Nice To Meet You, Mr. Xiao

She stood there and looked at them, moved her lips, and said, "It's okay for all of you. From today on, you are not allowed to enter the forbidden area."

"But!" Han Changqing listened and obviously refused.

He wanted to save Xiao Mohan and find him! Even if you don't find anything, is it better than just sitting and waiting?

"He doesn't want you to die." Mrs. Xiao's voice said sonorously.

She turned around and walked toward the bedroom, her steps weighing a thousand pounds.

Mrs. Xiao has reached middle age. This blow is more painful than her death, but she cannot reveal it because she still has more things to do. If she is in trouble, what should the Xiao family do?

She opened the door and staggered in. Her graceful face suddenly lost color, as if she had aged a lot!

"Child." Mrs. Xiao walked to the bed, her voice choked, tears dripping down her cheeks, she reached out to hold Gu Chuyan, and whispered: "Mom thought that as long as everything was dealt with, she would be able to stay with you in the future. ”

"The child Mo Han has been separated from me since he was a child. I have not fulfilled my responsibilities as a mother to him. Fortunately, you are by his side. My mother thought that there would be a lot of time for you to accompany me."

Mrs. Xiao raised her head and looked out of the floor-to-ceiling window, as if she was remembering something.

The night is deep and long.

Gu Chuyan seemed to have had a nightmare all night. She turned her head and stood up suddenly, shouting: "Mo Han, Xiao Qi, no."

Hot sweat stained her hair, and Gu Chuyan sat beside the bed in a daze, looking at the person leaning against the bed.

She was wearing an elegant cheongsam and an elegant posture, but her handsome short hair was pale. Her skin, which was originally smooth, looked much older. The nails of the hands on the quilt were broken and blood condensed on the fingertips.

"Mother, mother." Gu Chuyan was frightened, her voice trembled, her hands tremblingly stretched out to touch Mrs. Xiao's head, but she did not dare to let go.

That lady who looked particularly young and well-maintained turned 20 years older overnight, and her hair was as pale as snow.

"Mother." Gu Chuyan reached out and hugged her. Mrs. Xiao moved, slowly looked up at her, and said softly: "My child, are you awake? If you don't feel well, tell mother."

Gu Chuyan's nose felt sore as she listened, and she rushed forward, hugged her tightly and shouted: "Mother, mother."

"Don't cry, mother is here." Mrs. Xiao whispered, raised her hand and patted Gu Chuyan's back, and whispered: "Mother is here."

With tears in her eyes, Gu Chuyan leaned on her shoulder and said, "Mother, what's wrong with you, mother."

She reached out to hold Mrs. Xiao and looked at her figure like a beauty stepping out of an ancient painting, her face with faint wrinkles and her pale hair.

"Fate is determined by God and not man. You promise mother that no matter what happens, you will be fine." Mrs. Xiao said softly, her voice was very soft, like the spring breeze blowing on her cheeks.

Gu Chuyan's eyes widened and tears rolled down her face.

She looked at Mrs. Xiao and instantly felt, this woman in front of her! It was so powerful that she could not imagine it. She was obviously overly sad, but yet calm and generous, as if she had seen through the world of mortals. There was no cry or scream of pain.

"Come, mother, look at your injury." Mrs. Xiao said, reaching out to change Gu Chuyan's dressing. Her movements were gentle, but her fingertips revealed her thoughts.

Her hands kept shaking, as if she was afraid that she would lose control and go crazy.

Gu Chuyan pursed her lips and looked at Mrs. Xiao. She was choked with sobs. She raised her head and blinked. The scene kept popping up in her mind. The moment Xiao Yiyan fell, Xiao Mohan turned around and hugged her!