Master's Fascinating And Valiant Wife

Before she could sort out her thoughts, the servant's hurried voice sounded again: "Miss Mo, please hurry up. The master has been waiting in the study."

With doubts in her heart, she changed her clothes in twos and threes and walked with the servant towards the study.

Pei Zhenjiang still sat in his last position. When he saw Mo Wan coming in, he took off his glasses on his face and said, "how's it going?"

"Not much." Mo Wan answered truthfully, "it should be said that there is no progress."

With a slight smile, Pei Zhenjiang looked at her: "is my second son very difficult?"

"How can I find you are still a little proud." Mo looked at the ray of light in his eyes.

"I'm a little proud. If I hadn't seen your ID card, I would never believe you were only eighteen." Pei Zhenjiang sighed lightly: "you are too mature and calm and rational than children of your age."

Calm and rational?

There may be some on her, but when facing Pei Yihuan, she felt that she had only anger, impulse and panic, and could not even touch the edge of reason and wisdom.

Mo Wan's cheek didn't have much expression, but said faintly: "what kind of environment creates what kind of character, you didn't come to me just to chat?"

Without words, Pei Zhenjiang opened the drawer behind his desk, took out a sandalwood box from it, and handed it to Mo Wan.

The box is very exquisite. There are gold carvings on the edge. At a glance, she knows that it is valuable. She looked at it suspiciously and wondered, "what is this?"

"This is the urn of the second mother." Pei Zhenjiang's eyes fell deeply on the box, some affectionate and some sad.

"Urn?" she murmured, but her head was more foggy: "what will you do for me?"

Pei Zhenjiang glanced at her: "you haven't been unable to make a dick."

"There is a great relationship between the two?" how did she feel that the Pei family was becoming more and more mysterious?

"This is what the second wants most. It may help you."

What Pei Yihuan wanted most was her mother's urn. She swallowed her saliva and stared at the urn carefully.

"Well, that's all I have to say. It's getting late. Go and have a rest."

Until he returned to his room, Mo Wan's thoughts were still circling around the urn.

The more she thought, the more strange and strange she felt. What she wanted most was nothing else. It would be an urn!!!

Rich and powerful families have some strange secrets. It turns out that even the Pei family is the same!

But what kind of secret will it be?

Staring at the classic and luxurious urn, Mo Wan went to bed, closed his eyes and went to sleep.

The next morning.

It has just snowed, the weather is not very good, the sky is covered with a layer of cloudy clouds, and the cold wind is blowing.

After a night's sleep, Mo Wan's disease has basically recovered, and her resistance has always been very good.

When I opened the door, I saw Pei Yishuang sitting at the door of her room with a Tibetan mastiff. He was not as tall as a Tibetan mastiff. Pei Yishuang could not be seen from the side. It was very funny.

Seeing the door open, Pei Yishuang jumped into Mo's arms and hugged her neck.

"Why didn't Xiao Wuer go to school?" she tapped his nose.

"Today is Sunday. My sister will take me and jiu'er to play together, OK?" he blinked with eager eyes.

"What does the little five want to play?"