying Xiaocao was a teenager, and there was a hint of childlike immaturity and sharpness in his voice, a very unique texture—she could even deduce from the voice that the boy was between fifteen and eighteen years old.

But, who is this young man? What does that little grass mean?

He Wan'er propped his head and wanted to make a sound, unaware of the passage of time, and only then woke up when he noticed the faintly approaching footsteps.

She looked at the unfamiliar decorations and furniture around her, and remembered for a while that she was out for a banquet with Mo Chunshan, and at this moment she should be in a mountain two hundred kilometers away from the capital of Funan Province.

By the way, she slept in the master bedroom of the villa, and she still remembered that she closed the window and the first layer of curtains before going to bed, but because it was too stuffy, she didn't pull on the layer of lining that completely blacked out.

At this time, the thick and dense curtains have been reflected in the light outside into a soft champagne color, and it is conceivable that the time is not early.

He Guan'er subconsciously touched his mobile phone to take a look, and found that the number 9:45 was displayed at the top of the screen.

"Ah, it's late. She muttered, alarm bells ringing in her head, but she couldn't remember what she had missed.

In the next second, there were three knocks at the door, and Mo Chunshan's cold voice: "Are you up?" ”

He Wan'er was excited, hurriedly turned over and got out of bed, and the overwhelming suffocation and panic a minute ago were all left behind, and he didn't have time to care.

He Guan'er was very flustered at this breakfast.

was pinched by Mo Chunshan to watch the time to eat, she ate two servings of raw rolling fish fillet porridge in five minutes, not only was she scalded, but she also choked in a panic.

Yes, she didn't know until now that drinking porridge could choke people to death.

At half past ten, He Guan'er easily picked herself up to be able to see people, and when it was time to go out, she hesitated for a long time, and finally put on the so-called ten centimeter super high heels.

After all, he wanted to follow Mo Chunshan to the top of the mountain to show his face, so he couldn't lose the majesty of "Mrs. Mo", and standing out from the crowd was of course the best choice.

Oh, presumably relying on her height, there will be a lot fewer wives who come to her to pass the time.

The mountain road was winding, and with the previous experience, He Guaner naturally held Mo Chunshan's arm to avoid stumbling, and suddenly felt that his little abacus was too shrewd - anyway, there was no skin contact, and this kind of thing that made Boss Mo have face in his heart could still be done.

Maybe the boss is merciful, he can taunt her less and be angry with her a few times, or he can live for several more years.

He Wan'er secretly bent his eyes and smiled silently, but he didn't know that the small flame in someone's eyes was also burning vigorously.

However, in one night, the villa on the top of the building was already the party of the feast guests.

Zheng Hongzhou was dressed in a modified Tang costume, standing in front of the door with crutches and spirits to greet the guests in person, and the distinguished guests who lived in various villas on the mountain also appeared, and there were helicopters taking up and down, and there was an endless stream of guests.

"It's really a fire cooking oil and flowers blooming. ”

After greeting the host's family, He Guaner accompanied Mo Chunshan to sit on the balcony on the second floor, holding a cup of Pu'er tea in his hand, trembling and looking at the guests downstairs, and in the mood to ridicule.

"When others are cold, they will add clothes, and when you are cold, they will say cool words," Mo Chunshan smiled at the corner of his mouth, "Aren't you afraid that Zheng Hongzhou will not send you down the mountain when he hears it?"

He Wan'er's eyes lit up and looked at Mo Chunshan: "Big guy, have you actually seen the Dream of Red Mansions?"

The sentence she just said was the adjective used by Qin Keqing when she said Yuanchun Province in the Dream of Red Mansions. After that extravagant event, Jiafu gradually declined, so later there was a saying that cooking oil with fire would not last long.

"I just flipped through it. Mo Chunshan replied, the corners of his mouth faintly hooked, making He Wan'er think that he was showing off and being proud.

Before she could reply to him, she found that Mo Chunshan's gaze fell behind her.

"Mr. Mo, Mrs. Mo, hello. ”

The voice behind him made He Wan'er frown - meow, Zheng Tongmin, it's this pervert again!

Mo Chunshan had already stood up, and He Guan'er couldn't sit still, so he had to stand up and take a deep breath, trying to do psychological construction to make his expression less stiff, and then turned around and replied, "Hello second son." ”

But after speaking, he realized that Zheng Tongmin was not alone.

On his father's birthday, Zheng Tongmin naturally dressed like a dog, his hair was combed more exaggerated than Mo Chunshan, and he was holding a beautiful woman like a flower and jade in his hand.

"Mr. Mo, Mrs. Mo, let me introduce you, this is Guan Xiao, my girlfriend," Zheng Tongmin said with a half-smile, and gestured with his right index finger for a while, "Xiao who is brave and good at fighting." ”

After speaking, he continued to introduce: "These two are Mr. Mo Chunshan Mo, and-"

He frowned, tilting his head as if trying to recall He Wan'er's name.

"Just call Mrs. Mo. Mo Chunshan raised his eyebrows and shot back quietly.

"Mr. Mo, Mrs. Mo, hello. ”

Guan Xiao let out a voice, sounding like he was greeting him in a friendly manner, but there was no trace of a smile on his face.

"Mr. Mo and Mrs. Mo are my father's valued guests, who came all the way from Gyeongju and are also important business partners of my father. Xiaoxiao, there will be a lot of contacts between our two families in the future, and you and Mrs. Mo can talk more now. ”

"Good. Guan Xiao nodded and only replied one word.

He Wan'er looked at Zheng Tongmin's exaggerated performance and muttered in his heart.

Didn't you say that you just brought two women here a few days ago to mess around, how did you have a girlfriend who looks serious in a blink of an eye?

After a few glances, she felt that this beauty named Guan Xiao didn't seem to be like someone who could get together with Zheng Tongmin.

Guan Xiao looks twenty-three or four-four years old, with picturesque eyebrows, white skin, black hair, both makeup and clothing are light and plain, and his words and deeds are not frivolous at all, but very literary.

Even if the style of this body is not a lady, it is at least a temperament that can only be cultivated by a well-off family, and it should belong to the kind that is very sought-after in the marriage and love market, and it is obvious that Zheng Tongmin's inexplicable greeting this time seems to be a bit of a show, and he is quite satisfied with Guan Xiao.

When he took Guan Xiao away, He Guaner pursed his lips and hummed a string of comments: "A flower is inserted in cow dung!"

"Flowers?" Mo Chunshan hooked the corners of his mouth, "The dog's tail flower is also a flower, and the overlord flower is also a flower, which one are you talking about?"