Yu Yuehan: "This shows that the Mohist family is not completely dictated by Mogan. Otherwise, with the power of the Mohist family, the Yu family would not be afraid at all."
Fan Yu also reacted quickly.
"You mean, as long as we find someone who can restrain Mo Gan, we will have a chance to figure out all the problems?"
Fan Yu put down his water glass and stood up from the sofa.
"Mogan's current goal is Liuliu. It is not suitable for you to go to N City again. Leave the contact with Mo Yongheng to me."
"If necessary, you can find Zheng Yan, she is very familiar with N City, she can help you, but..." Yu Yuehan paused.
Fan Yu raised his eyebrows, "But what?"
Yu Yuehan: "It's nothing, you'll know when you see her."
Fan Yu: "..."
Zheng Yan.
This name sounds like a woman, but why does Yu Yuehan's eyes show the kind of eyes that mention her love rival when she is mentioned
It made Fan Yu a little more curious about this "Zheng Yan".
Put away the business card that Yu Yuehan handed him.
Turn around and leave Yu's villa.
On the sofa in the living room, Nian Xiaomu was still nestled in Yu Yuehan's arms.
Like a child abandoned by his family, he curled up into a ball, hugging him tightly, seeking a sense of security.
Seeing that Fan Yu had left, Yu Yuehan was about to remind her that today was their wedding night.
Nian Xiaomu had already rubbed against his arms, "Yu Yuehan, I feel a little uncomfortable..."
"..."
It just so happened that he was also a little uncomfortable.
I endured it for a day and couldn't kiss or hug.
After finally retreating, she got her to sign the marriage agreement and became his Mrs. Yu.
If he doesn't do something to celebrate, he will feel sorry for himself.
Just as Yu Yuehan was about to carry her back to his room, when he lowered his head, he caught a glimpse of her pale face covered in cold sweat, and immediately realized that something was wrong with her.
"Nian Xiaomu, look at me, stop thinking about it!"
A similar image flashed in Yu Yuehan's mind, holding her face in both hands, growling in her ear.
Nian Xiaomu seemed to be unable to hear his voice, and kept talking:
"Dad... Dad is not like this..."
"He's not my dad..."
"Fire, it's so big, it's going to burn me... Mom and Dad..."
"Bengbeng, I won't go, you tell me to go back... I want to go back..."
Broken sounds continued to come out of Nian Xiaomu's mouth.
Can't tell reality from dream.
As if caught in a terrifying nightmare, his whole body was trembling uncontrollably.
Holding his hand, fingertips turned white.
Yu Yuehan hugged her tightly, noticing the abnormal temperature of her body, he turned his head and shouted at the butler, "Get the anti-fever patch, and call the doctor right away!"
Nian Xiaomu has a fever.
His whole body was scalding with a high fever, and his face was as red as a burning coal.
The fever subsides and I can't eat, so I can only get an injection.
All night, talking in sleep.
Doctors were also helpless.
"Young Master Han, the young mistress's condition is probably related to her mental state. Is there any way to wake her up from the dream? Even if she regains consciousness a little bit, otherwise, if she continues to burn like this, I'm afraid. To die in my own dreams!"
When it was almost dawn, Yu Yuehan asked the housekeeper to go to another courtyard to bring Xiao Liuliu back.
The soft and waxy little one doesn't know what happened.
When he was carried back by the housekeeper, he was in a drowsy sleep.
Seeing Nian Xiaomu lying on the bed, with a push of her short legs, she slipped off the housekeeper and got into the bed.
Lying on Nian Xiaomu's chest.