The imperial capital settled.

In the ancestral hall, an old woman in a green shirt and long gown leaned on the Taishi's chair, half-closed.

In front of him, there is a middle-aged man, this is the eldest son of the An family, An Ziqi.

Chinese face, wide forehead, thick eyebrows.

The forehead is open and plump, which is an excellent physiognomy. This person must be broad-minded, have a smooth career, and be blessed with great fortune.

"Mother, this is the marketing ...... of Ann's last year"

Ann's mainly sells women's products from major brands, such as perfumes, cosmetics......

After a while, Mrs. An bowed slightly.

"I've got my own measure, go down."

"Yes." An Zi Li nodded obediently, the An family attaches importance to filial piety and never disobeys the old lady.

Just as he was about to retreat, Anzi Oak seemed to think of something.

"Mother, do you remember the girl you rescued three years ago? The other day, she woke up. ”

The old lady's eyes finally made a wave.

Is that child, does he look like Mo Niang's child......

It was three years ago, when the old lady went on a trip to the sea and was accidentally rescued from the sea.

Dying, his face was pale, his breath was inaudible, half of his legs were in the coffin, and he went around the ghost gate.

Thin as a piece of paper, light and fluttery.

If Mrs. An is half a minute late, I am afraid that she will already be gone.

Unexpectedly, although it was rescued, it was a vegetative person who couldn't move anywhere except his heart.

An family has a lot of money and has been recuperating in the best hospital in the imperial capital.

The An family has always been affectionate, and the blood flowing in their bones is cold.

But for his own people, it is good to dig out his heart.

If it weren't for the fact that the girl was very similar to An Mo Niang, I was afraid that Mrs. An would not have taken a second look, let alone recuperated......

The old lady sighed, and the whole person seemed to be a few years older.

"You reminded me of Mo Niang again......"

Anzi Oak was silent, hanging his hands and standing quietly.

An Mo Niang, the daughter of the An family, has been pampered since she was a child, and has a very good relationship with the old lady.

Only in the matter of feelings, it is very twisted, all the way to the black.

As if he was blind, he fell in love with a little white face.

shouted that he would not marry in this life, otherwise, she would have become a monk and go to a nunnery!

The old lady was so angry that she didn't repent! That bastard boy has a bad character, obviously, that is......

For the sake of that bastard boy, An Mo Niang actually broke off with An Jiaen, and there has been no news since then......

After the old lady was very angry, she was distressed again. Over the years, I have spared no effort to find her traces, but it seems to have evaporated from the world......

The old lady didn't know that An Mo Niang was already dead......

After a moment of silence, the old lady spoke: "Oak, go down, I'm tired ......"

An Zili retreated silently and covered the door with emptiness. The little sister has always been a pain in my mother's heart......

There was no one else in the ancestral hall, and the old lady chuckled to herself.

A little vicissitudes, a little confused.

There is only one person left and right, how can it be related to Mo Niang......

I'm afraid that she wants Mo Niang to be stunned......

Time is not the best medicine, it is clearly poison.

Moisturizing things silently.

Kill invisibly.