The door opened, and next to the night light, stood a pair of big feet: "You are back." The next time it must not exceed 9 p.m. and the boss will go to bed. The butler's emotionless voice came.

Mo Yan, who was about to change his shoes, hurriedly straightened up: "I'm sorry." ”

The housekeeper didn't speak, passed by Mo Yan directly, walked out of the suite, and helped Mo Yan take the door.

My aunt's room had an open door - she didn't like to close the bedroom door when she slept.

Mo Yan, who changed her shoes and took off her cover, hurriedly sent Wang Chengyou the news that she had arrived, and then, after going to the bathroom to wash her hands, she tiptoed into her aunt's bedroom, wanting to see if she was asleep.

Normally, my aunt would obediently lie in bed, with her eyes open, tossing and turning, until almost the early hours of the morning before she actually fell asleep.

Tonight is no exception.

When Mo Yan walked lightly into her aunt's bedroom, the open curtains let in blue-gray light, and the outline of her aunt's lying horizontally was clearly outlined by light and shadow. She lay thin, flat, and silent on the huge luxurious bed, and I looked more and more pitiful.

Auntie's face was hidden in the shadows, Mo Yan couldn't see clearly, but the eyelashes that were still long without retouching were one by one, obviously, Auntie was still awake.

The sick aunt cherishes words like gold, she doesn't like to talk, and she doesn't like to listen to people.

Mo Yan, who had been with her aunt for a few days, understood all this, so she just half-knelt in front of her aunt's bed and looked at her for a while.

When Mo Yan was about to leave, he unexpectedly found that his aunt was trembling.

"Auntie?" Mo Yan called her softly.

My aunt was not only shaking, but also crying. Mo Yan turned on the night light, only to find that she was biting the quilt with tears streaming down her face.

"You, can you, call me Mommy?" The aunt asked intermittently crying in a rather touching male duck voice.

Despite the great psychological barrier, at that moment of loneliness, Mo Yan still tried to do what his aunt asked: "Mom." ”

The aunt cried even louder, she got up on her hands and feet, and stumbled and hugged Mo Yan.

The whining sound was amplified in his ears, and Mo Yan felt that his aunt was hugging her very tightly as if she were holding her.

"Sleeve, can you forgive Mom?"

Mo Yan's body stiffened, and her aunt treated her as a dead cousin.

"Sleeve, mom is so lonely."

Mo Yan's tears suddenly filled his eyes. Although she had never met, and even had unrelated blood flowing in her body, she still felt sorry for her fierce cousin, and her heart ached for her now fragile aunt.

"Sleeve, is it okay to be my daughter in the next life, let me love you well and compensate you."

Mo Yan's tears flowed down her face, and her free hands finally hugged her aunt.

Let the tears flow freely, indulge and let yourself cry with the sadness in your body without restraint. I cried for half an hour before my aunt stopped.

Letting go of Mo Yan, she looked at Mo Yan who was close at hand with her eyes gently. Mo Yan's eyes, like hers, were already red and swollen from crying.

Gently stroking Mo Yan's cheeks, her aunt said softly, "Good boy, wash your face and go to sleep." ”

The next day, before the morning sun broke through the clouds, my aunt woke up in the white belly of the fish.

This sleep is very sweet, and I haven't had such a sweet sleep for a long, long time.

During the morning dinner, seeing that her aunt was in a good mood, Mo Yan asked her if she would like to meet her friends. Seeing that Mo Yan was suddenly shy, my aunt couldn't help but be more sure, this "crush" was afraid that she was already a "clear lover".

"It's rare that he left a lot of company chores to see me," my aunt said with a smile, "but I'm in a low mood right now and don't want to see guests, so I'll explain it to him." ”

Mo Yan's eyes widened: Leave a lot of company chores behind? Who is this that my aunt is talking about?

Mo Yan's first reaction was that her aunt was still awake? So he asked tentatively, "Who did Auntie hear about him?" ”

The aunt flew over and smiled with disgust: "Of course I heard it from your mother." ”

"Oh?"

Seeing that Mo Yan was very curious, her aunt was in a good mood, so she couldn't help but say a few more words: "Your mother said that she happened to be familiar with his two mothers." His dad runs the largest real estate development company in your area and is one of the best industrialists.

If you want me to say, real estate developers in small places may be more profitable than big star companies. After all, people who work outside are keen to buy a house in their hometown. Moreover, most of them are bought in full. The cash flow of local developers must be sufficient. You don't know if you're not in business, the world is big, and cash is king. ”

Aunt Mo Fei wanted to say more, but suddenly saw Mo Yan's face change, so she stopped it in time, "What?" What am I saying wrong? ”

Mo Yan's face became a little strange: "Auntie, you heard it right?" ”

"It's not the person who wants to come and see me?"

Two people, you look at me, I look at you, and they both want each other to answer their own questions first.

Aunt is a social person, she compromised first, she pressed her temples, and her eyes became resentful: "Your sister came last night." ”

Mo Yan was shocked by the topic she suddenly diverged from, especially the style of her words was so terrifying.

"Your sister has grown taller and more beautiful. She walked in from outside, knelt down in front of my bed, touched my face, called my mother, and told me that she was living happily now, that she had someone who loved her dearly, and that she was well protected, and that I didn't have to think about killing the stars when I was in a bad mood, and let them go over to accompany her. ”

These words well diverted Mo Yan's attention.

"I don't have a good brain sometimes, and the real and the fake are mixed up. You listen to it and don't take it seriously. Whether your mother really told me about such a man, or whether I imagined it, I can't even tell myself. Then the aunt said, "Then tell me what kind of person you want to see me?" ”

Mo Yan bit his lip, his gaze was a little evasive: "He, he is my high school classmate, and he is studying in the same city in college." ”

"Students?"

"Hmm."

After my aunt finished eating, she looked up at Mo Yan: "It's good, when you are young, you should talk about a few pure loves." ”

Mo Yan raised her eyes to look at her aunt, very hesitant, and wanted to ask her again if the person her mother had told her was called "Wenhao", and then thought that since her aunt had taken great pains to pull out her dead cousin, she would naturally not admit it easily.

So...... Wang Chengyou's suspicions, isn't it groundless?

And the reason why she doesn't know the true face of Lushan is just because she is the target of a writer?

I was flustered in my heart, and after thinking about it carefully, I would not give up Wang Chengyou to choose a writer, so I calmed down.

"Your classmate is here, you can accompany him for the past two days. It's been so hard for you to spend such a boring day with me recently. Auntie said softly.

Mo Yan nodded.

With his aunt's approval, after breakfast, Mo Yan left the hospital for personal interests and walked to find Xingchen.