My Little Mom Is The Richest Man

Xue Ren Lexing followed Feng Xueyang's gaze, but saw that Mingyue Jun, who had been sleeping sweetly, was wrinkled for some reason, and his small face was pale and panting violently, seemingly very painful, so he wiped his nose and asked: " What's wrong with her? Going crazy?"

"What nonsense? She's just having a nightmare!" Angrily glared at Xue Yuan Lexing, Feng Xueyang hurried forward to hug Mingyue Jun in the nightmare.

"Hey! What are you doing?" Xue Le Xing grabbed Feng Xueyang. "You and I are still invisible now! Don't be afraid that she will be scared when she wakes up!" When she spoke, she saw Mingyue Jun, who had closed his eyes suddenly open. He opened his eyes, rolled over and sat up, curled up on the bed and sobbed.

Just those eyes? What exactly does a person have to experience to have such a pair of eyes? Empty, sad, miserable, desperate...

"Yeah! What kind of dream made her so sad?" The thick question was filled with strong reluctance.

"Is there anything wrong? Are you eavesdropping on my heart without my consent?" Xue Le Xing asked Feng Xueyang angrily.

"..."

Seeing Feng Xueyang didn't answer himself, but secretly induced his psychology, but there was no response at all, only deep pain was left. Ugh! Helpless... Helpless! Xueliang Lexing sighed involuntarily, nothing more! I must have owed him in my previous life. Just as Xuelang Lexing was very emotional for his last life, Mingyue Jun on the bed was moving again.

"Don't be afraid... It's just a dream... It's not real... It's not real..." Mingyue Jun murmured comforting himself while holding his body in both hands. After a while, he finally calmed down, wiped away the tears on his face very skillfully, got out of bed to check the clothes that had just been changed, and found that it was still not dry, so he looked around reluctantly.

It was too chaotic before, and finally came here along the scent of the water, but when I went ashore, I was so cold as to die, so I stumbled all the way and unknowingly came here to find a palace outfit to change. Thinking of the humanoid Hei Mist's heart still panicked, he kept trembling to be careful that it would chase him, and couldn't take a closer look at the surroundings, but fell asleep somehow. Now that people were awakened from the dream, they have finally calmed down, so many questions naturally popped up in their heads:

First of all, what is the humanoid black mist? Why chase yourself? Was he unlucky enough to hit the muzzle of the gun, or was his target just himself? Ugh! This question has no clue at all, and I think it's vain to think about it, nothing more! Thinking about the next one, I looked up at this room. Although it was not gorgeous, it was elegant and chic. All the furnishings seemed simple, but they were very particular when it looked closely. In other words, this is Ziwei Lanyuan, so the owner should be the third highness, but according to the layout of the house, it should be a female boudoir. The last time I came here, I was confused and rushed, and I haven't looked at it carefully. What kind of people live here? Will it be pure water? Thinking of standing in the house she used to live at this moment, wearing the clothes she wore, I can’t tell the awkwardness...

Looking back, I saw a picture on the wall that seemed to be unfinished, "Mountains have trees and trees have branches." The sentence was the last sentence that Qing Ruoshui left to him five years ago before leaving the palace and before he died. I still remember Feng Xueyang also asked himself a question at that time:

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