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When I looked down, it was a text message.

He quickly opened it, and it turned out that it was still sent by Xiaofei.

It's just that the content of the information this time did not make Long Yutian's heart ripple like last night, but made his heart sink inexplicably.

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Caiyunxuan.

Old Lady Long personally sent Murong Wanwan back to the room, and urged Murong Wanwan to take a hot bath immediately, and then drank all the brown sugar ginger water boiled by Granny Su, and then said to Murong Wanwan: "Night girl, you go to sleep first, I'll go see Yiyi." ”

Murong Wanwan said gloomily: "Grandma, I'm not sleepy at all, I'll go with you to see Yiyi." ”

Hearing this, Old Lady Long didn't say anything more, nodded and said, "Okay then." ”

So, Murong Wanwan walked over and grabbed Mrs. Long, and the two went to Helan Yiyi's room together.

Before, Mrs. Long had already asked Granny Su, and learned that Helan Yiyi had also taken a hot bath and drank brown sugar ginger water, and now there is no big problem, but after hearing the news of Xiao Baobao's unfortunate death, her mood was a little low, and Mrs. Helan and Bao Jianxia have been with her.

At this point, it was already one o'clock in the morning.

In the entire Caiyun Xuan, the lights are still bright, and tonight is destined to be a sleepless night.

When Old Lady Long and Murong Wanwan slowly walked into Helan Yiyi's bedroom, they saw that on the carved wooden bed in the classical style opposite, Helan Yiyi was like a weak kitten, quietly curled up in the arms of Old Lady Helan, and there was no longer the previous flamboyance and domineering.

The old lady Helan had a heartache and pity on her face, hugging her beloved granddaughter tightly, like holding a little child, gently patting and coaxing in a low voice.

Bao Jianxia sat silently on a chair next to the bed, drooping her head, looking preoccupied, not knowing what she was thinking.

Hearing the movement, Old Madam Helan and Bao Jianxia turned around almost at the same time and looked towards the door of the bedroom.

Seeing Murong Wanwan walking in with Old Lady Long in her arms, Bao Jianxia hurriedly stood up and smiled at Old Lady Long, "Grandma Long, you haven't rested either." ”

Old Lady Long glanced at her, didn't speak, and her expression was a little cold in an instant.

Since she knew that this was the daughter of the Bao family, Mrs. Long had never taken care of this girl again.

For the Bao family, who almost became in-laws with the Long family, Mrs. Long has no good impression at all, the face of the pug in the family is boring to look at, if it weren't for the fact that Ah Yu was obsessed with the ghost and had to marry the stupid girl of the Bao family, how would she know that there is such a family in Kyoto?

Alas, fortunately, that stupid girl accidentally fell into the Lijiang River and drowned like this, otherwise, if you really ask that stupid girl to marry Ah Yu, she will have to die of anger......

It's just that, thinking back to the silly girl who was drowned back then, and then thinking of Xiao Baobao who fell into the lake and drowned not long ago, Mrs. Long couldn't help frowning, and a trace of uneasiness arose in her heart.

It's rare for Ah Yu to have a woman by his side, and the only two not only all died, but they both fell into the water and drowned, which is too coincidental, right?

The more I thought about it, the more I felt that there was something to say about it, and Mrs. Long decided that she would definitely invite Mr. Feng to come over another day, and give Ah Yu another test to see what was going on......

Speaking of Bao Jianxia, she had already seen that Old Lady Long didn't want to see her, so after being ignored by Old Lady Long, she didn't feel embarrassed, she only glanced at Murong Wanwan quietly, and then lowered her head and obediently stepped aside.

Seeing that she had come to the bedside, Mrs. Long temporarily retracted her mind, looked at Helan Yiyi, who was shrinking in the arms of Mrs. Helan with a somewhat sluggish expression, and then whispered to Mrs. Helan: "Yuening, how is Yiyi?" ”