Yuan Chengcheng, who originally had a serious face on the other end of the phone, was instantly amused by Su Xiaomi, "This is not a palace fight novel......

After speaking, she paused, "However, you said that this is a palace fight novel, and it's pretty much the same, but this one is more cruel than the novel." ”

Su Xiaomi snorted, "I'm still at Jiang Yinian's house now, so it's inconvenient to talk to you too much." ”

"Wait back, find a chance for me to tell you everything I know, and you also tell me everything you know, and we can almost guess it by integrating our resources."

At least, what Su Xiaomi can confirm now is that Bai Mu'er, who asked Mo Beixiao to divorce and marry her in the email, will definitely not be the real Mo Nansheng.

From when Mo Beixiao saw Mo Nansheng before, there was no joy in his eyes to see his relatives at all, and it can probably be deduced that the current Mo family's one is not the real Mo Nansheng.

If this Mo Nansheng who is staying in the Mo family now is Bai Mu'er......

Maybe Mo Beixiao's real sister really passed away, right?

Thinking of this, Su Mi couldn't help but feel sorry for Mo Beixiao in her heart again.

"Well, be careful."

"I found out that Bai Mu'er still has relatives in S City, and I'm on my way to her house."

Hanging up Yuan Chengcheng's phone, Su Xiaomi leaned back on the sofa and frowned fiercely.

In fact, Mo Beixiao and Yuan Chengcheng were right, this matter was indeed beyond the scope of her cognition.

She never thought that people who had been dead for ten years would come back, let alone that there was such a tortuous and bizarre relationship behind this.

Sitting on the sofa, Su Xiaomi waited for a long time and didn't see Jiang Yinian come back, she was not interested in Jiang Yinian's things, so she simply leaned on the sofa and fell asleep.

When she woke up again, it was already night, and she was lying in her bedroom.

As soon as she opened her eyes, it was the dim light and the familiar environment, Su Xiaomi frowned slightly, and supported the bed with her hands to get up.

But she forgot that her palms were full of deep needle eyes.

The moment the palms of her hands touched the surface of the bed, she instantly turned pale in pain and screamed.

A pair of big hands clasped her shoulders at the right time, "Forgot you are injured?" ”

The low and familiar voice behind him made Su Xiaomi realize that there was another person in the room.

She pursed her lips, "I really forgot ......"

Mo Beixiao sighed, picked up the pillow and leaned it against her, and glanced at her hand distressedly, "Does it still hurt?" ”

"Much better."

After the head of the bed was steady, Su Xiaomi glanced at him, "Your sister ......"

"She's not my sister."

Mo Beixiao sat on the edge of the bed and gently held Su Xiaomi's injured hands in the palms, "It's me who failed to take care of you." ”

This is the second time that Mo Beixiao has said that the woman is not his sister.

Su Mi licked her dry lips, "Then she is ......"

"Bai Mu'er."

Mo Beixiao's answer did not surprise Su Xiaomi.

When she hung up Yuan Chengcheng's phone before, she had already thought of this.

But Su Xiaomi still didn't understand, "Is there really two people who are so similar in this world?" ”

The Bai Mu'er who pretended to be Mo Nansheng was exactly the same as the one in the photo of Mo Nansheng when he was eighteen years old.

"In this world, maybe there really are two people who are so similar."

Mo Beixiao picked up the rice porridge on the side and blew it, "But the previous Bai Mu'er and my sister were just a little similar between their eyebrows and eyes." ”