Tyrant, calm down

Chapter 457: Cousin Muhan (2)

Inadvertently caught a glimpse of a certain white figure approaching from the aisle leading to the back hall, and his eagle eyes froze instantly.

Thank you Muhan!
"Me? I don't need it."

The quiet book, who was unaware of everything, shook the baby in his arms.

"As for the clothes in the mansion, I don't know when I'll be able to wear them all. If I make them again, isn't that just a waste?"

After not hearing Murong Li's movement for a long time, Shen Jingshu raised his head suspiciously.

Unexpectedly, as soon as he raised his head, he bumped into a certain Ruxue figure, and was stunned immediately.

Xie Muhan?
Why is he here?

Could it be that he opened this cloth shop?
Both of them belong to the eye-catching type, even in the crowd, they cannot be ignored.

What's more, it was rainy today, and there were not many customers in the cloth shop, so Xie Muhan had already seen the two of them.

However, he didn't intend to pay attention to the two of them, he didn't stop in his footsteps, and walked directly past the two of them to the door.

Qianling followed behind him, and naturally saw the two of them.

Qianling originally planned to say hello to Shen Jingshu, but when he caught a glimpse of his master's indifferent back in front of him, he had no choice but to stop such thoughts.

If he was being polite to Second Miss now, wouldn't he be stabbing Young Master's heart with a knife?
He felt pain for the son even thinking about it.

The two just swaggered through the hall, completely ignoring Murong Li and Shen Jingshu.

Shen Jingshu watched Xie Muhan walk away step by step, in a trance, it seemed to overlap with a blurry back...

Shen Jingshu suddenly covered his head.

Her head hurt again.

Scenes of bloody images flashed through her mind like lightning, and screams of desperate cries filled her mind, followed by corpses lying on the ground and the dilapidated city.

In the end, the scene changed abruptly and turned into a quiet and elegant courtyard.

In the yard, there are many rockeries and willow leaves fluttering. A young boy with a jade crown and hair is standing under the willow tree with his hands behind his back, facing her.

After a while, the boy turned around slowly, a smile appeared on his cold face.

"Yuan'er..."

Murong Li was the closest to Shen Jingshu, so naturally he was the first to notice her abnormality.

With a frown, he pulled her precarious figure into his arms, and took Xiao Xin'er in her arms with the other hand.

"Shen Jingshu, what's wrong with you?"

The images in Shen Jingshu's mind were still spinning alternately, and Murong Li's shout could not be heard at all.

For a while it was a bloody and ferocious corpse, and for a while it was a handsome young man.

In those interlaced pictures, she saw a little girl who looked similar to her but was obviously immature, smiling and running towards the boy.

"Cousin Mu Han..." the girl called out in a crisp voice.

After she finished calling, the boy under the willow tree turned around.

"Shen Jingshu, what's wrong with you?" Murong Li asked again.

At this time, An Tai who was waiting outside the cloth workshop had already heard the movement, and walked in quickly.

Murong raised his hand sharply, and threw Murong Xin out smoothly, "Hold Xiner well!" Then without hesitation, he bent over and picked up Shen Jingshu horizontally, and strode out.

"Hey girl, your cloth..."

The shopkeeper who had chosen a bunch of materials came slowly, but Murong Li ignored his voice.

Shen Jingshu covered his head, curled up in Murong Li's arms in pain.

Before she lost consciousness in pain, she only saw the boy smiling at her, and then, "Cousin Mu Han" unconsciously escaped from her mouth.

Murong Li's body shook violently.

As for Xie Muhan, who was about to get in the car and leave, he suddenly stopped, then turned his head and looked in the direction of the two of them, his eyes filled with turmoil.

(End of this chapter)