That night, Bo Nuanyang couldn't sleep well. Shanshan stayed with her and couldn't help but feel worried when she saw her tossing and turning.

And Bo Nuanyang was in a trance, as if he had a dream.

She dreamed of the day Susan Jiang died.

Jiang Kaihua said that Susan Jiang plucked out all the poppies in the greenhouse while the servants were not paying attention. The poppies were poisonous and she had no intention of living.

But if she didn't want to live, why did she ask for help from herself?

With this thought, Susan Jiang's face instantly appeared in front of her eyes. Her face was pale, but her lips were bright and bleeding, and her voice was hollow and light: "No, no, no... someone hurt me..."

Every pore of Bo Nuanyang stood up, and she could clearly feel the dense pimples on her cheeks.

"Who harmed you?"

She subconsciously asked in a tight voice.

Susan Jiang kept crying: "It must be that person, it must be him..."

Bo Nuanyang asked: "Who?"

"It's him, it must be him," Susan Jiang's eyes suddenly filled with tears of blood, and her voice was so sharp that it penetrated her eardrums, "Kill him!! Kill him!!!"

Bo Nuanyang held his breath, the soles of his feet seemed to be filled with lead, and he could not move a step.

Shanshan calls her anxiously, but can't wake her up. Knowing that she is suffering from a nightmare, she panics and plans to get out of bed and call the doctor.

The next moment, she heard a knock on the door.

The sky outside the house turned white, and it was dawn.

After opening the door, the man was covered in wind and frost, and his hair was raked into a mess. He stepped into the house in two or two steps, and his voice was hoarse because he hadn't rested well: "Is she okay?"

"I'm having a nightmare," Shanshan quickly confesses, "I can't wake up if I scream."

Zuo Dian didn't care about anything else and walked quickly to the bedside of the bedroom. The girl on the bed was sweating on her forehead, her brows were furrowed in uneasiness, and she kept talking nonsense.

His heart was tightened, and he half-knelt on the footrest, leaned over and called her: "Baby, be good, wake up..."

As if hearing his voice, Bo Nuanyang's thoughts suddenly stopped.

She suddenly opened her eyes, and the focus of her pupils was endless.

"Wife," Zuo Dian was heartbroken and held her face in his hands, "Little ancestor, you can't scare your husband like this. Quickly see who I am, okay?"

The breath that Bo Nuanyang had been holding in her chest suddenly had a leak. She slowly closed her eyes and her breathing gradually became steady.

Her forehead was pressed by the man's cool lips, and it was an extremely gentle and passionate kiss.

For a while, the bedroom was quiet, and it seemed that more sounds could be heard in the courtyard.

Bo Nuanyang's throat was scratched by nightmares and was dull, with a hint of crying: "Husband, did the murderer know about Susan Jiang's return?"

Zuo Dian didn't forbid her from thinking about this matter this time. He knew that if she didn't understand this matter clearly, she would keep thinking about it.

He was patient and persuasive: "How do you say it?"

"Susan Jiang will not commit suicide," Bo Nuanyang sniffed and whispered, "She has been waiting for so many years and was finally rescued. She will not..."

Zuo Dian held her upper body in his arms: "Well, do you suspect that the murderer knew about her return, and then the murderer was afraid and looked for an opportunity to kill her?"

"..." Bo Nuanyang tilted her head back and looked into his eyes, "But Jiang Kaihua said that she ate the flower herself."

Zuo Dian put his palm against her cheek and rubbed it with his fingertips. After thinking about it for a moment, his finger movements stopped.

He looked down at her.

The two looked at each other.

It was as if they all saw the same meaning in each other's eyes.

On the first night of Jiang Susan's death, apart from the Jiang family, she only saw one outsider——

The Jiang family hired a psychotherapist for her.

He is also Zhao Tianlan’s teacher.

"That's wrong," Bao Nuanyang couldn't figure it out. "If Zhao Tianlan's teacher colludes with Zhao Songshi, then how come Zhao Tianlan still has contact with her?"

Zuo Dian's eyes were deep, he pursed his lips slightly, and said softly: "Two possibilities, one is that Zhao Tianlan does not know that her teacher knows Zhao Songshi, and the other is that the relationship between Zhao Tianlan and Zhao Songshi is not as we thought.

That’s so bad.”

