Tong Xiaoman searched all the rooms and didn't find Tong Xiaolei. According to the servant, the baby was put in the corridor.

And Tong Xiaolei didn't even take his mobile phone.

"Where do you think he can go? Could it be that I said something about him that day that he was unhappy and left directly? "

"Don't worry, he will be fine. He may have something on his mind that hasn't been settled?"

When Tong Xiaoman didn't know where to look for Tong Xiaolei, Tong Xiaolei had appeared in front of the Mohist window.

Today is the weekend. Mo Yixin didn't live in school, but went home.

After dinner, she stayed alone in her room and sat at her desk holding her chin for a long time.

Tong Xiaolei hid behind the window and quietly looked at Mo Yixin.

She is more beautiful than before. It seems that she is less childish and more like a mature girl.

She took out a stack of paintings from her drawer, each of which was Tong Xiaolei.

Since Tong Xiaolei left, she will still think of his appearance and draw it on the drawing paper.

Looking at these paintings every day, it seems that Tong Xiaolei has never left.

She took out her pencil again, spread out a new piece of paper and began to draw.

"Xin Xin, have some fruit." Mo Yixin's mother Zhou Yiru came in with a plate of fruit.

Mo Yixin immediately covered the paper. "Mom, why don't you come in without knocking?"

"I'm your mother. Do I still need to knock when I enter your room?"

Zhou Yiru put the fruit plate on Mo Yixin's table and found that Mo Yixin looked strange.

She found that she had been covering the drawing paper and holding a pencil in her hand.

"Xin Xin, are you painting Tong Xiaolei again? Don't draw any more. He's dead and can't come back! "

Zhou Yiru pulled her face down.

"This is my business. What does it have to do with you? Get out! " Mo Yixin was very unhappy.

Although she knew that Tong Xiaolei was dead, she just didn't allow anyone to mention it in front of her.

"OK, OK, I'll go out! However, Xinxin, people can't come back to life after death. Besides, he has left for so long. Put down what should be put down. You are old and old. If you want to fall in love, you can fall in love. Mom won't care about you. I think Xiaojie is very good. "

"Mom! Why are you so wordy! Get out! " Mo Yixin covers his ears and doesn't want to listen to his mother.

Zhou Yiru had to sigh silently and walked out of the room.

Mo Yixin paved the paper again, looked at Tong Xiaolei, who had painted half of his picture, and stroked it gently.

"Everyone says you're dead, but I think you're still alive, as if you'll come back one day."

Mo Yixin smiled at the paper and a tear fell. She took out her pencil and continued to draw.

Tong Xiaolei hid behind the window and looked at Mo Yixin with a knife in his heart.

For nearly two years, she still hasn't come out of the shadow of her death.

He should have confessed to her. They may have a little memory, but now there is nothing. Mo Yixin can only keep these paintings.

Tong Xiaolei almost appeared from behind the window, but he knew that he was dead in this world and could not appear again.

Mo Yixin didn't finish this painting until 12 o'clock at night.

She put the latest picture together with many pictures with satisfaction before she went to bed.

Tong Xiaolei opened the window and came in. He picked up Mo Yixin's paintings and looked at them one by one.

It's all him, just different expressions, different expressions, different backgrounds and different actions.

Tong Xiaolei went to bed and looked at Mo Yixin's sweet sleep. He leaned down and gave her a faint kiss on her lips.

Mo Yixin smiled sweetly, "Xiao Lei, I knew you would come back."

She turned over and went on sleeping.

When Tong Xiaolei left, he took all the paintings of Mo Yixin away.

He returned to the crystal garden. Tong Xiaoman and Ou Zeye were waiting for him in the nursery.

"It's so late. Where have you been?"

"I went out for a walk. I'm tired at home. It's late. You two go to bed."

Tong Xiaoman saw the things in Tong Xiaolei's hand at a glance, "what's in your hand?"

Tong Xiaolei directly carried the painting behind him, "nothing. Go to bed with your brother-in-law. I'll sleep with my baby tonight and I'll leave tomorrow."

Ou Zeye quickly winked at Tong Xiaoman.

"Well, if the baby doesn't obey at night, go to the next bedroom and call me."

"Well, I see."

Ou Zeye took Tong Xiaoman's hand and left the nursery.

"Why do I think he's weird?"

"My cousin told me that since Xiao Lei died, Xin Xin has been in a bad state. She always painted him one after another."

"Xiao Lei went to see Xin Xin?" Tong Xiaoman was shocked.

"I think I just looked at it secretly? Don't worry, Xiao Lei is a measured child. " Ouzeye patted Tong Xiaoman on the shoulder.

"It's all my fault. During this time, we are too busy to take care of ourselves. We ignore Xinxin and haven't seen her."

As they spoke, they returned to the bedroom.

The next day Tong Xiaolei left.

A week later, Tong ranmeng's case was heard, together with Tong Fu's case.

Before the court session, Yixin international had issued a statement to terminate the relationship with Tong ranmeng. They were also deeply saddened by Tong ranmeng's behavior and expressed the hope that all artists of the company would take a warning.

In addition, shangguanming also issued a statement that he and Tong ranmeng had dissolved their marriage. Shangguanming even said that he would never help a heinous woman because of his marriage and personal feelings.

The case has attracted much attention. Many reporters came on the day of trial, but the case was not heard in public, so the media reporters just waited outside, waiting for the verdict.

Ou Zeye and Tong Xiaoman also came. As victims, they have the right to attend.

Because I knew there were too many people in front of the court, I entered directly through the back door.

The court was very quiet. Tong ranmeng sat on the dock with a big stomach. That scene looked very sad, but no one sympathized with her.

Tong Xiaoman also saw Tong Fu. Tong Fu was obviously much older and his hair was almost white.

Ouzeye sat down with Tong Xiaoman.

The judge began to read out the crimes of Tong ranmeng and Tong Fu according to the procedure.

"Your honor, I have something to say." Tong Fu raised his hand and his voice was a little hoarse.

"Yes, say it."

"I did the kidnapping alone. It has nothing to do with my daughter. She didn't know it in advance."

Tong Xiaoman looked at Tong Fu and thought, if he changed to himself, would Tong Fu excuse himself like this?

Everyone is waiting for Tong ranmeng's answer.

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