"Old Liu!" Aunt Mei just turned out of the small courtyard of the infirmary and saw Uncle Liu standing upright under the streetlight at the corner. She called out softly, looking a little flustered.
"There's no need to hide it from me, I know your relationship." Uncle Liu's face was not as unhappy as expected, and Aunt Mei's anxious heart relaxed.
"It's my fault."
"When he feels better, advise him not to stare at Miss Ling. This will be good for him."
"Yes, I understand." Aunt Mei nodded. Seeing Uncle Liu turn around and leave, she followed him, and then asked softly, "Miss Ling hasn't woken up yet, what do you think the young master said?"
"He didn't say anything. I just saw that he was in a bad mood and didn't eat dinner today."
"Then the old lady doesn't suspect anything?"
"The old lady doesn't know that Miss Ling is sick yet. If she knew, she would be suspicious."
Aunt Mei frowned, as if telling Uncle Liu, or saying to herself: "The old lady is kind-hearted. If she knows, Miss Ling's life may be easier."
Uncle Liu stopped suddenly, his eyes were full of dissatisfaction, he glanced around, and lowered his voice and said: "If you want to stay here well, don't disobey the young master."
Aunt Mei curled her lips, lowered her head and stopped talking.
In the servant building, Wang Ma quietly climbed up to the fourth floor and pushed open Ling Kexin's small room. When Lu Qiaoer saw Wang Ma, she immediately stood up and said with a sad face: "Wang Ma, Miss Ling hasn't woken up yet.
what to do?"
Wang Ma walked to the bedside, looked at Ling Kexin in her sleep, reached out and touched her head, her eyes full of pity, and sighed: "It's such a suffering, oh...it's okay, no matter how hard this child goes, she will be fine."
, I gave her a scare just now, I think she will wake up tomorrow."
"What is a shock?"
"Just to bring back her lost soul."
Lu Qiaoer shuddered violently after hearing this, and her eyes blankly moved to Ling Kexin on the bed... She kept falling asleep because her soul had not returned to her body? Why does it sound so scary?
"squeak……"
There was another slight sound of opening the door behind them. Lu Qiaoer and Wang Ma turned their heads at the same time. When they saw it was Mo Ye, they were both startled. They quickly stepped aside and shouted respectfully: "Young Master!"
"Everyone, get out." Mo Ye said with a cold face and waved his hand.
Seeing that he didn't scold her, Lu Qiaoer hurriedly took Wang Ma's hand and hurried out of the room. Mo Ye closed the door with his backhand and slowly walked to the bedside with his phoenix eyes slightly focused.
The fluorescent lamp in the room was bright, clearly illuminating the little woman on the bed. Her face was so red, so deep purple, her lips were so dry that they seemed to be about to burst, her nose was twitching slightly, and her breathing was sometimes light and sometimes heavy, and thick.
Her eyelashes cover her eyelids, and beneath the shadows, subtle tremors reveal her uneasiness and pain.
Mo Ye sat down and reached out to pick up the towel on her forehead. The towel was half wet and half dry, with warmth. It was obvious that the high temperature in her body had absorbed the water and released a lot of heat.
He lowered his head and saw the basin on the ground. He hesitated for a moment, then bent down and put the towel in the water, rubbed it twice, wrung it out and applied it to her forehead.
When his fingers were about to let go of the towel, he suddenly lifted it up again, with contradictions and entanglements flashing in his eyes... Why should he be soft-hearted? Is she worth it?
Mo Ye closed his eyes lightly, his deeply furrowed brows revealing the complexity of his heart, his fingers trembled slightly, and after a moment, he covered Ling Kexin's head with a towel.
"Little goblin, I hope you won't mess with me again!" He said in his heart, stood up, and turned off the light.
The room immediately became dark, and orange light filtered through the open window. The stars twinkled in the window, and the faint light floated on Ling Kexin's delicate body.
There is no air conditioning in the room, only a floor-standing fan blowing a low-level breeze.
Ling Kexin was wearing a long pair of cotton cartoon pajamas, her hands were spread out calmly, her plump chest rose and fell with her breathing, her feet without socks were white and slender, her round fingers were silent and lifeless.
More Ye stood by the bed and looked at her quietly with the faint light... She was still sleeping for two days. I never expected that her body would be so weak. Every time she had a fever, she would sleep for several hours.
sky.
She turned to look at the table beside the bed. There were medicines on it. The physician specially invited by Mortao said that she was too frightened and must find a way to reduce her fever. However, Lu Qiaoer took care of her for two days and used many methods.
However, the goblin retreated for a while, and then the fever would come back at night.
Could it be that she really lost her soul as Wang Ma said?
In the big villa, Mrs. Mo was about to go back to her room to sleep. Mo Ye walked in from the outside, called "grandma", curled her lips and stopped talking.
