In other words, Lin Ya is alive.
At that moment, it felt like her brain was short-circuited, and there was only that voice left in her mind, whirling around all the time.
Xiaomian, I am mother, I am mother...
Then Huo Mian may have reacted too much, too intensely, and fainted as soon as her vision went dark...
Then she had a long dream.
In the dream, she was still young, only about five or six years old.
She plays in a beautiful house with a dad and a mom.
"Mianmian, come here quickly..."
Xiaomian stumbled and finally rushed over and into her mother's arms.
The unique warm smell smells like mother's.
Then, she raised her head and looked at that exquisite face that was so exquisite that both humans and gods were outraged...
Suddenly... the scene changed and it looked like herself, or rather, it was Layla.
"Huo Mian, you are finally in my hands..."
Later, Huo Mian woke up from her dream.
She was sweating profusely and looked around in horror.
I really hope this is my home in Nanshan Castle, I really hope I can see my husband when I open my eyes.
When he was at home, Qin Chu would wake up quickly every time he had a nightmare.
Then he patted her back gently to comfort her.
Hugging her from behind gave her a sense of security.
But here... these are still those damn white rooms.
The little guy's violent movements came from his belly...
Huo Mian subconsciously touched her belly.
"Baby, don't be afraid... Mom is here... We have to try our best to escape, okay... We have to go back and see dad and sisters safely..."
Huo Mian said to herself.
Then she rolled over and got off the ground.
Hearing the sound, the maid at the door came in.
"Sister Xiaomian, what do you need?"
Her tone was polite, but the maid always had a poker face and no expression.
Huo Mian even felt that they were emotionless robots.
"Where is that person? I want to see her."
"My lord has gone out. Miss Xiaomian has been unconscious for a day and a night. She needs a good rest."
"Going out? Where did you go?"
"have no idea."
"Where's the Messiah?"
"Messiah is resting. Do you want to call her for you?"
"Forget it, let her rest."
Huo Mian knew that even if he called Messiah, the result would be the same. If he asked her anything, she still wouldn't say much.
"I'm hungry and want to eat something."
"Okay, Miss Xiaomian, whatever you want to eat, we'll prepare it right away."
"I want to eat celery and pork dumplings."
"What?"
The maid obviously found this thing strange.
No wonder, they are all foreign girls, and they have never heard of such Chinese-style things.
"I want to eat dumplings." Huo Mian seemed to be full of grievances, sitting on the chair and breathing heavily.
She really wants to eat dumplings. She wants to eat the dumplings made by her mother Yang Meimei.
I want to eat the black pepper pasta made by my husband.
I want to eat the sweet and sour pork ribs and croquettes made by my mother-in-law.
I want to see Pudding and Douding, and I don’t know how her children are doing
And Su Yu, what happened in that explosion
She has too many concerns in her heart...
Huo Mian lowered her head, tears falling down...
She knew that what she experienced during the day was not a dream. There must be a reason why the woman said it was her mother.
But she doesn't think it's that simple.
After all, she had had Jingde's terrifying experience of the resurrection of the dead before, so she was extremely suspicious of Lin Ya, who claimed to be her mother.
late at night
gk group headquarters
Qin Chu worked overtime until nine o'clock before slowly going downstairs.
Just as I entered the elevator... all the lights in the elevator went out...
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