The Demon-Like Lover of the Playful Lord

Chapter 37: she is dead

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Mu Changan brought Bixin to Ling Jiaoyu's yard, and just when he walked to the gate of the yard, he heard Ling Jiaoyu yelling that there was a ghost, and when he saw Mu Changan coming in, he shrank under the blanket in fright She didn't have the domineering look in front of her before, and the shivering look made people look pitiful.

Seeing Ling Jiaoyu frightened like this, Mu Changan shook his head. This little girl's courage was nothing more than that, but she was just a paper tiger. In comparison, Ning Shuxian was much more vicious than her.

Madam Ling sat on the edge of the bed and coaxed softly, feeling very sorry for her daughter.

The old lady at the side was wearing a crimson purple dress, frowning, with a slightly sullen face, she had the aura of the hostess of a big family, she was concealed, but it made people dare not be presumptuous.

Mu Changan politely called his grandmother, then his mother, and then stepped forward and asked with concern, "What's wrong with my sister?"

Ling Jiaoyu raised her eyes and met Mu Changan's concerned eyes, her face was full of horror, "You are obviously dead, why are you still here, don't come here, don't come here."

"What nonsense is my sister talking about? Could it be that she had a nightmare last night?"

"I obviously sent you to that yard. The gate of the yard is locked, so you can't come out."

Mu Changan sighed softly, "My sister is really confused. I did go to that yard yesterday, but the gate of the yard was not locked. How could my sister do such a thing? After I went in and walked around, I didn't find anything suspicious. I went back to my yard."

"I… "

Ling Jiaoyu knew that Mu Changan had lied, and just about to expose Mu Changan, Madam Ling had already interrupted Ling Jiaoyu, "Jiaoyu, what Wanying said is right, you are just having a nightmare, take a good rest, and stop thinking about it."

Mrs. Ling knew about what happened yesterday, but the old lady didn't know. Although the old lady didn't like Mu Changan, she would not let them punish Mu Changan like this. No matter what, now that Mu Changan is the future Princess Rui, even if she married If you are going to die in the past, then you have to marry well.

That's why Madam Ling interrupted Ling Jiaoyu's words. Mu Changan was still acquainted, and she didn't cry about what happened yesterday in front of the old lady. She herself was very surprised how Mu Changan left the courtyard.

"Mother, that's not a dream. If you don't believe me, touch her heartbeat. She's really dead."

Originally, Ling Jiaoyu thought all this was a dream, but when she opened her eyes, she found that she remembered it so clearly, and finally saw bright red blood on her hand, she became more and more sure that it was not a dream.

Mu Changan was already dead, and she was terrified by the thought that popped up. She didn't know how Mu Changan died, nor what happened to Mu Changan in front of her. She only knew the hands and feet of the man she touched last night. It is cold, and there is no heartbeat, this is the most important point, if it is a living person, it is impossible to have no heartbeat.

The old lady frowned more and more tightly, "Jiaoyu, have you had enough trouble, how can you look like a boudoir lady in such a noisy place?"

Ling Jiaoyu was very aggrieved, and wanted to argue at first, but Madam Ling shook her head at her, and Ling Jiaoyu swallowed those words she wanted to say.

The old lady had a headache. Ever since she entered the gate of the yard, she had been listening to Ling Jiaoyu chanting. Her head was already a little swollen. Mu Changan reached out to support the old lady, "Grandmother, are you okay! Why don't I take you back? My sister is also having a nightmare, so don't be angry, grandma."

The old lady nodded and signaled Mu Changan to help her go back, and Mu Changan went out with the old lady. She can play the role of a good girl in the general's mansion very well, and can also deal with the people in the general's mansion with ease.

But in front of Ye Jingrong, he couldn't play a woman who admired him, no matter how stiff he looked, I really didn't know whether I was too resistant to Ye Jingrong, or Ye Jingrong's eyes were too deep, making people unable to act involuntarily.

"Mother, what I said is true, Ling Wanying is really dead."

After the old lady left, Ling Jiaoyu grabbed Madam Ling's hand, the look of fear in her eyes still lingered.

"Jiaoyu, you have also seen that Ling Wanying is alive and well, that is a dream."

"They don't believe me, mother, don't you believe me too?"

In order to appease her daughter, Mrs. Ling said she believed it, but her eyes showed disbelief, and she only thought Ling Jiaoyu was talking nonsense.