My Youth Began With Him

In any case, Huo Mian could not think of seeing Lin Ya here.

Or to say - living Lin Ya.

At that moment, I only felt that her brain was short-circuited, and there was only that voice in her mind, which was constantly swirling.

Xiaomian, I am a mother, I am a mother...

Then Huo Mian may be too responsive, too intense, and he will faint in front of him...

Then she made a long dream.

In her dreams, she is still young, only five or six years old.

She is playing in a beautiful house, with a father and a mother.

"Sleep, I want my mother here..."

Xiaomian stumbled and finally rushed to the mother's arms.

Smell the unique warm taste, it is the taste of mother.

Then she looked up and looked at the face that was so delicate to the gods and gods...

Suddenly... the picture turned and turned into her own, or, it was Layla.

"Huo Mian, you finally fell into my hands..."

Subsequently, Huo Mian woke up from his dreams.

She was sweating and she looked around in horror.

I hope that this is the home of Nanshan Castle. I hope I can see my husband in a blink of an eye.

When I was at home, every time I had a nightmare, Qin Chu quickly woke up.

Then gently pat her back to appease her.

Holding her from behind, gave her a sense of security.

But here... actually still those **** white rooms.

It’s coming from the belly, the little guy’s violent movement...

Huo Ming subconsciously touched his stomach.

"Baby, don't be afraid... Mom is here... We have to work hard to escape, okay... We have to go back to peace and see Dad, my sisters..."

Hum sleep speaks to himself.

Then she turned to the ground.

Hearing the voice, the maid at the door came in.

"Sister Xiaomian, what is the need?"

The tone is polite, but the maid is always a poker face, with no expression.

Huo Mian even thinks that they are robots without feelings.

"The man, where, I want to see her."

"The Lord has already gone out, Miss Xiaomian fainted for a day and a night, and rested well."

"Going out? Where have you been?"

"do not know."

"Messiah?"

"The Messiah is resting, will you help her to come to her?"

"Forget it, let her rest."

Huo Mian knows that even if it is called Messiah, the result is the same. If she asks her, she will not say more.

"I am hungry and want to eat something."

"Well, Miss Xiaomian, what do you want to eat, we will be ready soon."

"I want to eat celery pork dumplings."

"what?"

The maid obviously felt that this thing was strange.

It is no wonder that they are all foreign girls, and they have heard such Chinese style.

"I want to eat dumplings." Huo Mian seems to be full of grievances, sitting in a chair, breathing in a big mouth.

She really wants to eat dumplings, she wants to eat dumplings made by her mother Yang.

I want to eat the black pepper pasta made by my husband.

I want to eat sweet and sour pork ribs and croquettes made by my mother-in-law.

I want to see puddings and puddings, her children, don't know how?

And Su Yu, in the explosion, what happened?

There is too much concern in her heart...

Huo Mian lowered her head and her tears fell...

She knows that the day is not a dream, the woman said that it is her mother, there must be a reason.

But she doesn't think it's that simple.

After all, there was a horror experience of Jingde’s resurrection of the dead. She had great suspicion about this self-proclaimed mother, Lin Ya.

late at night

GK Group Headquarters

Qin Chu worked overtime until nine o'clock, and slowly went downstairs.

Just just walked into the elevator... the lights in the elevator were all extinguished...

Then he felt... there was one more person in the elevator.