After setting up a stall on Tianqiao, the metaphysics boss made her money like crazy

Chapter 78 The Haunted House 15
"not enough……"

how enough.

How can such years of debt be possible.

Yan Qing looked at Yun Xiaoxiao, and found that the resentment on her body was getting heavier and heavier.

She knew in her heart that what Yun Xiaoxiao was asking for was nothing more than the two, that part of the compensation would go to Yun's parents, and stop spending on herself and her three children.

But until now, after being criticized by netizens, all Mo Weiliang thought of was to post chat screenshots and so-called picture evidence to prove his concern for Yun Xiaoxiao's parents.

But the huge amount of compensation, but never thought of giving some to the past.

Yan Qing is really not good at comforting people, so he could only hold back a sentence for a while, "Time will change everything."

Yun Xiaoxiao pulled his lips and smiled bitterly, "I hope."

She can only wait.

Wait for Mo Weiliang's conscience to find out, even though she feels that she can't wait anymore.

That night, Mo Weiliang had a nightmare. She dreamed that Yun Xiaoxiao, who was burned to death, came to find her with her three children...

They were burnt to the point where there was no good meat all over their bodies. One called her husband, and the three called her father.

He kept backing and running, and the four of them kept chasing him.

The child chased and asked himself if he didn't want them anymore, why he only liked his sister and didn't like them.

Yun Xiaoxiao cried and asked herself why she refused to distribute the compensation to her parents. The tears shed were all blood.

She rushed towards herself, and she looked extremely terrifying, as if she was going to drag herself to be buried with her!

I ran away desperately, but I couldn't run no matter what, I felt like my feet were filled with lead... I could only watch helplessly as the other party caught up with me.

Mo Weiliang woke up from the nightmare, breaking out in a cold sweat,
He turned over and got out of bed, pushed open the door of his daughter's room, saw that her daughter was still asleep, and covered the kicked quilt back.

Looking at his daughter, he felt at ease.

"Fortunately, Dad still has you."

For some reason, the daughter suddenly woke up from a dream, looked at Mo Weiliang, cried, and threw herself into Mo Weiliang's arms, "Dad, I'm so scared."

Inexplicably patted her on the back lightly, "What's wrong with Xuanxuan? Are you having a nightmare?"

Xuanxuan's eyes were red from crying, "There are some ugly and scary people chasing Xuanxuan, saying they want Xuanxuan to go with them, Xuanxuan is really afraid of them!"

As he spoke, he cried even more fiercely, and his whole face was buried in Mo Weiliang's arms.

Mo Weiliang's face changed, could it be that they really found it?
The next day, Mo Weiliang sent a message to a phone call, and it took almost an hour before he received a reply.

The other party replied to him: The formation has been broken, so please yourself.

Mo Weiliang had a dark face all day long, restless, restless, and stopped going out.

Whenever his wife and children made too much noise, he would be furious.

In just two days, there were several quarrels.

The woman packed her luggage and wanted to leave, but he didn't stop her, but he didn't take the child away.

The woman was so angry that she could only stay and suffer for the sake of the child.

In the next few days, I had nightmares almost every day. Mo Weiliang and the child never slept well.

At the same time, the reporter broke the news on the Internet with a small account on Weibo, and told about his press release. He also said that Mo Weiliang actually has two children, and he posted a lot of what Yun Xiaoxiao said. on the web.

But not long after the Weibo was posted, less than three hours later, it was deleted by Harmony, and the reason stated that it violated the rules.

But he knew in his heart that he sneered, what a violation, I'm afraid it wasn't a violation of Mo's rules.

If you are rich, you can do anything.

Ten days later, Mo Weiliang's reputation on the Internet sank to the bottom, he was like a mouse crossing the street, everyone shouted and scolded him.

Under pressure, he could only issue a statement on the Internet, saying that he would entrust a lawyer to forward the public announcements about his non-personal morality to the public one by one, and ask everyone to supervise.

I'm not that good, and I'm really not that bad.

He also said that after this incident is dealt with, he will leave the public eye and let everything return to calm.

Some people on the Internet claimed that Mo Weiliang paid a sum of compensation to Yun's parents in private.

No one knew whether the Yun family's parents really got the money in the end.

It's all spread on the Internet, whether it is true or not, there is no way to verify it.

The turmoil on the Internet has finally calmed down, maybe there is a bigger melon, so no more people pay attention to what is not good.

When Chinese New Year was approaching, Mo Weiliang went to the cemetery alone with flowers and placed them in front of the tombstone.

"Smile, I have my own new life now. In the past, I was sorry for you, but my child is still young..."

"There is nothing wrong with Yin'er. After you left, she has been taking care of me and comforting me...don't blame her."

"I will help take care of my parents, and I won't wrong them. You and the child can go to reincarnation with peace of mind."

"Smile, please forgive me...I want to live too..."

Mo Weiliang's voice was choked with sobs, while coughing, his face was a little pale.

He wiped his tears with the back of his hand, "In this life, I am sorry for you. In the next life, I will make it up to you even if I am a cow or a horse in the next life."

What Mo Weiliang didn't know was that Yun Xiaoxiao and the three children stood beside him and watched the farce from beginning to end.

Yun Xiaoxiao couldn't cry anymore, her eyes were full of sarcasm, Mo Weiliang's bouquet of flowers hurt her eyes.

The little girl next to her asked her mother puzzled, "Mom, why is Dad crying?"

The two little boys next to them looked at their mother in confusion. They hadn't seen their father for a long time. Why did their father say that they were sorry?
Yun Xiaoxiao patted the child's head comfortingly, looking at her innocent eyes, "He is not your father anymore."

Not now, and in the next life, it will never be again.

If she was a human again, she only hoped that she would never meet someone like Mo Weiliang again.

The eyes of the three children were blank. Although they didn't understand, it didn't matter anymore.

The four figures gradually dispersed.

A sudden snowfall seemed to cast a layer of hoarfrost on the cemetery.

Holding a black umbrella, Yan Qing stepped into the cemetery, just in time to pass by Mo Weiliang who was leaving in a hurry.

At that moment, she felt an evil spirit... coming from Mo Weiliang.

It was probably because the formation was broken by him, and the backlash hit him.

Unjust is doomed to destruction.

When she came to Yun Xiaoxiao's tombstone, she put the paper flowers in her hand in front of the monument, looked at the bouquet of flowers next to her, and said in a deep voice, "You are allergic to pollen, so I won't send you flowers..."

"May you be happy and healthy in the next life, with clear eyes."

The snow is heavy, and the first snow in winter is so heavy that it buries a lot of dirt and forgets a lot of things.

Because the New Year is coming, whether it is online or in reality, there are fireworks everywhere.

The Internet may really have no memory, but people will always remember.

...

Yan Qing held an umbrella and waited for the bus at the bus stop.

The people around were all holding umbrellas, but there was only one figure sitting quietly on a stool at the bus stop.

The middle-aged woman was wearing a red top and black trousers. The clothes were thin, but she didn't seem to be afraid of the cold.

No one around seems to see her...

However, Yan Qing saw that the woman's face was covered with wounds and blood stains from the heavy object.

(End of this chapter)