"Sister, you're back, why is your face so ugly, is someone bullying you?"

As soon as the door opened, ten-year-old Wu Wenkang trotted forward, and when he saw Xia Yan's appearance, his face immediately changed, and he stepped forward very nervously and grabbed Xia Yan's arm.

"No, it's just a little uncomfortable all of a sudden." Xia Yan touched his face, "I guess it's good to sleep." ”

"Sister, your face is so white, don't you really need to see a doctor?" Wu Wenkang was very worried.

"No, you don't." Xia Yan smiled, just after comforting this younger brother, she saw the mother of the original owner who heard the movement and went downstairs.

"Why, how did it become like this? Come and lie down in the house. ”

Xia Yan was helped upstairs and entered the house, and just as he lay down, he heard the sound of someone opening the door below.

"It's Wen Hao who is back." The mother of the original owner said this, then walked to the door of the house and looked at it, and said, "When you come back, go to bed early, there is bread in the kitchen when you are hungry." ”

"Got it, Mom." The clear boy's voice answered dryly.

Xia Yan closed her eyes, and after a while, she heard footsteps approaching gently, and then a soft hand rested on her forehead.

"I'm fine, go to bed early, Xiaohao." Xia Yan opened his eyes and looked at his other younger brother.

"It's okay, if you can't stand it, just shout, we can hear it next door." Wen Hao's immature little face was full of worry.

Xia Yan smiled and closed her eyes again.

Mother Wu saw that she was sleeping peacefully, so she also fell asleep, for fear of tossing and waking her up again.

After the room was quiet, Xia Yan opened his eyes again and looked around.

The house rented by the original owner is in an alley in the concession, and the entrance is a small hall of less than ten square meters, with a kitchen and bathroom, and two bedrooms upstairs, which are not too big, and it is barely enough to live for four people.

She has one room with Wu's mother and one room with her two younger brothers, but the rent is very expensive, ten oceans a month.

If it weren't for the fact that their orphans and widows were too vulnerable, they wouldn't have rented such an expensive place.

Wu Wenhao, the eldest brother of the original owner, is only 13 years old, and now he is in a Western restaurant, washing dishes for others, from morning to night, only three oceans a month.

It can be said that if it weren't for the fact that the original owner made a lot of money singing in the dance hall, they would not have been able to live so peacefully.

It's just that the original owner earns a lot and spends a lot, so she can't take out money from the guests if she doesn't dress up beautifully.

After all, if you just sing, the money given by the boss is not enough to spend.

It mainly depends on the commission and tip from the sale of alcohol.

Fortunately, the original owner is very self-loving and careful, and he has been singing for two years, but he has not been bullied.

It is estimated that because the original owner is just delicate, it is much worse than those gorgeous dancers.

Xia Yan glanced at Wu's mother and felt a little headache.

If the relationship between the original owner and her family is not good, she can be more relaxed, but on the contrary, the original owner has a very good relationship with her family, and the family is very united, so the original owner's wish to 'live well' also includes her family.

How can this weak and weak, small and small, survive in troubled times?!

When you think about it, you feel that the future is bright!

In a small western-style building in the Public Concession.

The drunken man opened his eyes in a daze, reached out and pressed his forehead, and looked at the furnishings around him.

After seeing it clearly, Mo Yan took a long breath, he drank too much wine, and his limbs didn't obey him, making him dizzy when he moved.

Just lying on the bed like this, I briefly understood the memory of the original owner, and then, Mo Yan's face darkened!

Damn! Even if the Republic of China is in turmoil, he can endure it.

But what the hell is wearing a little devil? Jiro Odanaaka!

The name is full of irony!

Mo Yan has already foreseen the cup of his life, he just wants to fall in love and chase a daughter-in-law, is it so difficult?!

Mo Cheng looked at the roof of the shed without love, and had the urge to bring two more bottles and drink himself alive and dead.

After being in a daze for half an hour, Mo Yan began to recall the sweet time of the previous world.

The sweet time was quite short, only two and a half years, and then he hung up.

However, in the past two and a half years, he and Xia Yan have been to many places, anyway, they will travel if they have nothing to do, although they still haven't kissed the beauty, but they hugged or something, Xia Yan never refused.

Even in order to get along with him, he even had less time to paint.

It was only at the time of his death that she became a little famous in the domestic oil painting world.

Mo Yan opened a technology company, and finally handed it over to Xia Yan to take care of, and he only accounted for 10% of the shares, which could be regarded as compensation for the original owner's parents.

After all, he took the body of their son.

But when he came, their son had lived for nearly three more years, and if he hadn't come, the boy would have died long ago.

He didn't owe anything to the parents.

The sweet time together finally warmed his desperate heart.

Mo Yan covered his head, sat up slowly, took out another set of pajamas, and went to the bathroom.

After taking a shower, Mo Yan sobered up a lot, sat by the window and felt the location of Xia Yan, and he was not in a hurry to find it.

He knows the plot of this world, but the female characters are all cannon fodder except for the heroine, and he just doesn't know what number of cannon fodder his daughter-in-law is.

No matter what number it is, it won't end well.

Mo Yan flipped through the weapons on his hand, two guns, countless bullets, and a long sword, but the long sword was placed on the shelf, obviously not for killing.

Jiro Otanaka's identity doesn't appear many times, and every time he comes out, it's harmful, but his background is quite hard.

The commander sent by the big Shanghai devil is the second uncle of this body.

So now Jiro Odanaka spends most of his time with this second uncle.

His official position is Shaozuo, and he has a relationship, wherever he goes, he will give a little face to whoever he meets.

Mo Yan frowned, with this identity, if you do anything, it is more convenient, but it may be hopeless to chase your daughter-in-law.

The opposite! Even if he wants to betray the little devil, people have to believe it.

Besides, national hatred is not something he can resolve alone.

He himself wants the little devils to die, okay? If he can't catch up with his daughter-in-law, he will study how to let the little devils accompany him to the funeral!

Well, for the funeral of his love!

Phew! His love doesn't want this kind of miscellaneous companionship.

pondered for a long time, and when it was dawn, Mo Yan went out.

After buying breakfast and eating it, I approached the alley where Xia Yan was.

I didn't rush to find someone, but I just found a teahouse to sit in on the side.

At this time, Xia Yan also woke up, Wu's mother went out to make breakfast, and she sat on the bed and read the notebook taken out of the space.

The notebook remembers all the key points, and some of them use symbols to prevent them from being looked at by the system.

After watching it for about ten minutes, Xia Yan understood the general situation of the previous lives.

Mo Yan? Maybe he'll come with him in this life?!

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