Wen Xinnuan seemed to have received an amnesty and rushed out: "Don't leave, give the child back to me. I will agree to whatever you want me to do."
"..."
"If you want me to die, I will give my life to you." She ran over to hug her son uncomfortably, "Bill's mother is here, and she will never leave you."
Bill got into his mother's arms as he wished and was finally satisfied, sobbing and wiping away tears.
Luo Lei raised his eyebrows coldly: "Wen Xinnuan, don't forget your promise."
Wen Xinnuan hugged her son and said nothing.
Luo Lei looked at his watch again - he frowned, damn, he had wasted enough time today.
After giving some instructions to the bodyguard, he strode forward.
Jing Jiaren came over and asked, "Where is he going?"
"I don't know. Maybe he rushed back to attend the banquet, or maybe he is very busy at work. He has always been like this." Wen Xinnuan is used to it. "The total time he has been with us is not more than a week."
This man is simply worse than Ximen Longting!
Jing Jiaren frowned - no, how can he be compared with Ximen Longting.
In the blink of an eye, she started laughing at herself again, why could she never forget Ximen Longting and want to make comparisons with everyone she saw? No matter how good Ximen Longting was, he didn't belong to her.
Naturally, they were sent to the villa under the supervision of bodyguards.
Bill cried for too long and his eyes were drowsy all the time. But he didn't dare to sleep in the car for fear that his mother would be gone. No matter how much Wen Xinnuan coaxed him, it would be useless.
Jing Jiaren smiled lightly: "He is very attached to you."
"Baby and I are one." Wen Xinnuan also smiled, "If I hadn't been sent to China this time, he and I would have never been separated for a day."
Jing Jiaren suddenly wanted to have a child too.
Only children are the only ones who truly belong to you and are loyal to you, unlike men...
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He pulled up his white gloves by his slender hand and placed them on the keys.
The black piano shines brightly, and a beautiful rose is stuck in a narrow-necked glass vase on the piano stand.
The petals slowly fall down...
The fingers wandered over the piano to check the sound, and the devil's melody sounded in the spacious and luxurious living room.
It's "Black Sunday."
The complete version of this song has been destroyed all over the world, and only the fifth bar of this song that is widely circulated can be found...
It was born in France in 1932 and was destroyed in 1945. It is said that no one who actually listened to this piece of music survived. It uses infrasound waves and other means to stimulate the cerebral cortex nerves, the human brain and the frequency of 20HZ
Infrasound waves can resonate, which cannot be restrained by willpower. The scale of this music exceeds the limit of human tolerance, so it is also called "death music" or "the devil's invitation."
Leng Lintian's handsome profile was reflected on the black piano stand.
He played the devil's voice indifferently.
He only knows a small part of this piece of music, because this melody echoes in his mind all the time.
He remembered Leng's mother's death. She died on the keys after playing this melody as usual.
Panic footsteps knocked outside the door——
Xiaoyi heard the melody of the piano, opened the door suddenly, and felt slightly relieved when she saw the man in front of the piano.
What followed was great joy.
"Master, you wake up!"
She just took a short rest, and when she woke up, she suddenly saw the big bed was empty and no one was there!