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"It's you again?" From the rearview mirror, the taxi driver looked at Mo Xiaoxiao, who was crying so hard that she couldn't speak. He had specially come to the north side of the city to pull customers, but he had met her in the end.

During the day, he had chased her to the magazine for a taxi fare. Now, where was he supposed to go in the middle of the night?

"It's you." Silent Dye wiped away his tears, and new ones started to fall.

The taxi driver was silent for a moment, looking at the scene in front of him, he saw that he was still crying. Thinking back to the place where she got on the car was the hospital, he tried to persuade her, "Is it the will of heaven to let our loved ones be sick, the people die of old age, we want to open up a bit, after dozens of years, we will also be a pile of yellow soil, and the small jar will be filled with everything."

"It's over then?" She did not tell the driver that he had misunderstood. Her gaze swept across the window as she looked out at the passing buildings and the pedestrians. A thought flashed through her mind.

That figure was so fast that Mo Xiaoxiao was unable to catch it even if she wanted to. It flashed through her mind like a bolt of lightning.

"Are you not feeling well?" The driver was a little worried. It seemed that something was wrong.

Mo Xiaoxiao shook her head. She wanted to find out if what Lord Chu said was true. She wanted to know what happened in the time she could not recall.

Did he really go to the pharmacy early in the morning to buy medicine?

Xuan Peng, are we really getting further and further apart from each other? The tears that finally stopped flowed out of his eyes again.

She loved Xuan Peng. He was the first man she had ever fallen in love with.

The taxi finally stopped near Xiao Menghan's villa. The address was prepared for the interview with Xiao Menghan by Mo Xiaoxiao.

The taxi driver took the money from Han Bing Mo's hand and asked with hesitation and certainty, "Are you really going to get off here?"

"Yes."

"Then be careful." The taxi driver looked around at the quiet environment and then drove away.

From the rearview mirror, he watched as Mo Xiaoxiao turned around and walked towards the villa. The taxi driver shook his head.

The door of the villa was open. She looked at the dream-like building and slowly clenched her hands into fists.

Could it be that something really happened between her and Xiao Meng Han, so he accepted her exclusive interview.

Han Yong took Linda all the way to the hotel. He didn't care about her pulling him away and quickly drove to Xiao Menghan's villa. What he saw was a scene like this.

Silently, Xiao Yan paced back and forth in front of the villa's gate, seemingly filled with worry.

When Han Yong's car stopped by her side, he clearly saw the tear stains on Mo Xiaoxiao's face and his red, crying eyes.

Han Yong got out of the car and hurried over: "Xiao Yan, what's wrong?"

"No, nothing?"

"Then why did you come to Director Xiao's villa? "Isn't it?" Han Yong really didn't know how to continue, but what did Mo Xiaoxiao think of?

Mo Xiaoxiao lowered her head and did not dare meet Han Yong's gaze. She was afraid that Han Yong would look down on her.

"What are you doing here?" Mo Xiaoxiao suddenly recalled Han Yong's special relationship with Xiao Meng Han. It should be said that nothing would happen between her and Xiao Meng Han.

Han Yong gently smiled, "I just remembered that I forgot to take the documents that I had left here. I had to show them to clients tomorrow. Do you want to go in with me?"

"No." Silent Xiao Ran's face was pale. She shook her head and retreated a few steps ahead of her. Her eyes showed that she was subconsciously rejecting the architecture in front of her.

Cough, Han Yong coughed. He was worried about Xiao Meng Han inside the villa. He took out his phone and dialed.

When the call connected, Xiao Meng Han also answered, but her words were weak and listless. A few simple words used up all of the strength in her body: "Han Yong, where are you? I, I seem to have a fever. "

Han Yong hung up the phone and looked at Mo Xiaoxiao's bewildered expression. He asked tentatively, "Director Xiao has a fever and he's not feeling well. If you wait in the car like this, I'll go take a look before coming back to take you home."

She still wanted to find out if she had a relationship with Xiao Meng Han that night.

With the lights on, Han Yong walked in familiarly with Mo Xiaoxiao. Along the way, Han Yong gradually discovered that something was wrong and many things in the villa had changed.

The sofa in the living room was also decorated. Along the way, the decorations on the staircase and even the paintings on the walls had all been changed.

The paintings were all decorative styles that she had never seen before. She could not tell if they were real or fake, but there were a few world-famous paintings that she could call out their names on. The entire layout of the paintings gave off a sense of returning to its original nature.

Han Yong was startled when he entered Xiao Menghan's bedroom. Was that Xiao Menghan lying on the floor? He almost thought that Xiao Meng Han had changed again.

His silver hair covered Xiao Meng Han's body, and his face was still the same, but there were some differences, as if it had become a bit transparent, like the most crystal clear snow lotus on a snowy mountain, and Xiao Meng Han was still holding her phone.

When Han Yong's hand made contact with Xiao Meng Han's body, he was instantly burned back. The temperature was at least forty years.

"Meng Han, Meng Han, how are you?" All these years, Xiao Meng Han had been enduring the difference between his body and other people, enduring the immense pressure and the heavy pain. Han Yong had never seen such a situation occur to him before.

Hearing Han Yong's words, Xiao Meng Han tried his best to open his eyes. Other than Han Yong's face, another figure appeared in his line of sight.

Xiao Meng Han's eyes became serious and she opened her mouth to find that he didn't even have the strength to pronounce it.

Mo Xiaoxiao's mouth was wide open as she looked at Xiao Meng Han. Was this the Xiao Meng Han who was having breakfast with her during the day? At this moment, it seemed as though he would stop breathing in the next second.

Xiao Menghan was currently weak and haggard, causing the weak and compassionate heart in Mo Xiaoxiao's body to feel protective. She then followed up with Han Yong's words, "How is it? "Of course it's not good. Look at him, he's so weak. Is he thirsty?"

Seeing that Xiao Meng Han's lips were already cracked, Mo Xiaoxiao immediately stood up to look for water. The transparent kettle on the table was empty. Mo Xiaoxiao picked up the kettle and ran out, "I'll go boil some water."

The fast Han Yong opened his mouth to stop her, but it was already too late. Xiao Meng Han laughed and her lips moved, unable to form a joyful smile.

Han Yong endured the pain in his hands as he picked up Xiao Meng Han and placed her on the sofa. Xiao Meng Han closed her eyes and breathed lightly.

She did not despise him. Xiao Meng Han's eyes felt a little hot, and some liquid was flowing out of the corners of her eyes.

Xiao Meng Han tried her best to force the liquid back into her body, and quietly accumulated the energy in her body. She wanted to give her a very good smile when she returned.

A crisp smack sounded out from the kitchen downstairs. Han Yong's heart skipped a beat.

Xiao Meng Han's eyes also immediately opened wide, the water in his eyes that hadn't dispersed entering Han Yong's line of sight.

Han Yong's heart skipped a beat. Seeing that Xiao Menghan was about to get up, Han Yong hastily stopped him: "I'll go take a look, I'll be back in a bit."

In the kitchen, Jing Xiaoxiao was staring blankly at a certain place. She was awoken by the scene that had yet to come to her mind.

"What's wrong, Xiao Yan, you?" When Han Yong rushed into the kitchen, he saw Mo Xiaoxiao staring at the pot on the stove in a daze. He asked in confusion, "It's just a pot?"

Mo Xiaoxiao slowly turned her head towards Han Yong and tried her best to shift her gaze away. She heard her trembling voice, "I-It's nothing. I'm just a little tired. Y-you go heat up some water."