Traitor

Chapter 38 Zhao Wuyou's Nightmare
Zhao Wuyou was really drunk. She could drink well, but because of her poor health recently, she was tired and weak.

Jian Yan sat beside her, smiling at the sleeping Zhao Wuyou.How many delicate daughters, ordinary women at her age, are already married and take care of their husbands and children at home.But what about her?On her shoulders is the country and the country, and on her back is the honor of the family. How has she ever lived for herself?How can such a woman not be distressed?

He really felt sorry for her, and even thought that if one day, she could regain her daughter's body, then - he would immediately ask her father to marry her as his wife.This is his childhood wish and the best hope in his life.

The wind blows the pear blossoms, and the faint fragrance of pear blossoms lingers.

It would be fine if he took a rest in the afternoon, but Zhao Wuyou didn't wake up until sunset.Xu is trying to get a good night's sleep with the help of alcohol.These days, she rarely sleeps soundly.

Jian Yan lightly picked up Zhao Wuyou and returned to Tingfeng Tower, Zhao Wuyou in his arms let out a low moan, and subconsciously turned his face into his arms.He likes her like this, quietly moving closer to him.

For a moment, he hoped that the steps would never end, even if he was exhausted, he wanted to walk forever.

Zhao Wuyou is very light, with a slender figure, so he doesn't have much weight in his hands.But her body bones are extremely soft, and the feeling of holding her in her arms is as soft and comfortable as holding a doll.She was cool, but his heart was warm.

At sunset, Yunzheng carefully closed the window, and bowed to Jian Yan, "Young Master Jian, go back first, so that Master Shangshu is not in a hurry. We are here to watch, nothing will happen, don't worry."

Jian Yan is reluctant.

Zhao Wuyou on the bed slept soundly, with long eyelashes drooping, and mottled silhouettes in the dim light.The woman in her sleep still frowned tightly, as if the deepest concern in her heart could not be eliminated in her subconscious mind.Her mind is always heavy.

Sitting on the edge of the bed, he was reluctant to disturb her dream.He knew she couldn't sleep well, and it was rare for her to sleep as deeply as today.

Taking a deep breath, Jian Yan stood up, it was already dusk, and it was really time to go back.

Xi Mo has already carried a jar of pear blossom wine into the carriage, "Sir, go slowly."

Jian Yan got into the car, "If she wakes up—"

"Don't worry, son, the slave will report to the master." Xi Mo bowed his head and saluted.

Jian Yan sighed softly, glanced at the gate of Shangshu Mansion reluctantly, and finally left.Pear Blossom Wine is her treasure, and he is the only one she is willing to share with.Thinking of this, he just felt full of joy.

As the night fell, Zhao Wuyou had a long dream.

In the dream, there was a road that she kept walking, but no matter how she walked, she couldn't reach the end.She started to panic, started to shout, shouted hysterically, but no one could help her.In the dark world, she was extremely scared and extremely lonely.

"Brother—brother!" She clutched the quilt tightly, her lips trembling slightly, and kept whispering, "Brother—brother, don't leave me, brother—I will stay obediently in the orphanage and wait for you, brother , you must come back to me. Brother—don’t go, don’t leave me, brother!”

It seems that the prime minister's mansion does not have a second son. From the beginning to the end, isn't there only Zhao Wuyou, the only son?

Where did he come from?
On the edge of the bed, Mu Baili narrowed his clear eyes slightly.

Furthermore, what is a welfare home?Some unknown organization?

elder brother?
Mu Baili frowned, how many secrets are hidden in the prime minister's mansion?
Before he could think about it, Zhao Wuyou opened his eyes in shock, and sat up instantly.There was crystal clear sweat on her forehead, and she looked around with a broken expression. The moment she looked at him, she was like a frightened deer, harmless and miserable.One glance is enough, and a hundred feet of steel is soft around the fingers.

(End of this chapter)