The Demon-Like Lover of the Playful Lord

Mu Chang'an came to Ling Jiaoyu's yard with his heart, and just walked to the gate of the yard, he heard Ling Jiaoyu's mouth kept shouting a ghost. When he saw Mu Chang'an coming in, he was shocked into the quilt. There was no such aggressive look in front of her, and the shivering look made everyone look pitiful.

Seeing that Ling Jiaoyu was scared like this, Mu Changan shook her head. The courage of this little girl was nothing but a paper tiger. In contrast, Ning Shuxian was more vicious than her.

Mrs. Ling has been sitting on the edge of the bed and cooing softly, very distressed to her daughter.

The old lady on the side was frowning in a purple dress, frowning, her face was faint, and she was very imposing with the hostess of the big family.

Mu Changan called his grandmother and mother in a regular manner, and then stepped forward and asked, "What happened to my sister?"

Ling Jiaoyu raised her eyes and hit Mu Chang'an's concerned eyes, her face was full of fear, "You are clearly dead, why are you here? Don't come, don't come."

"What nonsense did my sister say, did she have a nightmare last night?"

"I obviously sent you to that yard. The gates of the yard are locked. You can't come out."

Mu Changan sighed, "My sister is really confused. Yesterday I did go to that yard, but the gate of the yard was not locked. How could my sister do this kind of thing, and then went around and found nothing suspicious. I went back to my yard. "

"I……"

Ling Jiaoyu knew that Mu Changan had lied. She just wanted to dismantle Mu Changan. Mrs. Ling had interrupted Ling Jiaoyu. "Jiaoyu, Wan Ying is right, you just have a nightmare, take a break and don't think about it."

Yesterday, Mrs. Ling knew about it, but the old lady didn't know. Although the old lady didn't like Mu Changan, she wouldn't let them treat Mu Chang'an like this. No matter what, now Mu Changan is the future princess, even if she marries I used to die, and I had to marry well.

That's why Mrs. Ling interrupted Ling Jiaoyu's words. It was still Mu Changan's acquaintance. She did not cry in front of the old lady to tell yesterday, and she was also very surprised how Mu Changan left the yard.

"Mother, that's not a dream. You can't believe it and touch her heartbeat. She is really dead."

Ling Jiaoyu thought it was all a dream. When she opened her eyes, she realized that she remembered it so clearly. Finally, she saw red blood on her hand, and she became more and more sure that it was not a dream.

Mu Changan is dead. She was frightened by the idea. She did n’t know how Mu Changan died. She did n’t know what happened to Mu Changan. She only knew the person she touched last night. It is cold and has no heartbeat. This is the most important point. If it is a living person, it cannot be without heartbeat.

The old lady's brow frowned even more tightly, "Jiaoyu, have you made enough noise, where is the noise like Miss Boudoir?"

Ling Jiaoyu was very wronged, and she wanted to argue. Mrs. Ling shook her head at her, and Ling Jiaoyu swallowed the words to be exported.

The old lady had a headache. Since entering the gate of the courtyard, she has been listening to Ling Jiaoyu's thoughts. This time her head has become a little swollen. Mu Changan reached out to help the old lady. "Grandmother, you're fine! I'll send you back, My sister is having nightmares too, don't be angry with my grandmother. "

The old lady nodded and motioned to Mu Changan to help her go back. Mu Changan went out with the old lady. She can play a good girl role in General's Mansion, and she can also deal with the people in General's House very easily.

But in front of Ye Jingrong, a woman who admired him couldn't play, how to look stiff, I don't know if I was too resistant to Ye Jingrong, or Ye Jingrong's eyes were too deep, people could not help acting.

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

After the old lady left, Ling Jiaoyu grabbed Mrs. Ling's hand, and the fear in her eyes remained.

"Jiaoyu, you saw it, Ling Wanying lived well, that was a dream."

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

In order to appease her daughter, Mrs. Ling said she believed, but her eyes did not believe, only when Ling Jiaoyu was nonsense.

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