Chapter 1271

Seeing that he had fallen asleep, Chu Yunyao extinguished the incense, tucked up the quilt for him, lay down beside him, and closed her eyes.

Thinking back to what Fourth Aunt said today, Chu Yunyao tossed and turned, unable to fall asleep.

It was late at night, and everything was quiet.

The entire mansion was shrouded in dead silence, and the doors and windows were tightly closed.

If there was nothing, the shrill cry still reached Chu Yunyao's ears.

She turned her head to look at Mo Lingyuan who was deeply asleep, got up simply, walked to the side room, closed the door, and opened the small window inside.

Qin Zhirou's cry suddenly became clear.

Occasionally, a few curses were mixed in the shrill voice:

"My son, you died a terrible death."

"Damn it's definitely not you, God, why is it like this?"

"You don't have a good death, you all don't have a good death."

"Give back my son's life, give back my son's life."

"I want revenge, I want revenge!"

"let me out!"

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Chu Yunyao listened earnestly for about half an hour. Qin Zhirou didn't know if she had developed her voice after crying for too long, but she was full of energy and cadence. She howled for a while, cursed, and then cried again. .....

Chu Yunyao listened for a while, and the more she listened, the more she felt something was wrong.

According to Qin Zhirou's temperament, Mo Jinyu's death must have been blamed on Mo Lingyuan, but she cried and wailed for a long time, but kept saying that Mo Jinyu's death was terrible, and he should not be the one who deserved the death .

Who should the damned be?

There are only three people living in the west courtyard of the farm, apart from Qin Zhirou, they are Mo Jinyu and Xiu'er.

Listening to Qin Zhirou's voice-over, she seemed to know something.

Chu Yunyao closed the window again, tiptoed back to the bedroom, just about to lie down, Siyu started to cry.

Chu Yunyao bent over and picked her up from the cradle, touched the diaper, and a big piece was wet.

Mo Lingyuan was awakened by Siyu's crying, and sat up with his arms propped up, rubbing his drowsy head, "I'll help her change her diaper, you're not fully recovered yet, just lie down."

Chu Yunyao glanced at the incense on his bedside, and quickly changed the baby's diaper: "It's okay, she's probably hungry, I'll just feed her."

Sure enough, after eating and drinking, the little guy hiccupped and fell asleep obediently.

Chu Yunyao put Siyu back in the cradle, and as soon as she lay back on the bed, she was pulled into a warm embrace by one hand.

"Why are you so cold?" Mo Lingyuan stroked her back with his palm.

"Well, I just got up at night and stayed in the ear room for a while." Chu Yunyao rubbed her arms: "Don't worry, I'm not cold."

Mo Lingyuan didn't seem to be very sober, and instinctively wrapped her in a quilt, and asked in a vague voice: "Is it the same when Xiu'er was very young? She has to get up many times a night, and she often cries during confinement?"

Chu Yunyao seriously thought about it for a moment, "Xiu'er is a little boy, eats a lot, screams loudly, has a bit of a temper, is harder to take care of than Siyu, always likes to be hugged, and cries in the middle of the night There's no end to it..."

"Thank you!" Mo Lingyuan's chin rested on her head.

"It's not hard work, Jinyu is taking care of it..." Chu Yunyao blurted out.

Before finishing speaking, Chu Yunyao fell silent, and the whole bedroom fell into dead silence again.

Thinking back on some things, it's like stabbing a knife in the apex of my heart.

Mo Lingyuan paused, and said in a low voice: "I never had the heart to ask you, how did you survive the time at the bottom of the cliff with him, please tell me."

"good,......"