Mr. Zhan, please stop being abusive, Miss Zhuang has been reborn.

There was a voice in his heart reminding him that the relationship between this man and his mother was definitely not simple. Zhuang Mingyue took out this photo, and Xu Zekai must know something.

After taking the photo, Zhuang Mingyue didn't dare to stay too long. She immediately walked out and closed the door of the secret room. She hid the photo in a book folder and planned to come back to get it tomorrow.

She opened the door. Zhan Yan had just finished taking a shower and her hair had not been dried. Seeing that her hands were empty, Zhan Yan asked in a deep voice, "Where is the child?"

Zhuang Mingyue suddenly remembered, "Child?!" When she turned around to look, the child was gone.

She was so shocked that she hurriedly looked for it. How could the thing she had placed on the couch be missing?

At this moment, a little head suddenly popped out from under the desk, babbling, drooling, and laughing. He crawled forward and rolled on the soft carpet.

Zhuang Mingyue walked over helplessly, "I just gave you a bath, and you soiled yourself again." Her tone was both anxious and helpless.

Zhuang Mingyue picked him up with her left hand. There was still some pain in her right hand, but it was much better. There was no pain like before. In the past few days, Zhan Yan had been diligently applying medicine to him, using eggs to roll her wounds. He will not waste the eggs and will eat them.

He doesn't like to eat protein, so if Zhan Yan doesn't eat it, he will feed it to her.

Zhuang Mingyue and him are actually completely different in terms of personality and diet. Zhan Yan is violent in mood, but Zhuang Mingyue is quiet. Even their diet is spicy, while Zhuang Mingyue is not at all. Not even spicy.

Zhan Yan took the child from her hand and looked at his mouth full of saliva with disgust in his eyes, but still wiped the saliva from his mouth with his hand.

Zhan Yan asked her, "Are you hungry? Can I cook you a bowl of noodles?"

Zhuang Mingyue shook her head and took a look at the time. "No, it's already very late now. Let's go back to bed first." She yawned as she said that. At this moment, the rain outside the window had completely stopped.

Back in the room, no matter how late it was, Zhan Yan would drag her through the routine.

Zhuang Mingyue was too tired to move a finger.

...

Yingjia

There was a burst of misery, screams, fear and panic...

The whole villa was woken up.

After the servant reported this to the housekeeper, even the housekeeper was shocked. This really lacked a great virtue!

The housekeeper hurriedly knocked on Ying Jingya's door, "...Madam, something serious has happened. Please get up and take a look!"

Ying Jingya didn't know what happened. She put on a coat and got up and followed the housekeeper to the yard.

Seeing the person in the coffin, Ying Jingya's eyes were full of resentment and anger, "...Zhan, you are so bullying!"

Old Mrs. Jiang looked like she had been dead for several days. After the ice-cold coffin did not cool the body, it only took two hours for it to emit an unbearable stench.

Mei's mother, who was dressed in white linen, also had a wound on her forehead, as if she had hit something. She didn't know whether she was dead or alive.

Ying Jingya said without changing her expression: "Go and see if the person is dead!"

The housekeeper was a little afraid to step forward, but he still had the courage to stretch out his hand and put it between Mei's nose to test, and then... he was so frightened that he lost his mind and said, "Dead, dead!"

"What should I do, madam? They are all dead!"

Ying Jingya frowned deeply. With her sharp eyes, she saw blood stains on the tip of the coffin. It looked like she had died from the impact.

Ying Jingya ordered in a cold tone: "Ask the people from the funeral home to come and handle this. Remember to ask them to keep quiet. Just say...it's what the CEO of Shengshi Group meant."

"Okay...I'll go now!"

Zhan Yan, I will definitely not let you go so easily!

His methods are more ruthless than he thought.

It was daybreak. On a big bed, Zhuang Mingyue turned over uncomfortably while being held in her arms. The child next to her suddenly started crying.

"Ah ah ah ah" cried loudly.

The loud sound also seemed to wake up the exhibition banquet.

"Zhanyan, little Xingxing is hungry, go and make milk powder for him." Zhuang Mingyue closed her eyes and said in a soft voice, as if she was coquettish.

Zhan Yan put his hands on his eyes, took a deep breath, opened his eyes, glanced at the woman beside him, and his eyes fell on the shoulders that showed a bright spring. He stretched out his hand to cover her with a quilt, and his calm and ugly expression changed. He got out of bed, put on his pajamas, picked up the child, and left the room.

Zhuang Mingyue heard no noise in her ears, hugged the pillow, relaxed her brows and fell asleep again.

Zhan Yan dared to go out, and happened to meet Wang Mei, who was going upstairs with a milk bottle in her hand, "...Sir, breakfast is ready, why don't you go down and have some?"

Zhan Yan frowned, with a cold face, and threw the child directly to her, closing the door with a bang.

Zhan Yan should really be angry. He would cry a little every 10 minutes and cry a lot every half hour.

Just a whole living hell!

Zhan Yan almost had the idea of ​​strangling him to death.

Wang Mei clicked her tongue, "...Emma, ​​it's really scary."

He said and went downstairs with the child in his arms.

After Zhan Yan caught the bright moon, neither of them was too lazy to move, so they adjusted their positions and fell asleep.

It was already almost six o'clock when we finished. Little Xingxing cried for breakfast at eight o'clock on time.

Zhuang Mingyue has been tortured all the time, and she really has no strength...

The two of them slept until one o'clock in the afternoon.

Zhuang Mingyue rubbed her sore waist and went downstairs.

"Emma, ​​Miss, you are finally awake..."