People in Hong Kong live a meticulous and particular life, and the first month of the year is full of joy.
After Song Yunxuan returned from the hospital for examination, her drowsiness did not change.
Chu Mochen invited a private doctor in Hong Kong City to check on Song Yunxuan's condition. The doctor only said that Song Yunxuan was weak in energy and blood and needed to be replenished.
So, after listening to the doctor's words, Song Yunxuan's family was surrounded by a flood of various blood supplements for several days.
A cup of bird's nest in the morning, black-bone chicken soup at noon, and various blood-tonifying soups in the evening.
Song Yunxuan lost her appetite.
After drinking a bowl, I wish I could spit out most of it.
Chu Mochen needed to take care of his family friends in Hong Kong City, and he even went back to Yuncheng in the meantime.
Song Yunxuan received news from Shao Xue that Yuncheng was still at peace.
After all, Shao Tianze changed the Gu family to the Shao family, and for the time being he had to appease the troubles caused by the internal transfer of power.
I don't have much energy to deal with outsiders.
In the afternoon, she was wrapped in a blanket and lazily looking at the scenery in the garden.
The sunlight was clear and clean, shining through the floor-to-ceiling windows and shining on the soles of her feet.
As he looked at it, he felt dizzy and lowered his eyelids.
In a trance, he fell asleep.
This dream was unusually quiet.
Vaguely, the figure of Song Yunxuan's mother appeared in the dream.
She was a beautiful woman with a slender figure, clear eyebrows, a pointed chin, and a pair of eyes that were looking forward to her appearance. Her aura was as attractive as coming from her bones.
In the early years, Song Yunxuan's mother Fan Caidi was still very popular in the entertainment industry for a while.
At that time, Fan Caidi would be given a role that was neither minor nor major in the martial arts films jointly produced by mainland China and Hong Kong.
And Fan Caidi always has the luck to play this neither light nor important role vividly, even overshadowing the protagonist's momentum.
On the other hand, Gu Changge felt that Fan Caidi's daughter Song Yunxuan did not inherit such a good acting talent.
Otherwise, she would not have died on the way before entering the Song family's gate.
She felt sorry, but also felt lucky.
If Song Yunxuan hadn't died, how could she have been reborn as Gu Changge.
She missed those people.
Missing those who once lived around her and were closely related to her.
For example -
"Xiao Yi... Miaomiao? Xiao Yi..."
Subconsciously, I muttered it.
There was liquid oozing out from the corners of his eyes and flowing down his cheeks.
She was trapped in such thoughts and couldn't get out.
But someone gently stretched out his hand, put his finger skin against her cheek, and gently wiped away the tears on her face.
At first she thought it was still a dream.
It wasn't until the temperature of the finger became more and more real that she suddenly opened her eyes.
Then…
The whole person was tense!
Chu Mochen's face appeared in front of her. Under his heroic eyebrows, a pair of eyes looked at her with complicated emotions.
She felt that her fingertips were a little stiff, and the shocked expression on her face had not yet calmed down.
"You just..." He opened his lips and stared at her, "Who were you calling?"
She was stunned, slowly lowered her eyes, and frowned silently: "I..."
She felt that she couldn't explain herself at all.
Gu Yi, Miaomiao.
That was the child she gave birth to after ten months of pregnancy.
Their bone and blood necklaces, even if they change their bodies, are still unforgettable as long as they have memories.
"Whose name are you calling?" Chu Mochen looked at her.
She raised her eyes to look into his eyes, and her voice was dry: "I had a dream."
"What dream?" He had just come back from outside. He was wearing a simple white shirt and overalls. The rolled up sleeves and spread collar were particularly sexy.
She suddenly calmed down, smiled slightly, and answered him: "I dreamed that I gave birth to two children for you. One is named Xiaoyi and the other is Miaomiao."
She answered so smoothly that it almost didn't look like she was lying.
But Chu Mochen obviously didn't believe it. He looked at her with dark eyes, and there was a flash of pain in his eyes.
Song Yunxuan asked him with concern: "Did you just come back from outside? Are you tired? Do you want to take a rest?"
She stood up from the wicker chair, and Chu Mochen's hand suddenly held hers.
She paused slightly and turned to look at him.
He was still squatting half-crouched on her wicker chair, but at this moment, his bangs were slightly hanging down, covering his eyes that were as thick as ancient wells: "What you just said was the name Changge gave her children."
Song Yunxuan looked at her.
You could feel his fingers tightening around hers.
Getting tighter.
Song Yunxuan said nothing in this weird silence.
Chu Mochen asked her, "Tell me, is she still alive?"
Song Yunxuan slowly lowered her eyelashes: "How could it be? Didn't Miss Gu's funeral already be held? The ashes were scattered."
This sentence is true.
But the truth is often particularly shocking.
Sure enough, Chu Mochen didn't ask any more questions after hearing this, and remained in a half-kneeling position without moving for a long time.
Song Yunxuan helped him up and let him sit on a wicker chair. Then she asked the servant to bring a wicker chair and sat next to him, quietly basking in the sun with him.
In Gu Changge's impression, such days of quietly basking in the sun were extremely rare.
However, it is indeed so comfortable now.
She had been staying with him silently, thinking she could stay with him all afternoon.
Unexpectedly, only ten minutes later, a servant came from the living room and said softly: "Sir, Miss, a guest is here."
