The rich and powerful: the first lady of Mo Shao

Chapter 85

Thinking of the scene when Mo Qing scolded her in front of Qin Xiaonuo in the morning, Leng Yan always felt very sad. The sad thing was that Mo Qing was so aggressive in front of others, and that other person was still jealous of Mo Qing. girl.

She shouldn't be sad... She shouldn't... Who is Mo Qing to him!She wants to be sad?

Mo Qing can control her life, but her heart cannot be controlled by him, and she cannot sink like this.

Why is she so useless, Mo Qing hurt her time and time again, dragging her body and soul into the boundless darkness, like a drowning person, she kept sinking, sinking, sinking again, but died no.

After waking up, she wanted to grit her teeth and be filled with righteous indignation, but found that this was just a cover-up, and she couldn't hate him at all, she couldn't hate him at all.

She doesn't hate Mo Qing, but Mo Qing seems to hate her very much. The reason for this is unknown to the hated person, so she often panics.

Now she is a little panicked again. She always feels that Mo Qing has been acting weird recently, as if Mo Qing suddenly appeared out of nowhere at noon. She didn't notice it at all, or did she go back to sleep too dead in the morning?

No... She seemed to be a little aware of it. She heard a voice coming from the study, and she went to check it out, but found nothing.

study?Leng Yan stood up from the chair, walked out of the bedroom, glanced at the half-open study door beside him, and wanted to go in to find out the secret.

On the desk was a copy of "Isolated Country" edited by Johann Heinrich von Duenen. After turning over a few pages, it was full of boring economic theories, which her brain could not digest at all.

Listening to the name is quite artistic, and the isolation fits Mo Qing's temperament very well!Even though she and Mo Qing live under the same roof now, she feels coldly that they are always like people from two worlds, probably there are not many people in the same world as Mo Qing!

The books that this guy read were indeed with strange names. Except for "Sun Tzu's Art of War", she could barely read two pages in the front rows of bookshelves, and the other books were completely beyond the scope of her IQ.

This is the difference between liberal arts students and science students!She can write a sour prose, but she can't write a logical paper. Fortunately, the papers of the Conservatory of Music are more unconstrained.

Leng Yan walked towards the last row of the bookshelf. There were some foreign novels there. There was a corner of the book that she stuffed in the outermost layer of the bookshelf before. The book was stuffed too hastily last time, so Mo Qing probably didn't notice it!
She stretched out her hand to push in, but just as she pushed in, the bookshelf retreated more than a meter, revealing a room without a door.

God!This kind of mysterious mechanism that appeared in the TV series was unexpectedly discovered by myself. It really is that the old house has many secrets!Then, her perplexing problem can be easily solved, and Mo Qing should stay in this dark place in the morning!

Leng Yan bravely walked in, and the first thing that caught his eye was a large pear wood bed with a roll-up roof and steps underneath, at first glance, it looked a bit like a coffin.

Next to the bed is a piece of furniture that resembles a bookshelf, but the layers inside are stepped, which is a bit weird, and there are some pens, ink, papers and inkstones on it.Next to it is a long desk for writing and a simple wooden chair.

Leng Yan walked over, and saw a piece of white rice paper written: The body is dead, the spirit is alive.

This sentence sounds a bit like Chu Ci, which is death and god. Although she is a liberal arts student, she couldn't understand it for a while.

There was an inkstone next to it, and Leng Yan picked it up and observed it. She couldn't understand whether it was good or bad, but she found that a corner was missing.

I accidentally glanced at the corner of the table, and the broken piece was still on the ground, so the sound made at noon, similar to a stone, should be the sound of the inkstone falling to the ground!
Putting the inkstone in its original position, Leng Yan turned his lower body sideways, and then... "Ah—" Leng Yan screamed, and quickly covered his mouth tightly.Two black and white photo frames leaned against the square high table, one was a stern and majestic middle-aged man, the other was indeed a smiling young girl.

There was an incense burner in front of the picture frame, and beside it lay a few candles and a box of matches.

Leng Yan was so frightened that his legs trembled. The specifications of this photo frame looked like a posthumous photo. This dark room was actually used for sacrifices? !

The light in the room is too dark, the windows are high and small, and the light from above can only slightly illuminate the environment around the small square table.

Leng Yan moved closer to the table, and the blurred face on the photo frame gradually became clear. The middle-aged man was a little familiar... Leng Yan remembered that when he was studying a few years ago, he happened to meet him outside the gate of Mo's house. Uncle Chen It seems to call him Master Mo. At that time, Mo Qing was called Young Master Mo, which was completely old-fashioned, but later changed to Mr. Mo.

From this point of view, this middle-aged man should be Mo Qing's father!
She moved her gaze again and looked at the photo frame of the young girl next to her. She had big clear eyes, a gentle smile, and pink cheeks. She was wearing a student-style dress with a bow-knot neckline, much like the delicate Barbie doll in the window.

Barbie doll?This is the second time she has described a girl like this. The first time was... the day when my brother came back for the last time... that day, he brought a girl, beautiful and gentle, with very attractive eyes.

Leng Yan's big clear eyes slowly emerged in his mind, and at the same time, he looked at the photo in front of him through his memories, as if... as if... alone?

The girl my brother brought back turned out to be her on the photo frame in the Mo house?

It's just... It's just too shocking!Leng Yan stood in place for a full 3 minutes, his brain couldn't react for a while, and he completely lost his ability to analyze.

Of course, even if she wasn't in a daze, she still couldn't analyze what happened. What she was sure of was that the girlfriend her brother brought back died.

Does brother know?What is the relationship between this girl and Mo Qing?Is the brother's disappearance related to this girl?Or something to do with the girl's death?
Leng Yan didn't dare to think about it, the more he thought about it, the more hopeless he was, the hopelessness of not being able to guess the answer.

This place is so cold, Leng Yan felt that her hair was straightened up, as if she was in an ice cellar, and the girl's smile in the photo seemed to be alive, as if the corners of her mouth were pressed a little deeper, maybe it was her hallucination.

She couldn't stay any longer, and she would lose her mind if she stayed any longer. She hurriedly walked out to the last row of bookshelves, pulled out the books in the last row of bookshelves, felt a raised switch, and pressed it. , the bookshelf moved forward, and the dark room slowly closed.

When Mo Qing came back at night, Leng Yan was taking a shower in the bathroom. She had been hiding in the bathroom for more than two hours, and her whole body was a little red from the water, but she still felt cold, a coldness that spread from the bottom of her heart and could not be covered. .

(End of this chapter)