The man's gaze still fell on her long white legs, and his gaze was burning with an indecent taste.

In the next second, Tang Mo'er's little head exploded with a "boom", and he suddenly understood what he meant.

This old driver!

She was thrown out of the car!

"Gu Mohan, you are down-stream!" Tang Mo'er raised her slender little white hand and wanted to slap him.

Gu Mohan tilted his head slightly, avoided it, and his slender fingers reached out and clasped her slender wrist, pulling hard.

She slammed her little head directly into his broad, warm chest.

The clean and clear man's masculinity invaded in an instant, and Tang Mo'er was embarrassed and indignant, "Gu Mohan!"

She's going to explode.

The woman is like a fried little milk cat, with a hook in her soft and glutinous voice, Gu Mohan rolled her Adam's apple up and down, clasped the back of her head with her big palm, and rubbed her hair, "Little fool, lie to you, even if I want to communicate deeply, I have to wait for you to be three months old." ”

"You dream!" Tang Mo'er stretched out two slender little white hands against his chest, trying to push him away hard.

Gu Mohan's flexible thin lips kissed her hair hard, and said in a low voice, "This is what you said, then I will have a deep communication with the baby when you are dreaming." ”

“…”

What's wrong with him today?

The car is about to float.

Tang Mo'er's heart suddenly softened, because she thought of Mr. Gu, Mr. Gu is an old driver!

It would be strange not to drive for a day.

I miss Mr. Gu so much.

At this time, the knock on the door sounded, and An An's voice outside the door came, "Little sister-in-law, are you awake?"

Tang Mo'er quickly pushed Gu Mohan away, "An An, I'm awake." ”

……

When it was time for breakfast, everyone ate in the restaurant.

6 Jinwen and Lin Siyu were the last to arrive, 6 Jinwen wore a dark blue shirt and black trousers, the clothes were ironed without the slightest wrinkles, and there was a deep and cold cold air between the eyes.

Jun Mosheng raised his eyes and glanced at 6 Jinwen, today's 6 Jinwen is no different, but it looks a little different, as if he is much refreshed.

"6 Shao, it seems that Miss Lin served well last night, and you have a spring breeze written on your face. Jun Mosheng said with a smile.

Spring breeze.

Lin Siyu's face stiffened when she heard these two words, and she remembered that she was given to Meng Che by him.

At this time, a healthy arm came from the waist, and a low and pleasant voice sounded in his ears, "Jun Shao, you haven't married for so many years, of course you don't know... I had a woman's taste. ”

Saying that, 6 Jin Wen pinched Lin Siyu's waist twice.

Lin Siyu looked at the man sideways, and 6 Jinwen also glanced at her sideways, the corners of his thin and cold lips hooked a pleasant arc, and he looked at her with a smile.

Lin Siyu suddenly felt that his smile was creepy, obviously he gave her to Meng Che last night, but now he is acting quietly here.

This man's mind is hidden too deep for anyone to see.

He came back in the early morning, and just after dawn, he returned to his room covered in frost and went into the shower room to take a shower.

He went to the altar to see Lin Xuanji, but no one knew what he had done to Lin Xuanji.

He seemed to be in a good mood, and when he raised his sword eyebrows, he smelled fishy, like a cat finally eating the small fish he caught.

Such a man is much younger and more handsome, and he has a vague look like the prince of the 6 families back then, and the maids here can't help but secretly look at him several times.

Lin Siyu pulled the corners of his mouth far-fetchedly, revealing a smile that was even uglier than crying.

Jun Mosheng narrowed his warm phoenix eyes, and suddenly felt that the man opposite was very different today.

He was suspicious, but there was no change on his face, "6 less, if you change your female partner often, you should pay attention to your health and be careful of getting sick." ”

6 Jinwen hooked his thin lips faintly, and replied with a smile, "Put your heart back in your stomach, I won't get sick." ”

Jun Mosheng retracted his gaze and looked at Tang Mo'er beside him, "Mo'er, I communicated with High Priest Meng again, although he still didn't agree with us to take Xuanji back, but he gave us a chance." ”

"What chance?" asked Tang Mo'er.

"As long as we wake her up, we can take her away. ”

"Really, but how can I wake my mother up after so many years of sleep?"

"We invited the Miao master to open your mother's dreams. ”

"Open Mommy's dreams?"

"Yes, Xuanji has been asleep for so many years, she is trapped in her own dreams, as long as she is allowed to get out of her dreams, she will wake up. ”

So, what is Lin Xuanji dreaming?

After so many years, what dream made her unwilling to wake up?

Who is in her dreams?

……

Everyone came to the altar again, Meng Che opened the altar door, and the Miao master walked in alone.

Lin Xuanji was still lying in the crystal coffin, looking at the lack of change.

The Miao master took out his pocket watch, and then gently closed his eyes.

6 Jinwen and Jun Mosheng are both standing outside the floor-to-ceiling windows, in fact, they are both curious, who is in Lin Xuanji's dream?

Tick.

Tick.

There is not the slightest sound here, except for the "ticking" sound of the pocket watch, which is quiet and mysterious.

6 Jinwen and Jun Mosheng both closed their eyes gently, and all of them entered Lin Xuanji's dream together.

The dream is not black, but colorful and warm, full of dandelions.

In the small bungalow with sea view, all the maids stood in the living room, everyone was trembling, trembling, and they didn't dare to come out.

Unlike the warmth outside, the inside of this small bungalow with a sea view is as cold as hell on earth.

"Sir, Mrs. Xuanji is about to give birth, should you send Mrs. to the hospital or call a doctor to come and deliver the baby?" asked Steward Ye.

On the sofa in the living room sat a man, dressed in a white shirt and black trousers, holding a newspaper in his slender fingers, looking down at it.

He didn't speak.

At this time, a maid upstairs screamed, "Sir, it's not good, the baby's head is about to come out, but it's stuck, why hasn't the doctor come yet, Madame is bleeding, if the blood collapses, Madame's life will be in danger, and she will have two lives!"

Steward Ye looked at the man on the sofa, the man was always reading the newspaper, elegant and dignified, a natural king.

The screen shifted to the upstairs room.

The room was dim, the curtains were not opened, they were all sealed, and there was a woman lying on the soft big bed, her black hair had been wet with sweat and all wrapped around that soft little face, and her two little hands were tugging at the sheets, which were tightly pulled into folds.

"Sir, you can tell me something, the baby's head is stuck there, and it is going to kill someone!" the maid outside was still talking.