Master's Fascinating And Valiant Wife

There are not many relics of the old man. The most in the room is books, all kinds of books.

Putting all the books together, she put them in the box. When she turned the pages at will, several photos came into view.

In the first photo, a little boy with beautiful eyebrows and long signs is standing in the middle, while on his side are the old man and a beautiful young woman, who exudes a kind of enthusiasm like fire.

This little boy has never met in Pei's family. Isn't he the eldest young master of Pei's family?

Frown slightly, Mo Wan moved the photo away and landed on the second photo.

Pei Yihuan in a tuxedo suit is only a few years old, but just standing there can make people feel that he exudes an atmosphere of dignity and pride. There is still no expression on his face, which is almost the same as now.

Standing on his right is still the old man, with a straight suit and a spirited smile on his face.

On Pei Yihuan's right is a woman in a lilac dress. She is gentle, graceful and elegant, with a charming breath.

Compared with the first photo, there are two completely different women, one is as warm as fire, the other is as gentle as water, so extreme, but so beautiful.

Then there are two photos. One is a group photo of Pei Yifeng, master Pei, and the old man and a beautiful young woman. The last one is a picture of the Pei family.

His eyes fell on those photos, and Mo Wan had a number in his heart.

It seems that the eldest young master of the Pei family and Pei Yifeng were born to the same mother, that is, the beautiful young woman, and Pei Yihuan's mother was a woman in a lavender dress.

However, what made her feel strange was why there was no group photo of Pei Yijing and his mother, and there was no Shuanger.

Is it lost?

She frowned suspiciously. How can Pei's secret be guessed?

Without much thought, Mo Wan put these photos on the page again and cleaned the old man's room carefully from inside to outside.

After cleaning the room, she went to the living room and sat on the sofa. The phone rang

"Hello..." Mo Wan picked up the phone and put it in his ear.

"When the second young master comes back, tell the second young master that the young master has woken up and will return home in a while..." an elegant female voice came, mixed with a little fatigue and hoarseness, as if he hadn't closed his eyes for several days.

How could the voice sound so familiar? Mo Wan's eyebrows wrinkled involuntarily and asked, "are you?"

"Sorry! I forgot to introduce myself. I'm Zuo LAN. Please, bye..."

When the voice fell, the other end hung up directly, but after Mo Wan heard the speech, he was stunned, and his mind was full of the two words he had just heard.

Left blue... Left blue... Left blue

Since the eldest young master of the Pei family returns home, will Zuo Lan also return home?

When the dead leopard sees Zuo LAN, how will he react?

Sitting on the sofa, her heart can no longer be calm. Her thoughts have been revolving around these two problems

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The funeral place of the old man is the largest and most magnificent funeral home in city a, and there are countless people present to mourn. Naturally, there is no lack of commercial giants in city a and dignitaries in the upper class.

All the media in a city were dispatched and kept outside the funeral home 24 hours a day. The TV station also interrupted all programs and TV dramas to track the funeral of Mr. Pei's son.

In addition to Mo Wan, the rest of the Pei house of Nuo Da was servants, which made her feel a little empty. She picked up the remote control and turned on the LCD.

TV is trying to track the old man's funeral. The hostess in a suit looks sad, but her words are in order.

"The old man of Pei's consortium died unexpectedly, which makes people feel very sad. Here, I would like to express my deep condolences to the old man. Now, let's go with the location reporter to see the situation at the old man's funeral..."

The voice just fell, and the TV picture had been switched to the funeral scene.

In Nuo Da's funeral home, the portrait of the old man was hung in the middle, surrounded by countless wreaths, placed there like a long dragon.

Then the picture switched to the middle of the mourning hall. Pei Yihuan was dressed in a black suit, his back was proud and straight, his face was still as handsome as usual, and the noble smell from him became colder and colder.

Mo Wan looked at the screen for a moment, and his eyes fell on the tall figure.

Three days, she should have not seen the dead leopard for three days. Seeing him now, she found that he was thinner in vain.

Especially his face. At this time, the lines on his face are more profound and beautiful, and it also appears more and more charming. The photographer seems to be attracted by his so handsome appearance. The lens stays on Pei Yihuan for a long time before turning away.

Her heart was slightly lost and distressed, and the camera was left to the people who came to mourn.

Among the people who came and went were women and men, all dressed in black suits, bowing in front of the mourning hall.

As all the people who went to mourn were a dignitaries, the staff of the TV station even made subtitles at the bottom of the screen one by one.

