C157 157 photos of Mo Wen

Mo Nuan did not reply because her attention was on the top floor. She could not help but ask: "Who lives on that floor?" She remembered that the last time she came, she only knew that it was a study, she didn't really notice if there was a room or not. It was just that she seemed to have seen Mo Ping Shan going up there just now.

Wang Ma glanced at it, then said with a smile: "That is the old master's bedroom and study."

When she first came up, she had already noticed that Mo Zi Xi and Song Xue Yi seemed to be living on the second floor while her room was on the third floor.

Mo Nuan's bedroom was a typical European style princess. From the bed frame to the wardrobe, to the dressing table, they were all made of white pear wood. On the walls, there were magnified photos.

The Land Rover's attention was immediately attracted by Mo Nuan's photo on the wall.

Wang Ma arranged a bed with Mo Nuan as they changed into a new set of bedding.

Seeing that Lu Chen was not paying attention to them, the Wang Ma quietly pulled Mo Nuan's hand and said in a low voice, "Miss, I think that you have a better taste of men than that Mo Zi Xi, I saw that just now, and was very considerate. On the other hand, that Ding Rui, I can see that he is always treating Mo Zi Xi coldly and he doesn't care in the slightest.

Mo Nuan laughed, as if there were many people who called her that.

The Wang Ma then pulled Mo Nuan and whispered a bit more. Seeing that it was getting late, he reluctantly walked out of the bedroom, and said before leaving: "Young Master, Young Miss, you two can rest here tonight.

The two of them nodded, Lu Chen realised, compared to City B, this was her real home, Mo Nuan's footprints were everywhere, and she was completely captivated the moment he entered.

He sat on the edge of the bed and carefully flipped through the photos. There were pictures of her from birth to 18 years of age, and when he looked at her at different ages, almost every picture had a smiling face. From this, it could be seen that the Mo Nuan of his youth was a very happy child.

Looking at all the photos, Lu Chen found it hard to conceal the smile on her face, "Everyone says that a woman has changed at eighteen years of age. Warmth, you don't seem to have changed much since you were young, and I could tell with a single glance that it's you.

Originally, Mo Nuan's thoughts were not on it, but on what she had just seen, Song Xue Yi and Mo Ping Shan actually did not sleep in the same room. When did this happen? Was it to hide her illness after she got sick? At that moment, Mo Nuan had countless of guesses in her mind.

It was only until Lu Chen specifically told her to go over and take a look at the album, did she finally recover her wits and get close to him to look. As expected, she saw many smaller versions of herself, with smiles on every single one of their faces like flowers, making all sorts of funny movements.

Lu Chen earnestly flipped through the photos one by one, every single one of them looking at them carefully for half a day. Mo Nuan, who had been waiting patiently, hurried them and asked, "Lu Chen, can you read faster, what are you thinking about?"

Lu Chen said in all seriousness, "I was thinking about what Little Warmer was thinking about when she took the photos." Looking at these photos, little Mo Nuan vividly appeared in his mind.

Mo Nuan laughed, "You are so bored, to actually think of such things."

Every one of Mo Nuan's photos were very beautiful, and Lu Chen couldn't help but say: "I didn't know that you've always been a beauty since you were young."

Being praised by her own husband, Mo Nuan was in an extremely good mood, "Of course."

Suddenly, a faint sigh came out from Lu Chen's mouth, "This fat girl with a bare butt is not also you right?"

Hearing this, Mo Nuan immediately leaned over to take a look, and indeed, she saw a photo that was taken when she was one or two years old. Her little face immediately turned red, and she quickly covered the photo, "You're not allowed to look at this."

"I don't know who it is." Mo Nuan said lowly, but the round face of the child in the photo clearly showed some traces of her, and her words seemed to be extremely weak.

Mo Nuan wanted to snatch the album immediately, because she had flipped through the photo album when she was eighteen. She was worried that there would be an even more unbearable sight at the back.

Lu Chen raised the album high up in the sky. When Mo Nuan stood up, he tiptoed but couldn't grab it, so in the end, she could only stare at Lu Chen with her eyes wide open. She said excitedly: "Lu Chen, don't look at the rest, what good pictures can you take when you're one or two years old?" Even if it wasn't a bare butt, it was the look of a diaper. Just thinking about it made him feel very awkward.

"That may not be the case, but it might not be even more exciting later on." Lu Chen was determined to see the end.

Mo Nuan could only sit on the bedside in a huff. Lu Chen smiled and looked at her, "Warm, what are you afraid of? I have never seen anything on you before, so there's no need to hide anything from your own husband."

"That's not the same." Mo Nuan felt a surge of anger clogging her heart, and felt that it was very embarrassing.

Lu Chen laughed and shook her head, then continued to look behind him. She realized that the owner of the photos was extremely diligent, he took pictures every one or two months for a month, three months, six months, with Mo Ping Shan holding her, his dead mother holding his, the family of three, and most of the pictures were of her alone.

For example, the moment he laid on the ground and raised his neck, or the moment he sat in the car and stumbled while learning how to walk, he almost saw the look on Mo Nuan's face as an infant, and her heart went soft. He thought that if he was their child in the future, he would definitely do a few photo albums for them, it was too memorable.

"Warm, there's nothing to worry about anymore."

"Really?" Mo Nuan's eyes lit up.

"I won't lie to you."

Mo Nuan looked at the photo again. She was a bit plump at the age of one or two, especially her hands and face. They couldn't help but want to pinch her when they looked at her round face.

"Why did it disappear after the age of eighteen?" Lu Chen suddenly asked.

Mo Nuan thought about it, "Because it just so happens that eighteen years old is the moment to know of the mother and daughter pair's existence." His mother also committed suicide that year, so how could she have taken any photos during those few years? Even if she had occasionally taken them, she definitely wouldn't be in the mood to organize them.

Lu Chen's eyes flashed, and she gently patted her shoulders to change the subject. "You actually loved to take pictures before, and you're a little different from now." She wasn't so natural when she took pictures these days.

"A child, huh? He doesn't know anything." Mo Nuan said casually.

"When we get back, take these photos with us so I can have a good look at you when I'm bored."

"I've already seen it once, what else is there to look at?" Mo Nuan curled her lips in dissatisfaction.