Mysterious president, get away from me!

Yang Feiyun kicks wildly with pain and struggles violently. Blood flows down her neck to the ground. The smell of blood is mixed with the stench, which makes her feel sick.

"It's better to die than to starve!" Mo Yingjie stares at her fiercely with the eyes of prey. After swallowing the bloody meat in his mouth, he bows down again and bites her bloody neck.

If it goes on like this, she must be killed by him. Yang Feiyun suddenly burst out a force because of despair. While enduring the pain of being bitten, she extended her right hand to Mo Yingjie.

"Ah --"

The bright sunlight shining through the thin screen curtain in the room, leaving a fuzzy light spot. On the wide double bed, Maureen lay on her side, sleeping soundly. She was wearing a sling skirt, and one shoulder strap slipped under her shoulder.

Mu Chen cold also side body but lie, embrace her from Mo Ling behind, his strong and powerful left arm ring is in her.

In the quiet room, they shared a bed and a pillow, enjoying the quiet afternoon.

I do not know how long sleep, Mo Ling slowly opened his eyes, eyes with wake-up after the unique color of loss, Lengleng looking at somewhere in the room.

"Awake?" She just moved her body a little bit, and the man holding her from behind woke up. He rubbed her hair with his chin in a very gentle tone.

Mo Ling "well" a, want to turn around to talk with him, action, suddenly feel not quite right, cheek not from a hot, dry cough, said, "your hand."

Mu Chen cold long eyelashes fan fan, deep eyes in reveal the color of a loss, "my hand how?"

"..." what's the matter?

Mo Ling took a puff at the corner of his mouth, grabbed his big palm and moved it to his waist. Then he turned around and faced him with a serious face and said, "I just dreamed."

"What's your dream?"

Mention the dream, Mo Ling beautiful eyes in the light of sadness, also did not care about his hand, said quietly, "dream of childhood things."

She stopped for a moment, sighed, and continued, "in my dream, I saw my mother sitting on the rocking chair in front of the window, holding a book in her hand. She didn't read a book, and her eyes were staring at the wall in front of her. She was in a daze quietly. I saw her eyes, so sad..."

"She must know that dad is in the secret room, so she likes to sit on the rocking chair and stare at the wall in a daze. In fact, she wants to see my dad through the wall..."

Her facial expression is gloomy, the tone is taking sadness, Mu Chen cold long arm embraces her waist, comforting her silently in this way.

"My mother must know that my father was killed by Mo Yingjie. The reason why she didn't report to the police, why she didn't ask my grandfather for help, and why she was willing to endure Mo Yingjie's torture must be because of me..."

When Mo Ling was a child, she saw her mother wipe tears secretly more than once. She thought that her mother was sad because Mo Yingjie ignored her. It was only when she saw her father's skeleton in the secret room and saw the comic diary left by her father that she suddenly realized that the reason why her mother was sad was not because Mo Yingjie, but because she missed her real husband.

"If it wasn't for me, my mother didn't have to suffer so much. She could report Mo Yingjie to the police. She could go back to the Zhao family and be the daughter of the Zhao family, instead of being tortured by Mo Yingjie and finally committing suicide. In a sense, I killed my mother..."

Before the words fall, Mo Ling's eyes are full of tears. Mu Chenhan hugs her tightly, and gently caresses her hair with his generous palm. He says in a gentle voice, "ah Ling, you are also a mother now. You should be able to understand the mother's willing to sacrifice everything for the sake of her child. Watching the child grow up healthily and happily is a mother's greatest happiness. You didn't do anything wrong, and you're not the culprit for your mother's death. It's Mo Yingjie who killed your aunt. He's the one who committed the most serious crime. "

"I understand, but I still feel terrible..."

As long as she thinks of Mo Yingjie threatening her mother and tormenting her mother with cruel means, she feels uncomfortable and guilty.

Mu Chen Han patted her on the back and said in a warm voice, "don't be sad any more. Think about the ancient poem that your aunt left you before she died." hate you is not like the moon in the river, North and south. North, South, East and West. Only with each other. I hate you just like the moon in the river tower, which is full and full. When it's full, it's full. How long have you been here? " This poem is not only a clue to find the treasure, but also an expression of her mood at that time. "When will you be reunited?" my aunt really wants to reunite with my uncle. Even if it's green, she is willing to. "

She was slightly stunned. He stroked her back and continued, "I think that one of the reasons why my aunt committed suicide and could not bear Mo Yingjie's torture is that she wanted to reunite with her uncle."

She has never thought about it in this way. If you think about it carefully, what he said is very reasonable. Mother and father love each other so much that when one party dies, the other party will definitely not be able to live. If you want to accompany her on the way to huangquan, she is actually the same. If anything happens to Mu Chenhan, she really can't imagine how to live alone.

Thinking, she tightly relies on his arms, silently praying to God, let them both grow old.

He seemed to be aware of her thoughts, and bowed his head to kiss her on the forehead.

Mo Ling lay quietly on his chest. After a moment, he said in a low voice, "just now, I dreamt that my mother was holding me and singing nursery rhymes to coax me to sleep..."

She pursed her lips, and her voice began to sing the nursery rhyme gently, "little mirror, round and round, look at the baby, smile. Close your eyes, have a dream, become the moon and hang up in the sky. "

Singing and singing, she chuckled and said nostalgically, "I still remember that whenever I couldn't sleep, my mother would sit in front of my bed, gently patting the quilt and singing this nursery rhyme to coax me to sleep. Sometimes, she would hold me in her arms and sing this song to me when she was sitting on the couch. She seemed to like this song very much... "

Speaking of this, Mo Ling's face suddenly changed. She suddenly looked up at mu Chenhan. Her voice trembled slightly because of excitement. "This song, right, this nursery rhyme, my mother likes to sing this song to me since I can remember. Is this song the clue she left me about treasure?"

Mu Chen Han pondered for a moment, and said solemnly, "the verses left by uncle and aunt, and this nursery rhyme, literally, have one thing in common."

Mo Ling's eyes burst out a strange brilliance, and his four eyes opposite, the two said with one voice, "the moon!"

Yes, whether it's Mo Guangyu's poem "plum blossom snow, pear blossom moon, total Acacia", or Zhao Yanrong's song poem "picking mulberry seeds to hate you is not like Jianglou moon", or this nursery rhyme, it all mentions "Moon".

"The moon..." Mo Ling frowned slightly. Her slender fingers rubbed her chin and thought bitterly, "is the treasure related to the moon? Where is it hidden? Can it be buried under a piece of land illuminated by moonlight

She thought for a long time, but she couldn't guess the key. Mu Chenhan saw her pondering and walking around the room, and suddenly thought of something. Her well-defined fingers tapped on the table, and said with a smile, "in the two ancient poems, the moon is mentioned, and in the nursery rhymes, the word moon is also mentioned. Maybe, my uncle and aunt just wanted to hint you in this way, This nursery rhyme is really the key to solving the puzzle. "

Mo Ling's eyes brightened, "do you mean that the key words to solve the mystery of the treasure are in this nursery rhyme, but not necessarily the moon?"

Mu Chen Han nodded, "yes, there is another word in this nursery rhyme that I care about very much, that is' little mirror '!"