Dancing Youth: Evil and Rebellious Girl

Chapter 1210 This Smell Is Very Familiar

He bent over and hugged her around the waist.

Still walking steadily and lightly, he left the old house with the person he cared about.

……

Yan Xiaozhu had already woken up from the moment Zuo Zhe entered the room.

It's just that she didn't want to move or talk to others, so she closed her eyes and pretended to be drunk and didn't wake up.

Listen to the conversation between the two until they leave.

Her heart throbbed again, Zuo Zhe and Ye Ziye were so affectionate and accommodating, it was really enviable.

But how many women can be favored by a man, and she loves this man deeply.

You can give everything for each other.

So tired, so sleepy...

She fell into a deep sleep again, and in her sleep, she saw herself and Mo Ling when she was a child.

In the train station, she was crying, and he tied her hand domineeringly, always promising that he would take care of her and would not let her starve or suffer.

As a result, she turned around and ran away, but she was captured by traffickers.

She was starved and beaten, and the days of darkness haunted her.

Mo Ling, where are you?You said you would take care of me, where are you?You don't keep your promises, you lie....

when.

A slight sound pulled her back from the darkness.

Eyes opened all at once, and all the nightmares dissipated.

There are no traffickers, drug dealers, and him as a child, just an old mansion.

A messy table and...Mo Ling.

Mo Ling?

Yan Xiaozhu's breathing stopped, and she stared at the man in front of her.

He bent over and carefully put the beer cans on the ground into the trash can one by one.

In order not to wake her up, his movements were very slow and light, even his breathing was slight.

In the air, there is a faint aroma of white rice porridge.

This scent is very familiar, yet very distant and strange.

Mo Ling's mother is Chinese, she married Mo Ling's father, and then moved to the United States to live.

She has good cooking skills, whether it is Chinese food or Western food, she is good at it.

But she is very busy, and she cooks herself only during holidays, making a table full.

A family of four, eating and chatting around the dining table.

That was their happiest, happiest and most fulfilling time.

Yan Xiaozhu's eyes couldn't help getting a little moist.

White rice porridge has a special meaning to her. When she first entered Mo's house, she was seriously ill because of acclimatization.

Mo Ling's mother, also her mother, was the one who cooked the porridge for her carefully and tenderly, and took good care of her frail body.

(End of this chapter)