"Help me up, I can still play." Wen Yabao instinctively murmured, but his eyes were tightly closed.

The rest of the people looked dazed.

"I'll send her back to the room to rest first, and leave a bowl of soup warm."

Fu Shiye hugged Wen Yabao, only dropped a word, and strode away.

He Chaonian looked at Fu Shiye's distant back and sighed: "This dog food is sprinkled with ......" is too deliberate.

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Fu Shiye carried Wen Yabao back to the viewing suite.

put the person on the bed, and under the dim wall lamp, Fu Shiye's eyes fell on the bulging red envelope on her arm.

It looked like she had been bitten by a mosquito, and on her snow-white arms, it looked particularly terrifying.

blamed him, he had to drag her down to the lotus pond to row.

Fortunately, the rooms of the resort hotel were prepared with daily medicines, and Fu Shiye went out and found mosquito potions and cotton swabs.

As soon as the person turned back to the room, Wen Yabao seemed to be in a nightmare, and he slept very unsteadily.

She seemed to be yelling something.

Fu Shiye didn't really hear it, he only knew that her expression was very painful.

A layer of cold sweat broke out on his forehead.

It must have been a terrible dream.

Fu Shiye put the potion and cotton swab on the head of the bed, and reached out to hold Wen Yabao's uneasy shaking hands.

"Don't ......"

"Mom!"

Wen Yabao repeated these two words repeatedly, and finally woke up with a shrill scream.

Fu Shiye heard it very clearly, Wen Yabao called "Mom", and his mournful voice was full of despair.

She threw herself into his arms in horror, her slender body shaking violently.

"Did you have a nightmare?" Fu Shiye's heart was faintly painful when she hit her, and his exaggerated palm caressed her back.

Extremely light and then again.

Just like in her aunt's arms, inexplicably her mood gradually calmed down.

"Fu Shiye, thank you." Wen Yabao's voice was low and crying.

"You're welcome."

Fu Shiye rubbed her head, "Did you dream of your mother?" ”

All he knew was that Wen Yabao's mother died when she was five years old, after a drunken fall down the stairs.

As for the more specific, he also does not know.

It's just that I probably know that it is related to Wei Linglan's mother and daughter who later entered Wen's house.

As for whether Wen Yabao's mother's death was related to Wei Linglan's hands and feet, it is unclear now.

At that time, the Public Prosecutor's Office also concluded that he died unexpectedly.

"They all said that my mother was drunk and fell downstairs and died accidentally. But recently, I was in a trance and remembered the clip of that day, when my mother fell, it was like someone had sprinkled pearls on the stairs, and there were dozens of them. ”

The fragments of memories became clearer and clearer, and Wen Yabao was sure, "If I am not mistaken, the day my mother knew that Yanyan existed, she quarreled with her father and moved out of Wen's house directly." Later, the people who talked about divorce with their father were lawyers, and my mother had an accident in Wen's house, which in itself was contrary to logic. ”

Wen Yabao's expression was a little messy, but Fu Shiye still caught her point: "You are suspecting that your mother's death was not an accident, it may have been deliberate...... Murder? ”

Fu Shiye's last note paused hesitantly for a moment.

"I'm not talking about it, although I fell seriously ill after my mom died, and I forgot a lot of things from before because of the continuous high fever. But then I found a few diaries that I wrote before my mother died, and there were clips in the diaries where my mother took me to the movies, and I also had two movie tickets in them. The date of the movie ticket is enough to say a lot. ”