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He didn't know what kind of sin he had committed in his previous life, to actually meet this man.

Did she owe him money in her previous life? He would be tortured like this for the rest of his life.

She sighed as she looked at the lights flashing outside the car window. When would such a torturous life come to an end?

If Qiao Mengran did not suddenly appear, perhaps she would have already found out the whereabouts of her brother from Aunt Hua.

Truly, if one was unlucky, one would choke to death just by drinking saliva …

She did not wake up until late morning because she was in bed. It was really because she had been tortured by that demon Han Mo for too long last night that she became like this.

He had been silent since he came back last night, but when he entered the room he had gone completely mad and pressed her against the wall.

It was unknown if it was because she had been angered by Qiao Mengran in the Qiao Family that she had become especially crazy towards her.

She was tossed around until the early hours of the morning, when she finally lost her strength and fell asleep.

In his heart, he was thinking if Yun Che thought of him as Qiao Mengran, and hence, he was somewhat resistant.

But in the end, she also had some subtle cooperation. When she thought about how she would actually react to that demon, Qiao Xinran almost wanted to slap him.

This man had tortured her to such a state, yet she still had fantasies about him. How stupid!

He walked to the bathroom and washed himself up and down. Only then did the shame in his heart lessen a little.

Although he didn't know why, he still felt a bit depressed. She did not come out of the bathroom until the servant came up and told her to go down for lunch.

During dinner, Uncle Chang chatted with her for a while, saying that Second Young Master would be back in a few days. Furthermore, Second Young Master's personality was cheerful, and would definitely be able to get along well with her.

This was the first time she had heard that Han Mo originally had a brother.

He couldn't help but imagine what this cold-faced man's little brother would look like.

After dinner, she suddenly remembered that school was also going to start in a few days, so shouldn't she go out and buy some daily necessities? Thinking about it here, he sent a message to Mo Shanshan, asking her to go shopping with him.

However, even after half a day, there was no reply. The other side actually hung up the phone and then turned off the phone.

Hmph, she really thinks of me as the Grandmother of Young Master Mo? She actually wanted me to go shopping with her. It's so beautiful, I'm not a servant!

Mo Shanshan angrily threw her phone to the side, and continued to lie on the sofa to watch TV.

Qiao Xinran sighed, Shan Shan had never hung up on her before, what's going on today? Could he be busy?

When he thought that he might have disturbed her, he felt somewhat embarrassed.

Forget it. I'll treat her to a meal and apologize when I meet her again. Shan Shan was her best friend, she definitely wouldn't be angry over such a small matter.

Thinking about it this way, he no longer apologized, it was just that he was really bored staying at home, he couldn't possibly stay and chat with Uncle Chang.

After rolling on the bed for a while, he finally got up and went to the garden.

These few days, Han Mo did not tell anyone to not let her out, so the servants did not dare to go out. After all, she was still the young mistress of this house.

He walked along the flower path until he reached the fake mountain. Just like last time, his eyes habitually looked towards the crack in the rock. Unfortunately, there was nothing inside, and there were no sketches.

That person probably didn't come today? She comforted herself.

Walking around the rockery toward the backyard, he saw a large glass house. From the outside, it looked like a beautiful crystal castle in a fairy tale.

This was the first time she came to the backyard, and she didn't expect to see such a beautiful building here.

As if possessed by magic, he unknowingly walked into the glass house.

There were all sorts of flowers growing inside, many of which she had never seen before.

Rich and beautiful red, alluring and enchanting, competing with each other for beauty.

Some hung from the roof, some were in flowerpots, and some were in the water.

A burst of delicate fragrance wafted into her nose, making her feel as if she had entered the world of fairy tales.

Girls naturally had a fondness for flowers, especially this fairy tale of a flower castle, making her even more reluctant to leave.

After wandering around the flower bush for a long time, he walked to a sofa and sat down.

She raised her head to look at the rooftop made of glass. The blue sky and white clouds entered her line of sight. The warm sunlight shone on her body, making her body and mind comfortable.

After having lunch, she felt sleepy. So she lay down on the sofa and slowly closed her eyes.

The dream seemed to fly up to the clouds, turning into a colorful butterfly dancing in the blue skies and white clouds.

She had never had such a beautiful dream, nor had she ever slept so comfortably.

His forehead was ice-cold and had a wonderful feeling to it. Was it raining?

Was it going to rain in his dreams?

No, that's not right. Although it was as cold as the rain, it also had a soft touch. What was it?

She slowly opened her eyes and saw a blurry figure flash past. She suddenly sat up in surprise.

That figure just now was actually the same as the one he saw at the fake mountain!

She wasn't dreaming, someone was really here just now.

He looked around and saw that the figure had long since disappeared.

She raised her hand and touched her forehead. The ice-cold feeling became increasingly real. Furthermore, his heart was thumping non-stop.

What is this? As she sat up, a piece of white paper gently fell onto the floor.

She bent down to pick up the paper. Her eyes widened as disbelief filled her face. Was this her?

This time the drawing was of her again, but only as she had slept on the sofa. She slept so peacefully, so peacefully, with a faint smile on her face.

Moreover, there was another person standing in front of her. It was a man who was bending over to kiss her forehead!

The man in the painting, is that the figure that flashed by?

Was the man kissing her?

His heart felt like it was being struck by thunder, and his heart was pounding so hard that it felt like it was about to jump out of his chest. She put her hand to her chest, her cheeks flushing slightly.

Had he really kissed her? Why was her heart beating so fast?

It was just a kiss, why did it feel so strange?

This kind of feeling was completely different from when Han Mo was torturing her. It was like the first time they had such a relationship, green and beautiful.

The orange sunset shone through the glass roof, giving the castle a dreamy look.

Just as he was enjoying the rare happiness, his heart suddenly shook, it was time for Han Mo to come back from work!

If Han Mo found out she was here, who knows what nasty words he would say.