Chapter 40 Her room? !
Patting Mo Chou on the back comfortingly, Shen Hao made a hoarse voice.

"I'll take you to your room to rest for a while!"

While speaking, he helped her walk towards the stairs leading to the third floor, and brought her into the bedroom at the end of the corridor on the third floor.

It was a very simple bedroom.

Apart from the floor-to-ceiling wardrobe and bed that occupy the entire wall, there is not much extra furniture and furnishings in the house.

The color tone of the whole house is mainly light blue.

It doesn't have much of a gentle girly air, but it's quite Mochou's appetite.

Embracing her, he walked to the edge of the bed and sat down. Shen Hao sat beside her and hugged her directly.

"There is no one else here, cry if you want to cry!"

Mo Chou didn't cry.

She hasn't cried since she was six,
Even when grandpa died, she didn't shed tears.

It's not that she's not sad, it's because tears don't bring the dead back to life, and they don't scare those who bully her.

What's more, the dead man didn't have much relationship with her,

She was just a fake daughter of his.

"I want to be alone for a while!"

She let him wrap her shoulders expressionlessly.

"Okay! I'll go and see how things are going. I'll see you later!"

Shen Hao got up and walked out, when he closed the door, his eyes lingered deeply on her for a while.

There was a flash of distress in those usually cold and deep eyes.

Hearing that Shen Hao's footsteps were too far away to be heard, Mo Chou stretched out her arm and opened the drawer of the bedside cabinet.

She believes that she can gain a lot from this room.

In fact, it is true.

In a drawer, she found a photo album.

In addition to the traces of her body from childhood to adulthood, the man who just passed away appeared in the album,
Just as she imagined, that man could instantly kill many women with just his photos when he was young.

Although it is just a photo of life, although most of the time it is not the protagonist.

However, that man is born with an aura, even the photos will directly touch people's hearts.

In the photo, Mo Chou rarely smiles.

More often, the performance is melancholy and indifferent.

(End of this chapter)

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