"Are you my young lady? Is it because I think about you every day and come to me to be reincarnated? Mother Wu muttered silently in her heart. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info tears unconsciously remained.

This girl looks like a young lady everywhere, and her expression, shape, and even voice are similar. And the birthmark is all the same. It's just unbelievable.

But it doesn't matter if she's real or fake, whether she's reincarnated or reincarnated. Now that she has come to her side, from now on, she will not let her be hurt in any way.

Miss, she has not protected her well, and she has to protect this girl even if she gives up her life.

Thinking like this in her heart, Wu's mother couldn't help but gently touch Bai Xiaoxiao's hair with her hand.

Wiping away the tears from his face, he left the room lightly.

Tan Yong returned to the company.

Hu Yunshi also took a shower and leaned on the sofa in the office, thinking about how to kill monsters with Bai Xiaoxiao.

I can't see that this beautiful and cute girl can also do martial arts.

With his head resting on the back of the couch, he stared at the ceiling with wide eyes. It seems to be a movie screen on it, and the picture is full of Bai Xiaoxiao's dexterous body jumping up and down, struggling to kill monsters.

The beautiful and flexible figure is like an angel flying in the sky in a cartoon. It's outrageously beautiful.

When she was caught by the monster, his heart seemed to be captured by the monster in an instant. The pain and loss he had never felt before made his body feel like it was hollowed out at that moment.

When she was wounded and covered in blood and passed out, it was as if he had heard the call of the devil of hell. The first thing that came to mind was that he was going to hell for her. He could die for her.

But when he held her in his arms, there was a contradiction in his heart for a moment. I hope she just lies in his arms and never leaves. But he was afraid that she would die in his arms. Disappeared like this, and he never saw her beauty and intelligence again.

At that moment, she was in his arms......

The cell phone on the coffee table rang suddenly. The smile on Hu Yunshi's face immediately retracted, and when he got up, he saw that it was Mr. Tan's call, and his face quickly turned cold.

He grabbed his phone and put it to his ear and said, "I'm in the office." ”

"Come up." Mr. Tan's voice.

Hu Yunshi got dressed, took his mobile phone and walked out the door.

Pushing open the door of the president's office, Hu Yunshi saw their old friend Count Mehrada from the Nordic countries of Macao and Portugal, sitting on the sofa and drinking tea with Tan Yong.

"Hello Earl!" Hu Yunshi bowed slightly towards Count Mehrada and stretched out his hand.

The earl immediately got up and shook Hu Yunshi's hand and exchanged pleasantries.

"The specific matters are still handled by Hu Tezhu and you. If you have any requirements, tell him directly, and he can represent me with full powers. Tan Yong said to Count Mehradha.

Then he looked at Hu Yunshi and motioned for him to take him with his eyes.

Hu Yunshi politely stretched out a hand again, made a gesture of invitation, and said, "Earl, please come with me." ”

"Okay, then Mr. Tan, I'll leave first." Count Mehrada smiled at Tan Yong and said goodbye, and walked behind Hu Yunshi.

Tan Yong walked to the desk and picked up his mobile phone to call Wu Haodong.

The bell rang twice, and the voice of "Hey, Mr. Tan" came from there.

"Remove all the people, and hang a sign that the recent maintenance will stop sightseeing. Leave a batch of plainclothes squatting there. I don't believe he can grow wings and fly. Loose on the inside and tight on the outside. In particular, those who come out should be closely followed. Tan Yong instructed Wu Haodong.

"Yes, Mr. Tan." Wu Haodong replied loudly.

Tan Yong hung up the phone and sat on the office chair, looking at one place and falling into deep thought.

"You don't have anything to do with the Wen family, why do you want to help him harm his son? ......" Wu's mother's words echoed in his ears.

When I went home in the elevator just now, I heard Wu's mother talking to her mother. Isn't the mother the only daughter of the Wen family? How can Mother Wu say that she has nothing to do with the Wen family?

Mother said that Bai Xiaoxiao looked too much like the dead ghost, and she was afraid.

Who was that dead ghost she was referring to? What was she afraid of? Why did she call Wu's mother "sister"? Isn't Mother Wu her maid?

Also, what does Wu's mother mean when she said that this path was chosen by herself? There seems to be a disagreement between the two of them about this matter?

A series of question marks made Tan Yong very puzzled by his mother. Do you want to ask Wu's mother? He was momentarily undecided. In fact, when my father was able to defeat his brothers in that family civil war, the Wen family helped a lot.

When he was only three years old, he was sent to the Wen family's old house in Lingnan Village in the countryside to be fostered.

At first, it was his grandmother who took him to live there alone. The family was served by farmers and servants who hired them to farm. Life is also comfortable and relaxed. But later, Wen Zhizhong and his two brothers moved back to the old house with their families. They began to dislike Tan Yong. Especially Wen Zhizhong, who regarded him as a thorn in his side, wanted to drive him away.

If it weren't for his grandmother protecting him everywhere, I was afraid that his little life would be lost in that small river.

In the summer when he was 6 years old, Tan Yong, who could not swim, stood by the river and watched his cousins compete with the other boys in the village to see who could swim across the river first.

I was watching it, and I didn't know who pushed him behind his back. Fell into the river and no one saw it.

In the water, he saw that the river in front of him was yellow. The sound of water whirring in my ears, water pouring into my ears. He squatted hard, wondering if he could step on the ridge to catch his breath. But there was no river ridge he had just seen. He waved his hands again, hoping to grab something that would allow him to lift his head out of the water. But all expectations and struggles are futile and delusional. Gradually, he didn't know anything.

When he felt the pain in his throat and wanted to cough, he opened his eyes and found himself lying in a ruined temple at the back of the village.

The name of this temple is called Broken Temple, but it is not broken at all. It is a three-room tiled house surrounded by a large courtyard. The flowers and trees inside are lush and the environment is clean.

I heard my grandmother say that there were a few monks who lived in the past, but then I don't know why those monks disappeared overnight.

Now the temple has been empty. Grandma brought Tan Yong in to play.

In the main room in the middle, there is a god a few meters tall that Tan Yong can't call famous.

The deity is ceramic, and its body is colourful and glazed. God's face is charitable, with a big grin, revealing a row of white front teeth and smiling at you. Not scary at all. His grandmother told him it was called the God of Happiness. If anyone has troubles and pains, as long as they burn a few sticks of incense in front of the happy God, and after talking to God about their troubles, they will be in a cheerful mood and everything will go well.

Tan Yong coughed and got up from the straw mat.

"Awake?"

Suddenly, a voice came from behind Tan Yong.

Tan Yong was startled and hurriedly looked behind.

is a monk. Hey, it looks like that who.

Happy God, Tan Yong looked up at the face of the idol. It's too much of a resemblance. "Are you a happy god?" Tan Yong asked the monk.

"Haha, you think that's it." The monk replied with a smile.

This monk looked like he was in his fifties, slightly chubby, and dressed in white cloth. It looks amiable, capable and refreshing.

Tan Yong hit it off at first sight. "I was pushed into the river just now, and you saved me?"

"What do you say?" The old monk said with a smile still on his face.

The smile on his face never seemed to change. Always smiling at you with a row of front teeth.