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Such a soft and delicate touch softened Mo Xiangwan's whole body. He picked up the child and planned to take the child to find his mother. www>

The surrounding fog thickened more and more, and every time Mo Xiangwan took a step forward, the road behind him turned into nothingness.

The child in his arms grabbed Mo Xiangwan's skirt and kept yelling "Ma Ma", "Ma Ma"...

Mo Xiangwan comforted, "Mom will be found soon!"

The dense fog finally swallowed Mo Xiangwan completely, and Mo Xiangwan hugged the child tightly in his arms in fear. [

Just when she was standing in the thick fog at a loss, she suddenly remembered why this child's face was so familiar.

This child has eyes and nose like Kurosawa Yao, lips and face shape like himself!

God!

Mo Xiangwan suddenly remembered that besides Hei Jingsu, she and Hei Jingsu had another child!

The child keeps calling mom, but he is actually calling her!

Mo Xiangwan was so excited that he lowered his head to look at the child, only to find that his arms were empty at some point, and there was no child there!

"Baby...baby—" Mo Xiangwan shouted anxiously in the thick fog, "baby...where are you?"

There was silence in the dream, except for the fog, there was only the echo of Mo Xiangwan.

"Baby—" When Mo Xiangwan tried to shout again, she was suddenly shaken and freed from the thick fog.

What catches the eye is the gorgeous and complicated crystal chandeliers, the resplendent European-style wallpaper...

Mo Xiangwan blinked his eyes, his eyes gradually fell, and he saw the aristocratic oil painting of knights on the wall, the rococo sofa and the thick cashmere carpet on the floor.

She was lying on the romantic big bed with silky luster hanging from her bed, all she saw was extremely luxurious decorations and furniture with a strong aristocratic court color, she thought she was still in a dream and never woke up .

While in a daze, the white door carved with exquisite patterns was pushed open. Mo Xiangwan looked at the woman holding the tray and was so shocked that he couldn't speak.

A beautiful and hot woman walked in with her waist swaying, put the warm milk aside, and said with a smile, "What? You don't know me anymore?"

Mo Xiangwan stayed for a long time before he recovered his voice, and asked with an unbelievable expression, "Sister Jian Huan? Why are you here?"

Jian Huan blinked slyly, "It's not why I'm here, but... this is my home!"

"Ah?" Mo Xiangwan's mind was dull for a moment, and then he suddenly remembered.

Didn't she go to Ou Jingyu?How could it appear in this luxurious bedroom?

She closed her eyes, and suddenly thought of the moment when she stumbled and fell. [

Hiss... She took a deep breath, and it seemed that when she turned over and rolled down the stairs, the severe pain in her stomach had not dissipated until now.

Her slender hands grabbed the sheet beneath her and twisted it into flowers.

"What's the matter? Will you feel uncomfortable?" Seeing that Mo Xiangwan's expression was not good, Jian Huan hurriedly asked.

Mo Xiangwan remembered his chaotic dream, and suddenly retracted his hand into the light quilt on his body, and touched his lower abdomen.

Flat stomach, nothing seems to have happened.

Mo Xiangwan panicked for no reason, she hurriedly asked Jian Huan, "Sister Jian Huan, my child, how is my child?"

When Jian Huan heard this, he quickly avoided Mo Xiangwan.

Mo Xiangwan looked at Jian Huan's evasive eyes, and he already guessed the full extent in his heart. The whole person seemed to be drained of all his strength, lying heavily on the soft big bed.