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Jian Junxi: "......"

"Got it, Dad, my mom she...... Do you know what you said yesterday? Jian Junxi changed the subject.

Yang Hui glanced at the broken crystal on the ground, his face was helpless, and he said lightly: "When did she make a spiritual position for your mother?" I say...... I only found out last night, can you believe it? ”

When Jian Junxi heard this, he was like a deflated ball, his eyes faded, and only a piece of sadness remained.

In a hoarse and decadent tone, he said, "I think...... There's a lot she hasn't told me, but ...... I didn't dare to ask......"

Yang Hui looked at her disappointed appearance, and a touch of distress passed through her dark eyes.

After being silent for a moment, she spoke softly: "If she doesn't want to say, it's useless to ask, especially with her current condition, she can't ask, you still don't think about those things, think about how to appease that girl first!" ”

Jian Junxi then remembered Mo Ranyue, his expression was painful, his mind was blank, and there were only three words left floating, what should I do?

"Buckle ......" There was an urgent knock on the door, causing the two of them to turn their heads at the same time.

"Sir, young master...... Madame is awake......" Abu shouted anxiously as he pushed the door open.

When Jian Junxi heard this, she was about to go out immediately, Yang Hui grabbed her and said urgently: "Don't go yet, I don't know if she remembers what happened last night?" Let me ask ...... first."

Jian Junxi nodded silently, looking at their anxious backs, she sighed, put her hands in the pockets of her trousers, and walked slowly to the window.

Staring at the broken crystals on the ground, and looking up at the clear blue sky, his dark eyes were full of confusion......

Wan Ting Villa

Nangong Jing sat on the sofa in the living room, with white and slender hands, flipping through today's morning newspaper, pulling the corners of his mouth contemptuously, and when he saw them coming down from upstairs, a touch of treachery flashed under his dark eyes, and he handed the tablet to Jiang Heng.

Ouyang Yi slowly walked down from the upstairs with Mo Ranyue in her arms, and when she saw Nangong Jing, her face changed suddenly, even if she knew her, she was still very scared, and her little hands were tightly gripping Ouyang Yi's clothes.

Ouyang Yi frowned, and explained lightly: "He won't hurt you, he just has something to talk to you about." ”

"Junxi...... He...... When will he come? Mo Zhanyue opened her mouth tremblingly, her empty gaze hinting at fear.

"I don't know, he didn't say ......" As soon as Ouyang Yi's words fell, he saw her tears and burst out of her eyes.

"Don't cry, you don't know that he's busy, his assistant happened to have an accident, and he is still unconscious in the hospital, you can't let him revolve around you all day long, right, you think his money is blowing in the wind?"

Ouyang Yi's tone was slightly impatient, and he was inexplicably irritated when he saw her crying.

Mo Ranyue pursed her mouth aggrievedly, sniffed, and wiped the tears on her face.

Ouyang Yi glanced at Nangong Jing, and saw that his face was as black as the bottom of a pot, and the cold air was pressing, he pursed his lips and sat down on the sofa opposite him with Mo Ranyue in his arms.

Jiang Heng walked up to them expressionlessly, handed over the two contracts, and said in a rigid tone: "Miss Mo, this contract, after reading the terms clearly, please sign it!" ”

Ouyang Yi took it suspiciously, handed one to Mo Ranyue, lowered his eyes, and the more he looked at it, the paler his face became, his pupils widened in shock, and his Adam's apple slid unconsciously.

After Mo Ranyue finished reading it, the blood on her face faded, she clutched the contract tightly and burst into tears, and muttered with a painful face: "I don't want ...... I don't want ...... I want to see him......"

(End of chapter)