It was not until ten o'clock in the evening that Mo Wan got up and went to the room. He lay in bed. I don't know why he didn't feel sleepy at all.

Leaning on the head of the bed, she was stunned. At this time, the door of the room was suddenly pushed open.

In his heart, Mo Wan's eyes looked at the door in surprise. Pei Yihuan, wearing a long black wind suit, came in with Shuanger in his arms.

Shuanger was wearing a small black suit, her small face was covered with tears, and her eyes were whirling with tears.

Seeing Mo Wan on the bed, his tears couldn't help flowing more fiercely, and his voice was dry: "little sister-in-law, daddy, don't frost..."

Just such a simple sentence, Mo Wan's pantothenic acid appeared in his heart, and his eyes were wet.

She stretched out her hand and pressed down the wet feeling. She got up and got out of bed. Then she took Shuanger from Pei Yihuan and tried to make herself smile: "whose daddy doesn't want Shuanger?"

"Daddy just doesn't want Shuanger, third brother... Third brother Shuanger will never see daddy... So be obedient..." Pei Yihuan was out of breath and his little cheek was red with tears: "Shuanger... I haven't seen daddy for three days... Shuanger really misses Daddy..."

Reaching out, Mo Wan gently wiped the tears on his cheeks, and his heart was also followed by a pain: "Daddy didn't want Shuanger, but went to a far, far place, but he was still looking at Shuanger. If he saw Shuanger crying, he would be distressed."

"Where is the place far away?" Pei Yishuang asked.

After a pause, Mo Wan slowly said, "heaven."

"Sister in law, is that place beautiful? Comfortable? Happy?"

"The place is beautiful, everything is white, even the bed and quilt are white, the bed is soft and soft, and there are more angels there, who will be very happy..." her voice is very slow and slow.

"In fact, sister-in-law, don't lie to me. I know that daddy is not going to heaven, but dead. Shuanger will never see him, but heaven is so beautiful and comfortable. Shuanger still hopes that Daddy can go to heaven... Third brother Shuanger is too young... Daddy has been worried about Shuanger... Shuanger is growing up... When Shuanger misses daddy too much... Go to see daddy's picture Film... Shuanger should be sensible slowly... Let daddy rest assured... "

Shuanger was crying and wiping the tears on her cheeks with her hands. Her young voice was full of firmness and understanding.

Mo's tears couldn't help flowing down. She held the soft little body in her arms tightly, and the pain in her heart was unspeakable.

"Little sister-in-law, you feel so painful holding Shuanger. Shuanger wants to sleep. Will you take Shuanger to sleep?" his voice choked: "as long as you fall asleep... Shuanger can see daddy in his sleep... Shuanger really wants Daddy..."

"OK..." the hand that has been holding tightly loosened some. Mo took Shuanger out of bed, took off his clothes and covered him with a quilt. fourteen million seven hundred and fifty-seven thousand two hundred and forty-six

Pei Yihuan's face was like an invisible vortex. His eyes flashed over Shuanger. He took off his windbreaker and suit and threw them on the sofa at will, and then walked towards the bathroom.

The phone call she picked up in the living room at noon suddenly came to mind. Her eyes fell on his back: "I have something to tell you..."

Without words or turning around, Pei Yihuan's tall body just stopped in place and turned his back to her.

"At noon, Zuo LAN called. Her young master has woken up and can return home in a while..."

She conveyed Zuo Lan's words word by word

With a cold answer, he moved his long legs and continued to walk towards the bathroom.

Because his back was facing her, he didn't see the look on his face, but heard the cold hum without any temperature

Her eyebrows wrinkled, no more words, but gently patted Shuanger, trying to coax him to sleep.

It may also be that he was really tired after a few days without rest. Without five minutes, his steady breathing came into his ears.

After covering Shuanger with a quilt, Mo Wan's eyes fell on the bathroom door, but the bathroom door never opened.

At the thought of the thin face of the dead leopard, she sipped her lips, and then turned over and got out of bed.

In the kitchen.

She was cooking porridge in her apron. The white heat was floating in the air, and the aroma of porridge soon came out.

After waiting for a moment, Mo Wan poured the porridge into the bowl, then served it and gently went upstairs.

When he opened the door of the room, Pei Yihuan had come out of the bathroom. Wearing only a bathrobe, he stood in front of the huge French window. The window opened, white smoke floated out from his fingers, and the bright fire was still flashing.