Nice To Meet You, Mr. Xiao

Han Changqing opened his mouth wide, looked at Xiao Mohan, stepped forward respectfully, and said in a deep voice, "Master, the weather is fine, would you like a drink?"

"En." Xiao Mohan responded, turned and walked towards the wine cellar.

Han Changqing raised his long legs and strode behind him.

"Mother, mother, look here."

"Haha, mother, come here."

Hearing Gu Chuyan's voice vaguely, her laughter was clear and sweet in the wind.

Xiao Mohan couldn't help but stop, turned his head to look in that direction, and vaguely saw two figures, walking in the peach forest, walking towards Tan Huayuan.

"Master." Han Changqing followed his line of sight and said in a low voice, "Madam's illness is still under control."

"En." Xiao Mohan frowned, obviously very sad about this matter.

Because the drug has been injected into her nerves for more than ten years, it has been fused with her nerves and blood, so it can be said that there is no cure.

In the past two days, the housekeeper took Wenjia's medicine and injected her regularly every day to keep her awake.

But it is impossible to rely on injection for a long time.

"Madam seems to like sister-in-law very much. I didn't expect that after so many years, my conjecture has been verified. Madam is really not dead." Han Changqing said in a low voice.

Back then, Xiao Mohan saw her commit suicide with his own eyes. Although blood flowed like rivers, the scene was chaotic.

When Xiao Nan regained consciousness and came to rescue Xiao Mohan, Mrs. Xiao's body had disappeared, and she had to be suspicious.

In order to save Xiao Mohan, his father died and his mother committed suicide at that time! It caused him to be autistic. Thinking about it now, the past is still vivid.

"Son, come here."

Through the wind, I vaguely heard Mrs. Xiao's voice, her voice was soft and sweet, calling Gu Chuyan a "child" from time to time, her voice was extremely doting.

"Hehe." The corner of Xiao Mohan's mouth raised a smile, his footsteps were like the wind, and he was in an extremely good mood, walking towards the wine cellar with Han Changqing.

Mrs. Xiao led her around in this half circle, lying on the ground and dozing off from exhaustion.

Leaning on Mrs. Xiao's leg, she whispered, "Mother, you must come back to City S with us."

Hearing her words, Mrs. Xiao's eyes flickered, and she reached out to touch her head. Seeing Gu Chuyan falling asleep, Mrs. Xiao reached out, pulled out the hairpin from her hair, and inserted it into her hair.

"Mother can't go anymore, you and Mo Han are fine." She said in a low voice, fixed her eyes on Gu Chuyan's abdomen, stretched out her hand to stroke it gently, and said, "The grandson should also be fine."

The breeze blows, and the petals stick to her black hair.

When Gu Chuyan woke up, she was already lying on the bed. When she turned over, she saw the familiar bedroom, as if she was in a dream.

"Mother." Gu Chuyan sat up and saw Xiao Mohan sitting on the sofa, busy with business.

She threw off the quilt and got out of bed and walked towards him.

"Mo Han, what's the matter with us, where's mother?" Gu Chuyan asked anxiously.

Xiao Mohan closed the computer, stretched out his hand to pull her onto his lap and sat down, and said in a low voice: "The Xiao family is too cold, I'm afraid you won't be able to take it."

While she was sleeping soundly, he brought her back to S city.

"Where's mother?" Gu Chuyan grabbed his arm, not sure if it was reality or a dream.

She felt that what she said to Mrs. Xiao was like a dream.

"She, I can't come." Xiao Mohan's voice suddenly became very low, and an unfathomable meaning appeared in his eyes. Looking into her eyes, he said, "There will be a chance."

Looking at her puzzled eyes, Xiao Mohan reached out and tapped her nose.

"She said that she was afraid that she would hurt you." Xiao Mohan cherished the words like gold, but made the point.

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