After eating out with Concubine Yao and watching a movie, Yuan Mengshu took a taxi back inside.

When she got home, Sister Huang hadn't slept yet, she glanced upstairs and asked Sister Huang, "Is the eldest young master better?" ”

Sister Huang shook her head: "I haven't come out or spoken." ”

"Did you have dinner then?"

"Eat, I should have fallen asleep by this time." Sister Huang looked at the shopping bag in Yuan Mengshu's hand and said with a smile: "The clothes were bought?" ”

"Well, I bought several sets." Yuan Mengshu handed the bag of one of the men's brands to Sister Huang: "By the way, I bought a shirt for the eldest young master, I don't know if it's suitable, please ask Sister Huang to help me get it to him." ”

Sister Huang took the bag, took the shirt out of the bag, looked at it, and nodded: "This size is just right for the eldest young master, the eldest young master should like it." ”

Yuan Mengshu nodded, smiled at her and said goodbye: "Sister Huang, then I'll go up and rest first." ”

"Go ahead." Sister Huang folded her shirt and put it back in the bag, and watched her go upstairs.

At night, Yi Muchen dreamed of such a scene again.

In a large and bright suite, men's and women's clothes were scattered on the floor, and the naked/naked bodies on the snow-white sheets hugged each other.

He rushed forward excitedly, pulled the woman on the bed out of the man's arms, and threw her to the ground.

The woman turned around and yelled hysterically at him: Teacher! I don't love you anymore, I don't love you anymore......!

The woman's voice is sharp and firm, ruthless and cruel.

He tried hard to see her face, but he couldn't see it clearly, as if there was a white veil in between.

But her voice ...... But it's so familiar.

He broke down and ran out of the suite, out of the hotel, and as he crossed the street, there was a screeching sound of brakes in his ears, and he was knocked out .......

Yi Muchen woke up from his sleep in an instant, the pillow was already wet, and when he touched his forehead, it was full of cold sweat .......

It's this damn dream again, this nightmare that has haunted him for three whole years!

He gasped and sat up from the bed, and when his breath had calmed down, he got out of bed in black, came to the door, opened the door and walked out.

He fumbled his way to the door of Yuan Mengshu's bedroom, pushed the door and walked in.

Over the years, he has intermittently known the love and hate between himself and Su Yitong from his mother's mouth, and he has always thought that the heroine in this dream is Su Yitong, but since the appearance of Yuan Mengshu, he began to suspect that he was wrong.

The woman in the dream couldn't see her face clearly, but her voice was very clear, unlike Su Yitong's voice, but similar to Yuan Mengshu's voice.

The first time he heard her voice in the car, didn't he already know it?

In her sleep, Yuan Mengshu felt like she was being held into a warm embrace, and she smelled the familiar breath again, the masculine aura that fascinated her.

She smiled contentedly, and squeezed into his arms like a kitten, her slender arms around his waist.

Warm embrace, familiar breath.

That night, she slept soundly.

When I woke up the next day, the pillow of Yuan Mengshu was still empty.

She sat on the bed with her head tilted, did she have another spring dream last night? Why did she dream that she and Shen Han were sleeping hugging each other?

She shook her head and got out of bed to change her clothes for work. But when she got out of bed, her hands pressed against a small hard object, she lowered her head and moved her palm away, and found that it was a black button.