"What's wrong? I have something to say." Mrs. Mo looked at him and smiled.
"Grandma, what if a person loses his soul and has a fever and can't wake up?" Mor Ye waved the person away, and then hesitantly spoke.
Mrs. Mo paused and grabbed his hand nervously: "Are you lost?"
"Grandma," Mor Ye wanted to laugh, but held it back, "your eldest grandson has lost his soul, will he still stand in front of you?"
"Oh, who is that?"
"Yes... one of my employees."
"That's right, Ye'er, it's a good thing that you know how to care about your employees," Old Mrs. Mo sat down on the sofa again, thought about it, and then said slowly, "This person has lost his soul, so he has to call it back. Grandma has seen a professional before.
There are goddesses who can summon souls. However, not many people seem to believe in those things now, but grandma still believes in them. If you can find the goddess, you can ask the goddess to summon you."
"Grandma," Moor Ye was confused, "where can we find the goddess?"
"There is a family living next door to the Earth Temple in Laonanmen, our city. Grandma remembers that there was a mother-in-law who could summon spirits."
"Temple of Earth?"
"Yes, that's right. Her surname is Zhao. People used to call her Granny Zhao. After your aunt was frightened when she was a child, her grandma looked for her."
After hearing this, Mo Yiting left. He moved too quickly and accidentally bumped into Mo Yiting, who had just entered the door. She shouted at Mo Yiting's back in confusion: "Brother, where are you going in such a hurry?"
Mo Ye didn't answer, but Mrs. Mo answered her: "I'm looking for the Goddess. I heard that an employee has lost his soul... It's a good thing. Your brother will be considerate and caring for the employees. It's a good thing!"
Mo Yiting curled her lips and muttered: "I've never seen it before."
After saying "good night" to Mrs. Mo, Mo Yiting went upstairs. She stayed in the library for a long time before she came back tonight. Today, the two attendants helped her make an appointment with He Xiaoxiao, but she didn't expect that...
He Xiaoxiao didn't take her seriously at all and made her wait for more than two hours.
Lying on the bed, the more Mo Yiting thought about it, the more unhappy she felt. Why didn't He Xiaoxiao take the bait despite Ling Kexin's absence these days?
She didn't need to ask Mo Ye, she also knew where he must have kept Ling Kexin. This was her elder brother's business and not her place to ask. If she asked more, she might be sent back to the United States.
When she was bored, her cell phone rang. Mo Yiting lazily stood up, picked up the phone and looked at it. When she saw that it was He Xiaoxiao's number, she jumped up happily and shouted excitedly: "Xiao Xiao, it's me,
Where are you?"
"Mo Yiting, are you behind this?" He Xiaoxiao's tone was cold.
Mo Yiting was stunned for a moment, the smile on her face froze for a moment, then she gritted her teeth bitterly and shouted sadly: "Senior, what do you mean? I don't understand."
"Kexin is gone, I can't contact her!" "She's gone, what does it have to do with me?"
"It's none of your business?" There was sarcasm in He Xiaoxiao's voice, but his tone was still cold, "Mo Yiting, we know very well that Ling Kexin gets along very well with all her classmates, but...you are very annoying
she."
"You mean, I hate her, so I will harm her?" Mo Yiting's breathing became difficult, her chest moved, and anger spewed out of her mouth one after another.
There was silence for a while. Maybe he felt that it was too arbitrary. He softened his tone and said with some sadness: "I'm sorry, I'm a little anxious. It's been three days since Kexin was taken away by that man and he didn't return to school. I asked
I met many classmates, and they didn’t know where she went, but I..." He sighed, "I blame my carelessness, I didn’t even write down the license plate number of that car."
It turned out that He Xiaoxiao also came here to test Mo Yiting in a hurry. He should know very well that Ling Kexin left with the boss's driver, and this had nothing to do with Mo Yiting.
Mo Yiting felt very unhappy after hearing this, and she was filled with jealousy. The fact that all the school leaders in the college cared so much about that little girl really made her feel like a failure!
In what way is she inferior to Ling Kexin? When it comes to appearance, there is beauty, when it comes to money, there is money, and when it comes to talent...she can also dance and play the piano.
But why, why is this He Xiaoxiao ignorant of current affairs and not thinking about his future, so he must pursue Ling Kexin, who has no family background?
I’m not convinced, I’m really not convinced! He Xiaoxiao, if you don’t take the bait, I won’t take the bait!
Mo Yiting's eyes narrowed, she bit her lip, and said from between her teeth: "Senior, no matter what you think of me, I will never change my feelings for you, and I will not lose to that stinky girl!"
Before He Xiaoxiao could react, she threw the phone on the bed and shouted, "Ling Kexin, go to hell!"