He lowered his eyes, his gaze became warm and soft again, and he focused on her face: "Be good, I will remind Jiang Kaihua to check on this psychologist, and let's take good care of the baby, okay?"

Bo Nuanyang hummed softly, and she snuggled into the man's arms, her heart falling back to its original position.

She rubbed her cheek against the man's chest and whispered softly: "Honey, sleep with me."

Zuo Dian breathed out a smile and joked in a gravelly voice: "Look at you, you can't live without me all night. I've been wearing these clothes for two days, don't they smell?"

When I returned to my new house yesterday, I hurried back without even having time to take a shower.

"It doesn't stink," Bo Nuanyang closed his eyes and raised the corners of his lips, "My husband smells good."

Smell his breath and listen to his whispers.

The nightmare was gone.

There was a smile in Zuo Dian's eyes, and he gently held her body, patting her back with his palms, coaxing her to sleep.

When he was about to fall asleep, Bo Nuanyang hummed in his arms: "You are so anxious that you didn't even have time to invite Hu Yanqing to dinner."

"..."

She smiled softly and said in a soft voice: "Then when I get back to invite her, we can invite her together."

Zuo Dian couldn't say a word "um" in his throat for a long time.

Fortunately, she had fallen asleep and didn't notice anything strange about him.

-

When Bo Nuanyang woke up, it was almost noon, and the servants outside seemed to have been given instructions and did not come to call her.

There was the sound of water in the bathroom, and Bo Nuanyang was in a trance. Only at this moment did she realize clearly that Zuo Dian was back.

She pursed her lips, feeling a little guilty.

It's really hard for him to run back and forth like this.

Thinking to herself, Bo Nuanyang picked up her phone at random and clicked on it to check the messages. Finally, she scrolled through her circle of friends and saw an update from Hu Yanqing early in the morning.

It’s the sunrise in Ning City.

Bo Nuanyang's lips curved slightly, and he gave her a like, then clicked on her profile picture, and sent her the bracelet he took yesterday: [I'll give it to you later.]

And Hu Yanqing immediately replied: [Okay.]

Bo Nuanyang blinked, feeling that her reply was too concise.

She didn't even call herself "sister" or "baby".

Not quite like her style.

There was the sound of slippers lazily approaching in her ears. She didn't think much about it. She raised her head with a smile and shouted sweetly: "Husband, husband..."

Zuo Dian couldn't hold back a laugh. He washed himself, changed into clean clothes, and became the handsome and flamboyant man again.

"You've had enough sleep, don't make any noise anymore?"

Bo Nuanyang stood up with a groan, opened her thin arms, and said coquettishly to him: "Hug, I miss my husband so much."

"..." Zuo Dian laughed uncontrollably, pulled her into his arms and kissed her twice, "Did you do something wrong?"

She had a secret meal with Wang Yian, and she went to Song Xianjing's house in the middle of the night, and she even got intimate with them...

There are plenty of them.

Bo Nuanyang clung to his strong body, rubbing him and pestering him: "Don't be cruel to me, or I'll cry to you."

Zuo Dian patted her fleshy buttocks with his palms, punished her meaningfully, and then helped her change clothes.

"Tomorrow is New Year's Eve. I'll stay at home in the afternoon and prepare a New Year's gift for you. You can choose it yourself."

Bo Nuanyang was curious: "What gift?"

"Huh?" Zuo Dian kept moving and replied with a smile, "We have everything. You can choose it yourself and let the model show it to you."

It wasn't until Bo Nuanyang saw the long row of high-end salesmen that he understood what Zuodian meant.

Wang Jing and Shanshan were by her side. Wang Jing half-covered her mouth and smiled: "Hey, brother-in-law, I'm afraid you'll be tired trying it on yourself."

From jewelry and bags to clothes and shoes, Bo Nuanyang only needs to flip through the picture album, and there will be models showing her around, and sales will be waiting on her.

Shanshan is dumbfounded and whispers: "This is too luxurious. These models are all famous celebrities."

The Gu family is not weak, but they don't dare to be so arrogant.

Bo Nuanyang felt that it was too extravagant and was too embarrassed to let others come in vain, so he carefully picked out a few items and helped the family pick out some items, but his interest waned.

She was silent for a few seconds, then suddenly held her cheek and whispered, "I want to eat sweets."

Wang Jing: "..."
To be continued...