"My husband also has insomnia, which is also left over from a serious injury he sustained five years ago. For three or four days a week, he couldn't sleep at night, and he had to rely on medication. ”

Yes, it's indeed a sick seedling.

Just as Mo Xian was about to continue walking, he inadvertently glanced at him, and his eyes were caught by a painting on the wall.

She paused, hurriedly walked three or five steps in the direction of the oil painting, walked to the wall and looked up at the painting above.

In winter, on the streets of Broadway in New York, a girl is admiring the snow.

She wears a red suit and a red velvet hat. Her right hand was raised in the air, and the sleeves of her dress curled up as she raised her arm.

So a small section of the white wrist was exposed.

At the ankle of the wrist, there is a small, red mole.

Mo Xian's face twitched, and he subconsciously held his right wrist with his left hand to cover the red mole at the ankle joint of his right wrist.

"What's wrong with you, ma'am?" Aunt Tang walked over.

Mo Xian turned his head to look at her, "The girl's clothes are red, could it be that when Mr. Yu was painting, the red paint accidentally fell on her wrist?" ”

Mo Xian didn't say that Aunt Tang didn't notice that there was a red mole on the girl's wrist in this painting. The woman looked left and right a few times, "Probably not, the volleyball player next to me also has one on his wrist." ”

As she spoke, Aunt Tang reached out to pull Mo Xian's hand.

The girl was defenseless for a while, and her right hand was pulled away by her.

Seeing the red mole on the girl's wrist, Aunt Tang's eyes lit up.

"Madam, you are the one who drew the sir! The fortune teller is really accurate, you are a good match for Mr., Mr.'s wedding is approaching, the Tang family will soon have a happy event, and Mrs. Tang will soon hold her great-grandson! ”

Mo Xian was stunned: "......"

She had heard that if she walked too much at night, she would encounter ghosts, but such a mysterious thing suddenly befell her, and she was in a trance.

"Aunt Tang." Mo Xian held her hand, "Which fortune teller is it?" Can you tell me? I, I want to give my mom a math to see when my mom will be cured. ”

"I don't know."

She really didn't know.

This afternoon, when the husband told her that his wife was going to live in the garden, he said that a fortune teller had calculated that Miss Mo was the wife. He also said that all the arrangements in Jingyuan were according to Miss Mo's preferences, and they were all calculated by the fortune teller.

As for who this fortune teller was, the husband did not tell her, and she did not know.

After this experience in the corridor, Mo Xian was completely immersed in his own world. Every time she walked through the garden, she was immersed in it. The layout of the master bedroom, the clothes and jewellery in the cloakroom, the curtains on the windows, and even the color of the candy wrappers in the drawers......

Both, yes, she, rejoicing, rejoicing,

She has no time to visit the scenery of the garden, she only feels fantastic.

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Half an hour later, Aunt Tang took Mo Xian into the house from the backyard.

"Ma'am, sir is back."

While hearing Aunt Tang's words, Mo Xian raised his eyes. With the movement of raising his eyes, the figure of the man in his sight pretended to come in without warning.

Yu Shen sat on the sofa, and the radio next to him played the financial news broadcast of the capital.

He was wearing a blue and white plaid shirt, and because he was at home, the top button of the shirt was unbuttoned twice. The person leaned on the sofa, revealing a bit of laziness in his nobility.

Perhaps because of the layout of the villa girl, he sat there reading a magazine, and his demeanor was very soft, far softer than when he had seen him in the Bird's Nest gymnasium last night.