Lin Mengya has never been a person who likes to anger others, but she just saw her child getting sick, so she became a little anxious.
However, after Mo Yan's situation stabilized, she also regained her sanity.
The breathing of the little body in her arms returned to normal. He turned over habitually and arched himself in her arms. After finding a comfortable position, his little face was buried in Lin Mengya's arms and he fell asleep again.
But this time, he would not lose his breath quietly.
But this does not mean that the child is safe.
Lin Mengya gently placed Mo Yan on the bed. .??.
Next to him, Bai Su also gently covered him with a quilt, and the two of them left to talk.
"Besides playing in the snow, how has he been eating these days?"
Lin Mengya couldn't take her eyes off the little figure behind the curtain.
Bai Su is also very detail-oriented, down to how many mouthfuls of soup he drank during a certain meal.
Come to think of it, I really put a lot of thought into it.
However, the disease came on strangely, and no matter how hard she and her teacher racked their brains, they couldn't figure out the cause of Mo Yan's illness.
While the two were talking, Fang Rao also walked over cautiously from outside.
She still somewhat blamed herself.
Especially when he knew that Xiao Moyan might get sick, he still took his children out to play in the snow.
She was a little embarrassed and felt a little uncomfortable.
It seems that she is still not very good at being a mother.
My own child is like this, my adopted son is also crooked, and it has also affected other people's children.
"Aunt Fang, don't feel too guilty. I know this matter has nothing to do with you."
Lin Mengya wondered if her attitude just now caused Aunt Fang to misunderstand something.
But when the latter heard this, his eyes turned red.
"You blame me. If anything happens to this child, I should pay for it even if I die."
Lin Mengya didn't know what Aunt Fang was feeling.
Holding the other person's hand, her tone was firm but gentle.
"I know you really like him. Although Mo Yan's situation is special, I don't want us to treat him like a porcelain doll. Even if he really can't be cured in the end, I still want to be happy with him for the rest of his time.
Heart, not fear."
Fang Rao's mood did not improve much because of her explanation.
As a mother, although she has never personally raised her own child, what mother can watch her child die?
She wiped the tears from her face, held Lin Mengya's hand, and sat down.
"Tell me, is the ancient clan's secret treasure you are looking for related to Mo Yan's illness?"
Lin Mengya was a little surprised, but she still nodded.
She somewhat guessed what Aunt Fang meant, but She shook her head.
"I know this well, and I will never give up on my child."
She had just refused Elder Zhao's solicitation, but she had relied on Aunt Fang's sympathy to get benefits. She couldn't do this kind of thing.
"I know you are a strong person, but the child's condition cannot be delayed. Besides, even if I want to help you, what I can do is limited. After all, the secret treasure of the ancient clan has not been seen for many years. Is it still there?
No, I don’t know either.”
Fang Rao wanted to help her.
Even so, Lin Mengya still declined.
"I know, but I still have some energy left now. When I really need Aunt Fang's help, I won't be polite."
After receiving her words, Fang Rao felt better and his mood relaxed a lot.
After asking a few words about Mo Yan, she saw that Aunt Fang seemed to be hesitant to speak, and she became convinced.
"Aunt Fang wants to know about the Zhao family, right?"
She didn't directly talk about Elder Zhao, just the Zhao family.
Fang Rao sighed, "I've always felt uneasy these days. I've lived in that place for more than ten years, but it's not my home. Maybe I should take advantage of this opportunity to start a new life.
"
If people have made a decision, they will not be so indecisive and in a dilemma.
She could see the wavering in Aunt Fang's heart.
After thinking for a while, she made a fairly pertinent suggestion.
"If Aunt Fang really wants to start over, I think you have to come to an end, at least on the Zhao family's side."
She told Aunt Fang everything that had happened recently.
As for the explanation, that is Elder Zhao's business and has nothing to do with her.
However, Aunt Fang's reaction was somewhat beyond her expectation.
From beginning to end, Aunt Fang was calm, even accepting the reality too calmly.
This made Lin Mengya a little puzzled.
Could it be that she guessed wrong and Aunt Fang doesn't care about Elder Zhao at all?
"Aunt Fang, aren't you angry?"
In the end, she couldn't help but ask.
Aunt Fang just shook her head, and she even saw a bit of relief in Aunt Fang's eyes.
"There's nothing to be angry about. I just feel that this day has finally come."
What does it mean?
Aunt Fang covered her chest.
She thought that her heart had always only beat for her late husband, but even she had to admit that in the more than ten years she had been with Zhao Yixuan, this place was not
No feeling at all.
