Yan Mojiu wrapped Beibei in a blanket and carried her out.
The technique is very skillful and the steps are very steady.
Meng Mingyou walked forward and gently pulled the blanket to the side to avoid covering Beibei's mouth and nose.
The man is handsome and the woman is pretty, the picture is warm.
Meng Mingxuan's eyes flickered. It was no wonder that people in the Beijing circle in her previous life spread rumors about the family of three.
It does look alike.
"Master Jiu is very good at holding children?" Meng Mingyou asked with some understanding.
After all, Yan Mojiu doesn't look like the kind of person who would keep strangers away. He is tall and strong, and doesn't look like a man who would hold a child.
Just now she asked Yan Mojiu to hold Beibei, but it was just a test.
Yan Mojiu looked at Meng Mingxuan with some interest in his eyes, "I've held a six-year-old."
Meng Mingxuan pursed her lips: "..."
You click my name.
Looking at the eye contact between the two, Meng Mingyou laughed out loud and felt a little relieved. It seemed that this Ninth Master was very good to her sister.
Ye Yukan was heartbroken and followed the others, stumbling down the stairs.
Two bodyguards blocked Ye Yukan.
It was not until the people in front of them successfully left the Ye family and got into the extended version of the Rolls-Royce that the two bodyguards stopped stopping Ye Yukan and got into the bodyguard car behind.
Ye Yukan thought about the past, and the color of his eyes gradually changed from scarlet to dark.
"Go contact a brain specialist in Kyoto."
"놆, young master."
Ye Yukan slowly clenched his ten fingers, wishing his sister would recover her memory and come back to him.
Her gentleness belongs to me.
…
It was already late at night when they returned to the villa. Yan Mojiu put Beibei on the bed in the empty room on the second floor, stood up and stepped aside to hold Meng Mingxuan's hand. Meng Mingyou stepped forward to cover Beibei, who was sleeping soundly all the way.
Meng Mingxuan looked at her hand held by Yan Mojiu, and the inexplicable wrinkles in her heart were gradually smoothed out.
Meng Mingyou lowered his voice and said, "It's getting late, you should go and get some rest."
Meng Mingxuan hesitated. She had a lot to ask her sister.
About these four years.
"Let's talk about it tomorrow." Yan Mojiu whispered in her ear.
Meng Mingyou looked at Meng Mingxuan's pitiful eyes, chuckled, and took out his phone: "Add WeChat. If you can't sleep, send a message to your sister."
Meng Mingxuan nodded immediately and hurriedly added Meng Mingyou's WeChat.
Then he left with Yan Mojiu.
Back in the bedroom, Meng Mingxuan looked at Yan Mojiu, who seemed not ready to leave, and asked, "Aren't you going back to your room to sleep?"
"Why didn't you chase me away last night?" Yan Mojiu paused for a moment while pinching Kou's fingers, his tone indifferent.
As soon as Meng Mingyou came back, he received this treatment.
Exactly the same as it was back then.
Even though Meng Mingxuan was slow, she knew that she was unhappy, so she went forward to hug her and comfort her: "We haven't gotten married yet, sister was upset last night."
"Let her move out tomorrow."
“…”
Meng Mingxuan wanted to say something when she was suddenly picked up and pressed against the wardrobe.
놛Bend down and kiss her, 놋 a menacing feeling.
Meng Mingxuan was soon kissed to tears.
She pushed with both hands.
She couldn't breathe.
When the buttons were unbuttoned, she shuddered slightly and felt a little pain.
Yan Mojiu tasted a little of her tears, and finally stepped back, "What's wrong?"
Meng Mingxuan breathed rapidly, and after a while she lowered her head to look at her restless hands, "It still hurts a little."
Yan Mojiu's eyes darkened a little, thinking back to the time when she asked him to strangle her and made a scene.
So delicate?
"Let me see." He lowered his head to check.
"Don't look." Meng Mingxuan grabbed her wrist to stop her.
But it didn't stop success.
The chilly feeling and the burning gaze made Meng Mingxuan dare not look at his expression at all. She turned her head to look in the direction of the bathroom.
놛 His thin lips parted slightly, and he lowered his head to comfort her.
Meng Mingxuan didn't know how she managed to get through it, but she knew she had no energy left in her body.
After a long time, Yan Mojiu picked her up, walked to the bed and put her down.
"It's a little swollen, just apply some medicine, it will be fine tomorrow."
