My iceberg smiled

Chapter 1353 The picture in the dream

After coming out of the bathroom, Han Mochen remained silent.

After handing Zhinao Ling to Anan and Zhuo Qiu, he went back to the room.

Han Qianxiao sensed Han Mochen's strangeness, so she followed to check.

In the room, Han Mochen was sitting on the bed in a daze.

After Han Qianxiao came in, he walked slowly to his side, "Mo Chen, what's wrong with you?"

Han Mochen looked at Han Qianxiao's face, and couldn't help thinking of what Zhi Nao Ling said.

Xiaoxiao passed away at this flowery age in her previous life. In this life, he must protect her well and never let her experience the despair and pain she once experienced.

He didn't want Han Qianxiao to worry, so he pursed his lips and said, "I'm fine, just a little tired."

Han Qianxiao didn't think much about it, thinking that it must be that Zhinao Ling's boy was dishonest in the bath, and made her Master Jiachen toss for a while, that's why he was so tired.

So he said: "Then you can rest for a while, you don't have to cook today, I will cook for you, and I will call you when the meal is ready."

"You want to cook by yourself?" Han Mochen was slightly taken aback.

"Yes, don't underestimate me, I... just want to make it for you to eat."

Han Qianxiao said that she learned to cook through online videos, but Han Mochen knew it was not true.

In Han Qianxiao's previous life, she was the maid of Han's family. How could the maid who served him all the time not know how to cook?

He nodded and agreed, "Okay, I'm looking forward to Xiaoxiao's cooking."

"Go to sleep, I won't disturb you anymore." Han Qianxiao left the room after finishing speaking.

Han Mochen let out a sigh of relief, lay on his back on the bed, opened his eyes, and looked at the chandelier on the ceiling, which was bright and a little confusing.

Consciousness gradually became blurred, and it was not known when he fell asleep.

Han Mochen had a dream.

In the dream, he was holding a girl's corpse, his eyes were red with anxiety.

"You support me! You, you are not allowed to die!"

"I beg you, stop bleeding..."

The girl's chest was stained red, Han Mochen covered the wound with his hands, but couldn't cover it, then tore off the bed sheet next to it to cover it, the bed sheet was soaked in blood in an instant.

"That night, the noodles you made were delicious. I didn't say anything. I just want to eat the noodles you made in the future."

"Don't sleep, this joke is not funny at all, can you...call me 'Master Chen' as before, I want to hear it."

No matter what Han Mochen said, the girl didn't respond at all, and her originally warm body also lost temperature bit by bit.

After 15 minutes, the blood stopped flowing out.

Han Mochen held the other's hand tightly, and what he got was cold.

"Your hands are so cold, are you cold?" Han Mochen carried the girl to his bed, put her down gently, and covered her with a quilt.

The girl's face was still stained with blood, and Han Mochen wiped it off bit by bit with a clean towel.

"Every time I work, I know... There is a pair of eyes peeking at me at the door, it's you, right?"

"I was thinking, why didn't you knock on the door and come in?"

"Are you afraid of me? You dare not talk to me?"

"I'm right in front of you now, I want to talk to you, can you open your eyes and take a look at me?"

The girl lay quietly, like a porcelain doll, without breathing, heartbeat, or temperature.

Han Mochen tightly clenched the bed sheet with his fingers, lowered his head and roared in a choked voice: "Qian Xiao! Come back to life! Please..."

(End of this chapter)