Ever since she realized that she might have changed her mind, she had been tortured day and night until she could sleep peacefully.
On one side is her undying lover, on the other side is her deep and loyal enemy.
No one has it harder than her.
That's why she has been using spikes to hurt Zhao Yixuan for ten years.
But what she didn't expect was that this man actually persisted.
Just when she felt that she might not be able to endure it any longer, this unexpected incident was like a decision made by God for her.
"Huo Lang has always been the only one in my heart. It's good that if I help him, he will be able to forget about me in the future."
She spoke so freely, but Lin Mengya could read the sadness in Aunt Fang's eyes.
Is it a fulfillment? Or is it a compromise? Perhaps only Aunt Fang herself knows this matter.
"I don't think Elder Zhao likes Mrs. Duan," Lin Mengya said.
She was just stating the facts.
In fact, Elder Zhao not only dislikes Mrs. Duan, the two of them are more like old enemies than old lovers.
But Aunt Fang's mind has been made up, and she can't persuade her with just a few words.
"Whether he likes it or not, after all, they have an old relationship, and he should give the mother and son a status."
Fang Rao has already made plans.
"But whether they have rekindled their old feelings or are ungrateful, it doesn't matter to me. I just have to get back what I deserve."
That was Huo Lang's only legacy.
Over the years, she devoted herself to management, and then she secretly united with people who had the same experience as her to secretly organize a small force.
And through the operation of these people, the property Huo Lang left behind has now become a considerable amount of wealth.
She could give up Mrs. Zhao's position, but those things were all left by her to their son.
Lin Mengya also knew that there was nothing she could do to persuade her, but some things could not be explained clearly until they met in person.
"That's fine, now is a good opportunity. However, if you suddenly appear, I'm afraid you will scare Elder Zhao's friends."
You can go back, but if a "dead" person suddenly comes back to life, wouldn't it be scary to death?
Of course, Lin Mengya had never heard of such nonsense as resurrecting the dead.
But there has to be a process anyway, and those people are not stupid and are not easy to fool.
Therefore, she had already laid a small foreshadowing for this day.
That night, Lin Mengya returned to Zhao's house openly and openly.
As a member of the current Zhao family As an acting housekeeper, and in addition she is responsible for the heating work in the city, her frequent visits to and from the Zhao Mansion will not arouse the suspicion of interested people.
But that night, ghosts began to appear in the Zhao family.
Someone mentioned that at night, he saw a dark figure walking past him, but when he chased it, he found that there was nothing there.
And the weirdest thing was that there were no other people's footprints except for his own footprints on the snow that was up to his calves.
Someone else said that he heard someone crying intermittently outside last night.
He still couldn't find anyone crying, but he found a few small blood-red ice droplets on the snow, which looked like blood tears.
Strange events like this appeared almost overnight.
After three or four days of fussing about this several times, rumors gradually emerged again.
It is said that this time, it is still the spirit of the late madam that comes out to cause trouble.
And the situation became even more intense, with some actually saying that the late Madam was looking for a scapegoat.
All in all, it sounded so weird and inexplicable that just by listening to it, you would feel chills running down your back, as if you were being stared at by something.
"I quit!"
The thief who has been pretending to be scary these days complained in tears.
The couple were simply playing tricks on him!
It was still windy and snowy in the middle of the night, and everyone was lying in warm quilts. He was so unlucky that not only could he not get any rest, but he also had to go out and play tricks.
He has been so cold these past few days that his body has lost all flexibility.
If this continues, he will turn into a ghost and freeze to death!
Lin Mengya was also a little embarrassed and handed the other person a small box of ointment and a bottle of medicated oil.
"What you are most afraid of doing this kind of work is that your limbs will be frozen. If you use these two things frequently, they will increase the blood circulation in your body and make it less likely to get frostbite."
She meant well, but that stingy guy Long Tianyu immediately showed a look of dissatisfaction on his face.
Little does he know that this was made by his wife herself.
Hehe, even that guy with three-legged cat kung fu is worthy of it?
The thief immediately smiled and quickly accepted the lady's gift.
"Thank you, madam. Oh, you and His Highness are a perfect match. One is generous and the other is kind. It is a great honor for me to serve you two."
After boasting a rainbow fart, Long Tianyu's face became better.
Isn't it just ointment? What he is taking now is carefully prepared by Madam. How can others get such treatment?
Forget it, let him go.
The master thief, who had no idea that he had been on the verge of life and death, just felt that the room had suddenly become much warmer?
