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Chapter 174 My Child Is Still Alive
"Damn it, Jiang Muyan, do you really think that I dare not do anything to you? I said, give me back Luoluo." Jiang Muyan's words completely irritated Tan Jinmo, his eyes were red, and he attacked Jiang Muyan.

Jiang Muyan was ready to meet Tan Jinmo's actions, but he didn't want to. At this moment, An Nianluo, who was originally very quiet, suddenly let out a scream. She looked at Tan Jinmo, with the hatred in her eyes, as if she was going to kill him. Tan Jinmo was burned.

"Demon, don't come close, liar, devil, liar, devil." An Nianluo murmured at Tan Jinmo.

The woman's words full of hatred made Tan Jinmo's heart tingle sharply.He stared blankly at the woman in front of him, was she resisting his approach?Or even loathe and fear his approach?I don't know when it started, did he and An Nianluo come to this point?Has it reached the point where An Nianluo hates him?

"Luoluo, will you go home with me?" Tan Jinmo's face turned pale, and the man's tall body trembled unconsciously.He tried his best to reach out his hand, trying to touch the woman's cheek, but after seeing the woman's eyes full of hatred, Tan Jinmo suddenly didn't dare to do it like this, so he could only keep his voice hoarse, with a look of pleading in his eyes Watching An Nian fall.

"No, I don't want to go home, I don't want to go home." After hearing Tan Jinmo's words, An Nianluo seemed to become very emotional.She grabbed Jiang Muyan's clothes and kept shaking her head.Seeing An Nianluo who resisted him so much, Tan Jinmo's heart felt sad for a while.

"Luoluo." Tan Jinmo stretched out his hand, wanting to touch An Nianluo, but Jiang Muyan's eyes turned cold when he saw Tan Jinmo's movement.He just wanted to stop Tan Jinmo's movement, but he didn't want to. An Nianluo was even faster than Jiang Muyan's. Suddenly there was a scream, and he hugged Jiang Muyan's body tightly with both hands, shaking his body.

"Get out of here, I want to get out of here, I don't want to be here, I don't want to."

"Little boy, calm down." Looking at An Nianluo who was struggling crazily, Jiang Muyan yelled at Tan Jinmo while soothing An Nianluo's emotions.

"Tan Jinmo, don't you think you haven't hurt An Nianluo enough? Get out, get out of here immediately." An Nianluo doesn't want to see Tan Jinmo at all now, he can be said to be very resistant to Tan Jinmo now Touching, only when Tan Jinmo leaves, An Nianluo won't be so excited.

"Luoluo, okay, I'll leave first, don't get excited, okay?" Jiang Muyan said in such a sharp tone, if it were normal words, Tan Jinmo would not take Jiang Muyan's words to heart, but now It's different, Tan Jinmo looked deeply at An Nianluo's appearance, with a touch of helplessness on the corner of his lips, and finally, the man left Jiang Muyan's villa with his shoulders slung over his shoulders, looking extremely disappointed.

Tan Jinmo, Lin Mo, and even Jiang Muyan didn't see that after An Nianluo left Tan Jinmo, pain and struggle flashed across the woman's dark eyes.None of them found out.

"Little boy, you don't have to pretend." After Jiang Muyan carried An Nianluo into the villa, he put An Nianluo on the sofa, and the man looked at An Nianluo with burning eyes.

He knew that An Nianluo only became like this after being greatly stimulated, but in many cases, it should be the result of escaping from reality.

"Jiang Muyan, I'm very tired." An Nianluo's dull eyes became hollow.In front of Jiang Muyan, she never wanted to hide anything.She lifted her lips slowly, her voice was extremely hoarse, and her fingers on both sides were also clenched into fists at this moment.

"As long as I close my eyes, I will hear the cry of the child. Tan Jinmo said that my child is dead, but no, my child is still alive, do you believe me?" An Nian fell in this month I don't know how long it took, but Tan Jinmo just thought that An Nianluo had been injured too much, so he had this illusion. When Linmo and the others arrived, the child was already dead.

"Good boy, that's your illusion, your child." Jiang Muyan knew that this appearance was cruel, so he broke An Nianluo's dream with his own hands, but Jiang Muyan didn't want An Nianluo to continue living in Zi's dream.

"No, you don't believe me. My child is still alive. I can feel it. Why don't you believe me? My child is really still alive." An Nianluo growled at Jiang Muyan in a very agitated mood. .

They didn't believe it, but An Nianluo firmly believed that her child was still alive.

"Do you still remember who was the one who took you away?" Jiang Muyan was very excited when he saw An Nianluo mentioning the child, he couldn't help but shook his head, and then changed the subject cleverly.

"I, I don't know, my head hurts, it's blurry, my stomach seems to be torn apart, I can't remember anything, I heard someone say, this woman is still awake, is she going to be anesthetized? Then there was a A vague voice said, no... Then, I heard the baby crying, very loud, really very loud."

