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Yang Ziying added another sentence to Xuan Peng, making it hard for him to say what Xuan Peng refused, "Xuan Peng, I'll agree on behalf of Meng Han. Let Mo Xiaoxiao personally choose the happiness she wants. Only with Xiao Yun's happiness, Meng Han will be happy."

Facing the two pairs of hopeful eyes, Xuan Peng frowned and finally said, "As long as Xiao Ran likes it, I have no objections."

When they arrived at Xiao Menghan's place, Mo Xiaoxiao would definitely remember her son and grandson. She looked at Qiu Hong, and then excitedly said to Xuan Peng, "Then let's go now. I'll take you there. Everything is ready, you can live there anytime. You can live there today."

"Don't worry." Xuan Peng hurriedly interrupted Yang Ziying. He knew that there would be no time for him to be alone with Mo Xiaoxiao. He looked at Mo Xiaoxiao who was sleeping soundly in his arms and said, "Tomorrow, she'll be tired. Let her rest well. Tomorrow, I'll bring her to play."

Qiu Hong nodded in agreement. Yang Ziying had no choice but to swallow her words. She thought to herself that it would only be for one night. At worst, she wouldn't be able to sleep. She would just stay here.

It was a pity that Xuan Peng didn't have Yang Ziying to stand guard. Furthermore, Xiao Yuelin had also called to tell his to go back to the Xiao family's old mansion.

Qiu Hong and Yang Ziying left together. Qiu Hong understood the unspeakable pain in Xuan Peng's heart, so this night should have been left for Xuan Peng and Mo Xiaoxiao. The things Xuan Peng did for Mo Xiaoxiao, they should believe in him, but they could not take away this little bit of time.

Sitting in the car and looking at the lighted window behind her, Yang Ziying felt a little cold. If her son didn't work hard, her wife would become someone else's wife.

Qiu Hong stretched out her hand and held Yang Ziying's hand, telling her not to worry, that everything would be fine. Just like her, after so many years, she would be satisfied even if she didn't recognize her own daughter.

"Qiu Hong, you don't understand how important Xiao Yan is to Meng Han." She was a woman that was more important than her life. Yang Ziying did not say it out loud. Xiao Menghan was different from ordinary people. She could not let anyone know about her, not even Qiu Hong.

Qiu Hong did not know how important she was to Xiao Menghan, but she knew that her daughter was not happy right now, because she could not even remember who she was. Back then, she abandoned her daughter and husband, and now her daughter's child was taken away by someone else.

Xuan Peng leaned against the window, watching the car disappear into the night. He turned his head to look at the scene of the car falling into a deep sleep, and the love and pain in his eyes made him almost unable to take a step forward.

Taking a deep breath, Xuan Peng walked over and held Mo Xiao Yan up. He gently coaxed her, "Xiao Yan, let's go back to bed and sleep. Xiao Yan and the baby will have a good sleep together."

Silent Xiao Yun held the little bear in his arms tightly as he mumbled indistinctly. Xuan Peng listened attentively, and bitterness spread on his clear lips.

The person speaking was a person's name, Xiao Meng Han. Although she wasn't very clear on the name, the word 'cold' was very clear.

Xuan Peng didn't say another word. With a single word, he carried Mo Xiaoxiao to his room.

Standing in the doorway, he lost the courage to put her on the bed. In the end, he placed her on the bed in the guest room. His bed was no longer clean, even though he had changed the sheets and washed the floor.

But there was Wang Yiling lying in there, dirty.

Jing Xiaoxiao slept very soundly. In her sleep, she was like a child that had no one to rely on. She curled up her body, as if the furry little bear in her embrace was her world and everything about her.

Her innocent face was filled with hesitation and sadness. The night was dark, and she struggled in her sleep.

Endless darkness enveloped her as she slept, tearing her body apart. Those invisible hands were like a ferocious beast, devouring not only her body, but also her soul.

A figure approached from the end of the darkness, carrying a dazzling radiance. His steps, step by step, were firm and persistent. On his incomparably handsome face, there was a warmth that could ease her heart.

The darkness rolled over him, trying to envelop him. He smiled, giving her a resolute and fierce look. The darkness cowered as he extended his hand, appearing before her in the blink of an eye.

Ye Mo stretched out his hand and slowly put his finger into his palm, then a name came out from her mouth.

The cold wind suddenly blew out from behind her back, enveloping her body and spreading through her fingers to engulf his bright body. A pain flashed through his clearly defined face, and as he opened his mouth, her name was accompanied by bright red blood as it sprinkled all over her eyes.

She could only watch helplessly as the cold wind engulfed the man in front of her. Seeing that he was injured because of her, she wanted to push him away, but the wind kept on relying on her body and continued to plunder Xiao Meng Han's body.

"Xiao Menghan! No, no, no, quickly leave! Don't come save me!" As he cried, he pushed him away, telling him not to come near his, not to get hurt.

Tears welled up in her eyes and blurred her vision. She couldn't see what was in front of her.

Xuan Peng heard the sound of Mo Xiaoxiao even before he pushed open the door. She was crying with sorrow and grief. She was shouting Xiao Menghan's name, telling him to leave her and not to get hurt because of her.

The night passed quietly amidst the ticking of the clock as Xuan Peng walked towards the dawn. He silently wiped the indistinguishable sweat and tears on his face for Mo Xiaoxiao.

He watched as he struggled, watched her worry for Xiao Menghan, listened to her incessant words and secrets that he never knew about, Xuan Peng's face became heavy and his heart, which he had already decided on, once again hesitated.

That night, Xuan Peng did not sleep. His mind had never stopped thinking.

When the first light of dawn came through the window, he made up his mind.

His hand held the hand of Mo Xiaoxiao. Right now, she was sleeping soundly, but his mind was in a daze. So it turned out that after he had hurt her, she had endured far more than he knew.

Silently dying in the dawn true sleep, the dream disappear, is true sleep.

She was tired, not just her body but also her heart. She was really sleeping, and her confused consciousness was jumping in her brain cells.

When he woke up, it was already late in the morning.

Xuan Peng had washed, shaved, and made breakfast. He cooked porridge, cooked a few side dishes, and two dishes of meat and vegetables. He was wearing the white and gray sportswear she had bought for him before, and he had prepared a princess dress for her. From today onwards, she would be his princess.

Silent Dye opened her eyes and looked at the pink dress that hung in front of her. She giggled, her eyes rippling with bright light.

She liked the color and style, the folds and folds of the skirt, and she liked it a lot.

"Put it on." Xuan Pengpeng lifted his skirt and spoke gently to Mo Xiaoxiao. Rather than letting her endure, it would be better to let her enjoy it. She was just a little princess, a little princess who hadn't grown up yet.