Mistakenly provoke the arrogant president: My little wife, Don't try to escape

When Qiao Yunsi got home, Nan Jiusheng didn't wake up.

She put nanjiusheng's things away and began to do her own business.

Nan Jiusheng, who had been injected and taken medicine, had almost returned to normal temperature and fell asleep quietly in bed.

The beautiful face without dead corner is a little more pale because of illness. The long and thick eyelashes tremble occasionally, like a small fan, setting off a wind that reaches the hearts of the people.

Suddenly, Nan Jiusheng frowned slightly, his expression was painful, and unconsciously began to twitch. She didn't open her eyes, but tears slowly seeped from the corners of her eyes.

She is not stable in her sleep.

The clam beads on the wrist seemed to feel something, and began to emit a faint light again.

Wind and rain, dark night, only pale lightning occasionally cut through the sky, cold and ruthless, silently watching the world.

In the wind and rain, a young woman in ragged clothes, holding a young girl, walked hard in the rain of heaven and earth.

In such bad weather, there are no pedestrians and vehicles on the road, only mother and daughter. I don't know how many times I fell and got up again.

Stumbled all the way and finally came to a magnificent building.

The woman patted the door, and the door soon became noisy.

People gathered and many men and women came out.

Nan Jiusheng tried to open his eyes and see who they were, but he couldn't open them.

A sharp and vicious female voice sounded like thunder:

"Brother Yong, this shameless woman came again with wild seeds in her arms! Are you married yet?"

Then there is the flattering voice of men:

"Ah Chun, don't be angry. I'll let someone drive them away! Come on, are you all dead? Get these women away quickly!"

鈥︹€?br>
The ragged young mother was thrown to the ground by the servants, and the little girl was also thrown to the ground and cried.

When the gate closed, the woman knelt down and gave a shrill roar. There was endless hatred in her desperate eyes.

The sound of wind and rain, cries and children's cries are intertwined into a sad song that no one listens to and echoes for a long time.

Another lightning split down, Nan Jiusheng convulsed violently, and the dream picture appeared blank.

Then the young woman took her daughter's hand, exhausted her last tenderness, and tied a bead on her daughter's wrist.

Pushing her crying daughter to the door of the orphanage, the woman looked determined, drove a car and rushed to the black luxury car at the corner of the street.

"Boom -"

"Ah - Mom!" Nan Jiusheng woke up with a scream by the terrible scene in his dream.

Her face was completely bloodless, her whole body was sweating and trembling slightly.

She seemed to hold something in her chest. She felt so uncomfortable that she was about to suffocate. She could only breathe heavily.

Dream of that scene again, dream of mom again!

Every few years, she dreams about her childhood. This is the only memory of her mother, but it's not good at all.

Nanjiusheng woke up from his nightmare and looked around blankly with lingering fear.

I didn't see what the men and women looked like in my dream. I just remembered my mother's sad and desperate face and her generous heart when she died

When Qiao Yunsi heard the cry and rushed in, he saw that Nan Jiusheng was sitting on the bed, his head on his knees, his arms around his legs, and his body shrank into a ball, looking sad and panic.

"What's the matter, Jiusheng? Have a nightmare?"

Qiao Yunsi asked. Nan Jiusheng looked up and saw her. His eyes immediately turned red.