Hearing An Nianluo's intermittent words, Jiang Muyan's frown, which was already slightly frowned, became extraordinarily deep.He pursed his lips, gently stroked An Nianluo's head, and said in a low voice.

"Okay, don't think about it anymore, with me here, I won't let anyone hurt you, not anyone."

"I really want to see my child, even if it's just a glance, it's enough." An Nianluo leaned against Jiang Muyan's arms with a fragile expression, her voice was extremely hoarse.Hearing An Nianluo's hoarse voice, Jiang Muyan looked helpless and complicated.

He gently stroked An Nianluo's hair, until after An Nianluo closed his eyes, Jiang Mu Yancai showed a gentleness.Not long after, An Nianluo's breathing became unusually shallow, and Jiang Muyan knew that An Nianluo was asleep now.

He picked up An Nianluo's body, strode upstairs, put An Nianluo in his bedroom, and after taking a deep look at An Nianluo, Jiang Muyan turned and left the bedroom.

"Mum, is there still no news?" Jiang Muyan leaned against the wall behind him, took out a cigarette from his pocket, took a deep puff, and asked, flicking the cigarette butt with his fingers.

"There are no clues, not even Tan Jinmo. We can only know that Miss An was indeed taken away, but we don't know who it is. Shen Qiangwei should have known it at the time, but, she When it was time to talk about the family, I was dead."

Ah Mu glanced at Jiang Muyan's gloomy face, and immediately lowered his head.

"Continue to investigate, we must find the murderer."

Jiang Muyan slammed his fist on the wall, his voice was extremely sharp and hoarse.

Jiang Muyan will not let anyone who hurts An Nianluo go, especially this time, he actually hurt An Nianluo like this, Jiang Muyan will not let that person go easily, if he knows who is like this An Nianluo, there is no doubt that Jiang Muyan will kill that person himself to avenge An Nianluo.

In a flash, a year has passed, and Jiang Muyan did not return to England in order to settle down in the year.He could have brought An Nianluo back to England. After all, the imperial capital was a sad place for An Nianluo, but An Nianluo was stubborn and refused to leave this place. She always told Jiang Muyan like this , her child will not be able to find her when the time comes to find her.

After Jiang Muyan listened to An Nianluo's words, his heart felt as if someone had hollowed out his heart. This feeling was really painful.Tan Jinmo, on the other hand, would come to see An Nianluo every day, but An Nianluo didn't want to see Tan Jinmo, but Tan Jinmo still stubbornly came here to see An Nianluo.

Most of the time, Tan Jinmo would stand quietly on the side, watching An Nianluo draw, then fell silent, and An Nianluo didn't speak.At first Jiang Muyan would block Tan Jinmo, but gradually, Jiang Muyan stopped blocking the two of them like this.

Among the three of them, there seemed to be a strange atmosphere, like friends, like relatives.

Another four years have passed, and An Nianluo has become a well-known painter, and most of An Nianluo's themes are children. This kind of warm topic has attracted widespread attention from the society. However, An Nianluo was very low-key. They didn't even know that the pseudonym "Maple Leaf Going Home" was the wife of the once sensational Tan Jinmo.

Her pseudonym is sad because the maple leaf symbolizes her children.

"Little boy, I'm going to the UK to deal with the company's affairs. It may take about a month. Is there any problem with you here alone?" Because Jiang Muyan's company has a problem, Jiang Muyan has to go to the UK to deal with it personally, and Jiang Muyan I was also very worried that An Nianluo would be alone in the villa.

"I'm fine, brother, you go." An Nianluo is used to calling Jiang Muyan brother, and Jiang Muyan also follows An Nianluo, even if he can't become An Nianluo's favorite man, at least he can be An Nianluo's favorite man. brother.

"I asked Ah Mu to stay with you here?" Jiang Muyan said softly, habitually touching An Nianluo's head.Although Tan Jinmo came to take pictures of An Nianluo every day, Jiang Muyan was still a little worried about An Nianluo's safety alone. Ever since An Nianluo was pregnant and treated like that, Jiang Muyan was very nervous about An Nianluo's safety. ,
The person who hurt An Nianluo five years ago and even killed An Nianluo's child has not been found yet. It is hard to guarantee that that person will not appear again to hurt An Nianluo.Even if there was only a little danger, Jiang Muyan would never allow it. He would not let An Nianluo be in any danger.

"No, Ah Mu can follow brother. I'm fine. Besides, this is a society ruled by law, and no one will hurt me." An Nianluo looked at Jiang Muyan's worried face, and his heart warmed up.In her entire life, the person she was most sorry for was probably Jiang Muyan. Thinking of this, An Nianluo's heart twitched.

"Okay, then I'll leave first. If you have anything to do, please call me." In the end, Jiang Muyan couldn't hold back An Nianluo, so he nodded dotingly, and took Ah Mu out of the villa.After Jiang Muyan left, An Nianluo picked up his drawing board again and started painting.

(End of this chapter)