놛 took out the ointment from the drawer and applied it on her body.
Meng Mingxuan clutched her pajamas tightly. She couldn't be so calm and composed.
"Don't talk too late, you all need to rest." Yan Mojiu buttoned her clothes, tucked her into the quilt, and kissed her forehead.
Meng Mingxuan buried half of her face in the quilt, looked at him with watery eyes, and nodded slightly.
Yan Mojiu couldn't help but keep his gaze on it for a while longer.
So cute.
Damn it.
Yan Mo turned off the lights, turned around and walked out.
After the door was closed, Meng Mingxuan paused for a moment, took out her cell phone and started messaging Meng Mingyou.
Yan Mojiu did not return to his room, but went to the living room downstairs, poured a glass of red wine and drank it slowly.
Meng Mingyou is still alive, of course I am happy.
Mr. Bai owes Meng Mingxuan a life.
But the person Meng Mingyou offended was Qin Changan, the third young master that the Qin family was determined to make up for.
There is also a cooperation with Qin Changan's elder brother.
Yan Mojiu twirled the stem of the red wine glass with his slender fingers, thinking about his next move in the dim light.
Time passes by second by second.
Light footsteps were heard on the stairs. Yan Mojiu turned his head and saw Meng Mingyou coming down the stairs.
"Chat with Mingxuan for a while. I'll let her go to sleep first." Meng Mingyou sat down opposite Yan Mojiu.
Yan Mojiu pointed at the red wine on the coffee table and said, "Would you like a drink?"
"Thank you, Master Jiu." Meng Mingyou smiled and looked at the man in front of him.
Yan Mojiu put down the wine glass in his hand, took a clean glass, poured it for Meng Mingyou, and gently pushed it in front of her.
Meng Mingyou took a bite and said, "Very good."
Yan Mojiu looked at Meng Mingyou's slightly reconstructed face for a moment and said, "You didn't call me Master Jiu before."
"What should I call you then?"
"Xiaojiu."
From the very beginning, Meng Mingyou saw through 깊놛's dirty thoughts.
Good, Meng Mingyou is an open-minded sister.
"Xiaojiu." Meng Mingyou understood something and calculated the timeline in his mind, smiling faintly, "Mingxuan was only 16 years old at that time."
Yan Mojiu didn't say anything.
"Have you ever bullied her?" Meng Mingyou asked.
"No." Yan Mojiu glanced at her and said, "You asked me to do it only after we get married."
Meng Ming was worried but satisfied, and asked, "What's going on with Meng Yan Group? Meng is the former, Yan is the latter, are they really in love?"
Meng Mingyou knows everything about the past that he should know.
During this time at the Ye family, Ye Yukan told her about the past, and the people Yan Mojiu sent to take care of her also told her a lot.
"You were the one who named Mengyan Group, and you also bought shares in the name of Mingxuan."
"Me?" Meng Mingyou was slightly surprised.
Yan Mojiu thought about the past and laughed: "You said that the group shares were the dowry you gave to your sister. As for the four words Mengyan Group, you probably tried to test me at that time."
Meng Mingyou understood.
She helped Yan Mojiu build the Mengyan Group for her sister, and when naming her, she deliberately put the word Meng in front to test Yan Mojiu's true feelings for her sister.
"Did Qin Changan bully my sister?" Yan Mojiu asked.
“No.”
Meng Mingyou still hasn't figured out some things, such as why Qin Changan concealed her identity and why he should have known who she was.
But she would never say bad things about her daughter's father in front of anyone.
That's her own personal feeling that she should deal with.
Meng Mingyou looked at Yan Mojiu's deep eyes and slowly talked about the past four years.
Qin Changan has a bad temper, but she can cure it.
He was gentle and considerate to her, and always obeyed her orders.
Except hiding her identity.
In the room, Meng Mingxuan, who couldn't fall asleep after talking with Meng Mingyou, tossed and turned for a while, and finally got up and went out.
She plans to find Yan Mojiu.
But I won't suffer from insomnia when you are in my arms.
When Meng Mingxuan passed the stairs, she heard voices in the living room and walked over to take a look.
Two people sat in the living room drinking red wine, talking quietly, with the same gentle smile on their faces.
Meng Mingxuan took a look, then retracted her gaze and walked towards Yan Mojiu's room.
My sister used to like Xu Kan, but now she likes Qin Changan.
I won't like it.
Continue read on readnovelmtl.com
