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She only knew that no matter who set this fire, Jiang Yansheng's attitude today determined her future path.

Jiang Yadong can spare her, and he won't praise her.

Chu Siya thought of the fate in the future, and she couldn't stand it and fainted.

……

When Huo Xiumer arrived.

Jiang Yansheng's mood had calmed down, and she stayed alone in the bedroom when she was not married, with her long hair scattered and her eyes staring at the photo album with sloppy eyes.

Jiang Yadong talked to her and didn't care.

He had no choice but to let the maid watch at the door, go downstairs, and just take a face-to-face photo with Huo Xiumo.

"The sound is upstairs."

Huo Xiumo frowned, and also saw the pile of burnt things in the living room, pursed his thin lips and asked, "How is she doing?" ”

On the side, Jiang Siwei said first: "If it weren't for my father's stop, maybe Chu Siya would have been strangled to death by my sister, and now no one pays attention to it, so she holds the photo album that my mother snatched from the fire with her life." ”

Huo Xiumo swept over with an indifferent look.

Jiang Si's heart tightened slightly, and he lowered his head in a little panic.

"I'll go up and have a look." Huo Xiumo and Jiang Yadong bowed their heads and walked upstairs, and soon, the tall figure disappeared at the staircase.

in the living room.

Wang Ying looked haggard, her hands were still injured, and she looked at her husband weakly: "Yadong." ”

Jiang Yadong's face was still very heavy, and his sharp eyes stared at the mother and daughter: "What's going on today?" ”

"Dad, you won't listen to Chu Siya's slut, right? The servants of the Jiang family can all testify, my mother went upstairs behind. ”

Jiang Siwei didn't have Wang Ying to calm down: "And if my mother did it, why did she risk being burned to death and snatching the album and burning both hands." ”

Faced with her husband's suspicion and her daughter's maintenance, Wang Ying began to wipe her tears aggrieved; "Yadong, I want to burn Ye Ming's things, I can't do it after I have been married to you for more than ten years, not to mention that I can't beg Jiang Yansheng during this time, how dare I offend her."

What Wang Ying said was well-founded, and he explained it over and over again, Jiang Yadong's gloomy face was indifferent, and he didn't speak for a long time.

Instead, he turned and walked towards the burned attic upstairs.

Wang Ying saw that he was thinking about Ye Ming to get something, and his heart hurt so much that he couldn't breathe.

……

"Second aunt."

The servant was standing in the hallway, just in time to see the doorway of the room, and she saw the handsome and cold man go upstairs, and bend respectfully.

Huo Xiumo swept his eyes and faintly saw the thin figure of the woman, his eyes were slightly dark, and his open tone was oppressive: "You go down." ”

"Yes." Servant.

The room was too quiet, the curtains blocked the outside light, and it was a little dim.

Huo Xiumo walked in and closed the door casually, he didn't deliberately slow down, Jiang Yansheng could hear it, and he didn't turn around.

Even when the tall and cold man walked in front of her, she kept her head down, her red fingertips tightly grasping the corners of the album, and her side face was pale and bloodless.

Huo Xiumo squatted down on one knee, his strong gaze firmly locked on her: "Voice." ”

A soft call, a deep and powerful voice, seemed to pass through the fog and reach the woman's ears.

Jiang Yansheng's eyes flickered and raised his head.

Her eyes were already red, and her red lips moved and she couldn't make a sound.

Huo Xiumo raised his palm and stroked her cold face very gently, his long fingers rubbing back and forth at the ends of her red eyes, with a hint of warmth.

Jiang Yansheng closed his eyelashes tiredly between his eyebrows, rubbed his face in the palm of his hand, and gently sniffed the man's warm and smelling breath.

That kind of action with heartfelt dependence and intimacy made Huo Xiumo have a place in his heart to soften for her, his arm put the woman's maid in his arms, and his thin lips whispered in her ear: "Tell me a word, huh?" ”

Jiang Yan didn't speak, his hands climbed up his sturdy and secure chest, and slowly wrapped around the man's neck.

Huo Xiumo hugged her tightly, lowered his head, his thin lips comforted and kissed the woman's eyebrows, and his eyes were so dark that his eyes were intense.

He would rather her cry uncontrollably and vent all the pain in her heart, and this matter would pass.

This kind of not crying or laughing makes people panic.

Jiang Yansheng's suppressed feeling of pain quickly recovered because of the man's comfort, she closed her eyes, and muttered weakly with her red lips: "My mother's things have been burned down, and the only trace she left in my world is almost gone, Huo Xiumo, I'm a little scared." ”

She was afraid that she would not be able to grasp even the last bit of things, and when the time came, her memory would begin to blur, and she would no longer be able to remember everything about her biological mother.

Huo Xiumo found that she was very obsessed with her mother and had an extreme yearning in her heart.

This feeling is incomprehensible to people who have not lost their mother, and he whispered words of comfort to her for a long time in a low voice, until Jiang Yansheng fell asleep in his arms.

……

Huo Xiumo wrapped the woman's thin body in a suit jacket and carried her downstairs with a gloomy expression.

Jiang Siwei saw that the two were leaving, and hurriedly shouted to him first: "My mother injured her hand for Aunt Ye Ming's old things, Huo Xiumo, should you let my cousin go as a reward?" ”

She didn't lower her voice, and she didn't look at Huo Xiumo's handsome facial features, and the impatience between her eyebrows.

Wang Ying is now pretending to be pitiful, knowing that Jiang Yansheng is stubborn, as long as it touches her, it will be easy to soften, and she has made up her mind to use this matter to make Huo Xiumo stop.

She glanced at her daughter out of the corner of her eye, suggestively.

Jiang Si was even louder in a moment, and he didn't care about Jiang Yansheng, who was sleeping in the man's arms with his eyes closed: "My mother can completely let that fire burn everything down, so that there is really nothing left, and there will be no good reward for being a good person." ”

Huo Xiumo looked at her and looked cold.

At this time, Jiang Yansheng's eyebrows were slightly furrowed, and he gradually woke up in his arms, and his head was very dizzy, so that his reaction was half a beat slower than usual.

Jiang Siwei saw that she was awake, so he spoke louder.

That harsh tone is like a woman talking incessantly, the noise makes the headache intense, and the emotions can no longer be controlled.

In the end, Jiang Yan opened his eyes suddenly, and his voice was cold: "Shut up!" ”

Jiang Siwei's voice stopped abruptly, and he looked at the woman in front of him who was disturbed and woke up with a stunned expression.

Jiang Yansheng's eyebrows and eyes were cold, and his gaze was like a skin that could sharply stab people, making Jiang Siwei involuntarily cover his stomach, and in his aura, he was suppressed by her without any resistance.

The living room was instantly silent, and Jiang Yansheng's eyes turned and fell on the haggard and sad Wang Jin.

She curled her lips coldly and said to her word by word: "Even if your good nephew dies, he must die in prison for me." ”

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