Chapter 633
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The man's gaze was still on her slender legs. His gaze was scorching and he seemed to be indecent.
In the next second, Tang Mo 'er's mind was blown. She suddenly understood what he meant.
This old driver!
She had been flung out of the car!
"Gu Mohan, you're so despicable!" Tang Mo 'er raised her hand and wanted to give him a slap.
Gu Mohan tilted his head slightly and avoided her. His long fingers grasped her slender wrist and tugged forcefully.
Her little head bumped into his broad and warm chest.
His clean and masculine scent invaded her instantly. Tang Mo 'er was embarrassed. "Gu Mohan!"
She was about to explode.
She was like a kitten whose fur was standing on end. Her soft voice was seductive and coquettish. Gu Mohan's Adam's apple bobbed up and down. He held the back of her head and ruffled her silky hair. "Little fool, I'm just lying to you. Even if I want to have a deep conversation with you, I'll have to wait until you're three months old."
"Dream on!" Tang Mo 'er stretched out her fair hands and placed them on his chest. She wanted to push him away forcefully.
Gu Mohan kissed her silky hair forcefully and said in a husky voice, "You said it yourself. Then I'll have a deep conversation with the baby while you're dreaming."
"…"
What was wrong with him today?
He was driving so fast that he seemed to be floating.
Tang Mo 'er's heart suddenly softened. She thought of Mr Gu. Mr Gu was an experienced driver!
It would be strange not to drive for a day.
She missed Mr Gu so much.
At this moment, someone knocked on the door and An 'an's voice could be heard from outside. "Little sister-in-law, are you awake?"
Tang Mo 'er quickly pushed Gu Mohan away. "An' an, I'm awake."
…
It was time for breakfast and everyone was eating in the dining room.
Lu Jinwen and Lin Siyu were the last to arrive. Lu Jinwen was dressed in a navy blue shirt and black trousers. His clothes were perfectly ironed and there was not a single crease in them. His gaze was cold and sharp.
Jun Mosheng lifted his eyes to look at Lu Jinwen. Lu Jinwen didn't look any different today, but he seemed a little different, as though he was more refreshed.
"Young Master Lu, it seems like Miss Lin served you well last night. You look so happy." Jun Mosheng smiled.
Spring breeze.
Lin Siyu's face froze when she heard these two words. She was reminded of how he had given her to Meng Che.
At this moment, a strong arm wrapped around his waist and he heard a low, melodious voice. "Young Master Jun, you haven't married for so many years. Of course you don't know … how it feels to have a woman."
With that, Lu Jinwen pinched Lin Siyu's waist with a hidden meaning in his words.
Lin Siyu glanced sideways at the man. Lu Jinwen also glanced sideways at her. His thin lips curved into a joyful smile as he looked at her.
Lin Siyu suddenly felt that his smile made her hair stand on end. He had clearly given her to Meng Che last night, but now he was putting on an act.
This man's thoughts were too deep, no one could see through him.
He came back in the wee hours of the morning. The sky had just brightened and he returned to his room covered in frost. He entered the bathroom to take a shower.
He had gone to the altar to see Lin Xuanji, but no one knew what he had done to Lin Xuanji.
He seemed to be in a good mood. When he raised his brows, there was a fishy smell, as though a cat had finally eaten a small fish it had caught.
This man was much younger and more handsome. He had the air of the Young Master of the Lu family in the past. The maids couldn't help but steal a few glances at him.
Lin Siyu forced a smile, revealing a smile that was uglier than a crying face.
Jun Mosheng narrowed his gentle almond-shaped eyes. He suddenly felt that the man opposite him was very different today.
He was suspicious, but he didn't show it on his face. "Young Master Lu, you have to take care of your health if you change female companions frequently. Be careful not to get sick."
Lu Jinwen curved his thin lips and replied with a spurious smile, "Don't worry, I won't get sick."
Jun Mosheng retracted his gaze and looked at Tang Mo 'er. "Mo' er, I've spoken to High Priest Meng again. Although he still doesn't agree to us bringing Xuanji back, he has given us a chance."
"What chance?" Tang Mo 'er asked.
"As long as we can wake Xuanji up, we can bring her back."
"Really? But Mom has been in a deep sleep for so many years. How can we wake her up? "
"We've invited Master Miao to open up your Mom's dream."
"Open up Mom's dream?"
"Yes, Xuanji has been in a deep sleep for so many years. She has been trapped in her own dream. As long as we can get her out of her dream, she will wake up."
So, what was Lin Xuanji dreaming about?
It had been so many years. What kind of dream was it that she was unwilling to wake up from?
Who was in her dream?
…
Once again, everyone arrived outside the sacrificial altar. Meng Che opened the sacrificial altar's door and Grandmaster Miao walked in alone.
Lin Xuanji was still lying in the crystal coffin. There didn't seem to be any changes.
Master Miao took out his pocket watch and closed his eyes.
Lu Jinwen and Jun Mosheng stood outside the window. They were actually curious. Who was in Lin Xuanji's dream?
Tick tock.
Tick tock.
It was so quiet there wasn't a single sound. Only the 'tick tock' of the pocket watch could be heard. It was quiet and mysterious.
Lu Jinwen and Jun Mosheng closed their eyes gently. Everyone had entered Lin Xuanji's dream together.
It wasn't black in the dream. It was colorful and warm. There were dandelions floating in the air.
In the sea-view bungalow, all the maids were standing in the living room. Everyone was trembling in fear and they didn't even dare to breathe loudly.
Unlike the warmth outside, this sea-view bungalow was as cold as hell on earth.
"Sir, Madam Xuanji is about to give birth. Should we send her to the hospital or get a doctor to deliver her?" Butler Ye asked.
There was a man sitting on the sofa in the living room. He was wearing a white shirt and black trousers. His long fingers were holding onto a newspaper as he lowered his eyes to read it.
He didn't say a word.
At this moment, a maid upstairs screamed, "Sir, it's bad. The baby's head is about to come out but it's stuck. Why isn't the doctor here yet? Madam is bleeding. If she has a hemorrhage, her life will be in danger. Both of them will die!"
Butler Ye looked at the man on the sofa. The man was still reading the newspaper. He was elegant and dignified. He was a natural king.
The scene changed. It was in the room upstairs.
The room was dark and the curtains were not pulled open. A woman was lying on the soft bed. Her silky black hair was drenched in sweat and it was all tangled up on her delicate face. Her two small hands were clutching the bedsheets tightly, causing the sheets to wrinkle. She was a little girl who was lying on the bed.
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