Song Yunxuan turned to look at the servant, wanting to ask who it was.
But Chu Mochen had already stood up from the wicker chair: "You go back to your room to rest first, and I'll go take a look."
Song Yunxuan stood up and wanted to follow.
Chu Mochen turned slightly and told the servant: "Send her to rest."
The servant nodded respectfully: "Yes, sir."
Song Yunxuan was a little helpless, but she knew in her heart that this was not just because Chu Mochen wanted her to pay attention to her health.
The guests coming this time may not be simple.
Thinking of this, she turned around and walked towards the living room.
The servant followed nervously: "Miss Song, sir, I have been asked to take you upstairs to rest."
"Then go this way. Aren't the stairs over here?" She looked sideways at the servant.
The servant saw a light sinking into the water in her eyes, and finally closed her mouth and did not stop her.
…
In the living room, Lu Xia sat on the imported leather sofa. She turned to look at the decoration style of the villa and smiled: "This decoration style is a bit different from that of our port city."
Opposite me, Chu Mochen didn't answer his words. He just opened the lid of the tea cup, stirred up the tea leaves, took a sip, and asked her casually: "Miss Lu is here. I wonder what the reason is?"
Lu Xia smiled and seemed very happy.
She pulled out an invitation from her handbag with her black lace-gloved fingers: "Where's Yunxuan? I'm here to see Yunxuan."
When Chu Mochen saw what she was holding, his eyes darkened: "Yunxuan is not feeling well and is resting."
Lu Xia didn't go to the Three Treasures Hall for nothing, and they weren't very familiar with him.
Moreover, there are conflicts of interest between them.
If she comes to visit today, there is a high probability that there will be nothing good going on.
And this invitation...
Lu Xia seemed to know what he was thinking and raised his hand: "Young Master Chu guessed it right. This is an invitation letter to the Xiao family dinner."
She looked at the direction leading to the second floor, her eyes slightly curved, and she elegantly placed the invitation on the table next to her: "Since Yunxuan is not feeling well, I won't bother you. I'll put the invitation here. Please give it to Mr. Chu to Yun Xuan on my behalf."
After saying that, Lu Xia stood up and left.
Chu Mochen suddenly sneered: "Why did you invite Yun Xuan alone to the Xiao family dinner?"
Lu Xia stopped walking away, and the curve of the corners of his lips became wider, a bit enchanting, but also a bit beautiful and dignified.
She turned slightly sideways and looked back to meet Chu Mochen's sharp, dark eyes: "Young Master Chu, you and I both understand the relationship between the Xiao family and Yun Xuan, so why should we deceive ourselves?"
Chu Mochen's eyebrows instantly became sharp.
Lu Xia, however, suppressed the smile on his face, shook his head slightly with regret, and sighed: "Even deep love can't prevent the overall situation from changing. It's yours, you can hold it in your hands, isn't it?" Yours, you have to let go of me eventually, it’s not sweet to twist my melon.”
What she said was somewhat sarcastic.
Before Chu Mochen could say the next sentence.
She went out and drove away with her white assistant.
Chu Mochen looked at the door of the room.
His fingers clenched into fists and his face turned pale.
After a long time, she turned to look at the invitation letter placed on the table by Lu Xia.
He walked over in one step, his back straight and arrogant.
She picked up the beautifully crafted gilded invitation with her slender fingers, feeling the urge to tear it into pieces.
He finally got Yunxuan.
Why should Yunxuan be sent to the Xiao family again
Even if the Xiao family is in trouble? What does that have to do with him
Yunxuan is the eldest granddaughter of the Xiao family
If Yunxuan was the eldest granddaughter of the Xiao family and sent her to the Xiao family, how could she come back
Use your fingers to pinch the invitation gently, and tear marks will appear on the invitation.
But at this moment, a calm voice suddenly came from behind: "What are you doing?"
The action of tearing the invitation apart suddenly stopped, and his lips pursed thinly.
Behind me came the sound of footsteps getting closer and closer: "Who came just now?"
Song Yunxuan walked towards him and looked at the invitation in his hand. There was a subtle change in the expression on her face.
She was sure that this was an invitation from the Xiao family.
Invitation to the Xiao family dinner.
But, who sent this? Who was invited again? Who invited it
All have important meanings.
Song Yunxuan walked to his side and looked up at the expression on his face: "Aren't you happy?"
Chu Mochen remained silent.
Song Yunxuan's fair fingers stretched out and pinched the gold invitation in his hand: "Show it to me."
Chu Mochen did not let go, but looked at her with some displeasure: "You didn't go to rest?"
"Come down and drink some water."
"Lying." He exposed her without hesitation.
Song Yunxuan did not continue to pretend seriously, but nodded generously: "It is indeed a lie."
Chu Mochen held her wrist: "Why do you want to come down?"
Song Yunxuan got the invitation as she wished, and looked at him with clear eyes: "Don't you think this dinner might be interesting?"
When she said this, her eyes were slightly curved, a bit naughty as a girl.
However, in the depths of his eyes, there was a little bit of coldness.
This bit of coldness was almost completely covered up by her naughtiness, but Chu Mochen was still keenly aware of it.
Song Yunxuan ignored his cold expression, slowly opened the invitation, and smiled when she saw the autograph of the inviter.