Special favorite: Hei Shaojiao's wife who dares to touch

Thick ivy climbs on the wooden fence. In the spacious courtyard, there are several big trees that can only be embraced by several people. There are carved benches and swings under the trees. Unknown flowers bloom in the corner of the garden. Son, swaying in the breeze, sending bursts of cold fragrance.Fiction Rankings
In such a fragrance, Mo Xiangwan let go of Kurosawa Yao's hand, and walked to the steps of the small building by himself like a ghost, and looked up in a daze at the one whose eyebrows and eyes were very similar to his own, less agile and more elegant woman.

As if looking at himself 20 years later, Mo Xiangwan's surprise was beyond words.

Although I have heard old master Zhou and Zhou Jing say that she looks like Ling Jiaye many times, it is not as shocking as seeing the real person at this moment.

The same blood in his bones was warm and swelled slightly, Mo Xiangwan seemed to be close to his hometown, seeing his biological mother was close at hand, but his feet seemed to have taken root on the ground. [

On the other hand, Ling Jiaye seemed to be shocked by the astonishing similarity between Mo Xiangwan and himself.

She had received a message from City B before, saying that Mo Xiangwan and Hei Zeyao came over today, and she prepared with all her heart. Although she didn't mention her bewilderment to Wen Ji'an, she repeatedly picked and picked food when preparing food. And the hesitant attitude speaks of her nervousness.

After 23 years, the child who cried almost to death in her infancy has grown into a slim woman and even the mother of a five-year-old child.

Ling Jiaye missed the years of raising Mo Xiangwan and the years of her growing up, not without regret or guilt.

Now seeing this child's eyebrows and eyes that are exactly the same as his own, Ling Jiaye's eyelashes moved slightly, and tears rolled down like broken beads.

Wen Ji'an threw away the reins of the horse, and went to embrace Ling Jiaye's shoulders, obviously complaining but with a hint of distressed reproach, "Look at you, why are you crying? I haven't seen you all these years, can't this meeting be okay?" Let the tears blur my eyes!"

The man gently wiped away the tears from the corners of Ling Jiaye's eyes, and shouted at Mo Xiangwan and Kurosawa Yao, "Why are you still standing there? It's so cold outside! Come in, everyone come in."

Kurosawa stepped forward, took Mo Xiangwan's hand again, and said in a low voice, "I was afraid that I would drag you in, but I ran to the door by myself, but I was too embarrassed to lift my foot?"

Mo Xiangwan's nose was sour, and he muttered softly, "That's not it!"

She raised her eyes to look at Ling Jiaye, and asked Kurosawa Yao in a low voice, "Did you see it too? She really looks like me!"

Kurosawa deliberately put on a straight face and scolded the little girl, "Why is she not her, she is your mother."

Mo Xiangwan explained, "I'm a little embarrassed at the moment, so I'm embarrassed to call out."

Kurosawa smiled understandingly, and led Mo Xiangwan in.

When Ling Jiaye was brought into the house by Wen Ji'an, he remembered that the vegetable soup on the stove had been left to turn off, and hurried into the kitchen.

Kurosawa and Mo Xiangwan sat down by the fireplace. Kurosawa helped Mo Xiangwan take off the tightly wrapped scarf and gloves. After sitting for a while, he saw the hot fire, and finally made Mo Xiangwan pale. There was a tinge of blood on his face.

Wen Ji'an poured tea for Heizeyao and Mo Xiangwan, and wanted to help in the kitchen, but Ling Jiaye hustled him out, so he also sat by the fireplace and chatted with Heizeyao.

Mo Xiangwan nestled on the comfortable sofa, holding a warm cup, his body gradually warmed up. When he was bored for a while, he looked around Ling Jiaye and Wen Ji'an's house.