80s: Little Sweet Wife

Yan Mingshun's words made everyone stunned again. Zhao Xuelin reacted the fastest and asked anxiously, "What do you mean? Did this guy named Wu Mei also dream of my mother?"

"Yes, it was also about a month ago. Meimei dreamed of you, and she dreamed of you several times after that." Yan Mingshun said.

"How do you know that Wu Mei's dream is my mother? The faces of the people in the dream are mostly blurred. This Wu Mei may have heard my aunt and cousin talk about my mother's appearance before, so she subconsciously felt that she was in the dream. The woman in question is my mother, which doesn't mean much." Zhao Xuelin said calmly.

In fact, his heart is not as calm as the surface, like being immersed in a frying pan, but he has to calm down. Parents who are obsessed with the authorities are likely to be too excited to make wrong judgments, so he must be a rational bystander.

Everyone stared at Yan Mingshun with urgency in their eyes, especially Yan Xinya, who was holding Zhao Yinghua's hand, showing how nervous she was.

Yan Mingshun smiled and said: "What you said is indeed reasonable, but there is one thing I haven't explained. The woman she dreamed of was not blurred, but she was very clear, and she looked exactly like Lingtang."

"It's unfounded, forgive me, I can't believe it." Zhao Xuelin said solemnly.

"Cousin, Yan Mingshun won't lie." Xiong Mumu, who was extremely surprised, calmed down after a long while, but felt unbelievable and a little angry.

"Why did she never mention this to me?"

Yan Mingshun glanced at him lightly, twitched the corner of his mouth, and said, "Because you're just a child."

The implication is, stay cool, you little brat, don't quarrel with adults.

Xiong Mumu jumped up in anger, her anger widened and her fists were sharpened, but before he could take action, Zhao Xuelin slapped him into the corner of the wall.

Because he was everyone's eyeball when he was a child, and he took care of him carefully, for fear that he would bump into wherever he fell, only Zhao Xuelin——

Beating him is never soft!

Xiong Mumu huddled in the corner of the wall aggrieved, and secretly scolded Wu Mei nine to eighty times. He told the stinky girl about everything. This stinky girl is so good, how dare he hide so many things from him?

What can't he compare to Yan Mingshun's big ice cube?

Zhao Xuelin stared at Yan Mingshun with a serious expression. Yan Mingshun also looked at him quietly. These two teenagers, one sixteen and fifteen years old, made people feel awe-inspiring.

No less than any adult!

"Of course I have proof~www.wuxiaspot.com~ Otherwise, how could I recognize Aunt Yan at a glance? Because Meimei drew the woman in her dream, and the woman on the painting looked nothing like Aunt Yan. Difference."

"Where is the painting? Let me see it!"

Yan Xinya interrupted Yan Mingshun, her eyes widened with desire, as well as shock and fear. Zhao Yinghua also lost her usual calmness.

A girl who looked very much like his wife, was twelve years old, had a birthday in June, and also drew a portrait of a wife she had never met.

If what Yan Mingshun said is true, then there must be some connection between this little girl named Wu Mei and his wife, and that connection makes Zhao Yinghua unable to keep calm.

"I remember Wu Mei also lived in this family building, right? Ying Nan, can you ask her to come over and let us meet her." Zhao Yinghua said.

Zhao Yingnan wondered: "Some time ago, something happened at Meimei's house. Her family went to live with her grandparents. She's not here. Don't worry, little brother and sister-in-law, we can see Meimei tomorrow."