After everything was ready, she returned to her room and saw that the desk was a little messy, so she went to tidy it up.

The desk is full of her design manuscripts, some of which are completed and some are semi-finished.

Suddenly, a small card poured out from the gaps in these design drafts and fell gently to the ground.

Wei Wan hurriedly squatted down to pick it up, and looked down and found that it was a business card.

It is Mo Xiangjun's business card.

Looking at the three words Mo Xiangjun printed on it, Wei Wan's heart seemed to be crushed by these three words, and it hurt a little.

She suddenly felt her eyes were astringent, and she wanted to cry.

However, before the tears fell, Wei Wan suppressed the emotion, pinched the business card and got up, and threw the business card into the drawer next to him.

I can control my sharp eyes, but I can't control my thoughts.

There are memories of Mo Xiangjun, which lingers in my mind and cannot be removed.

Wei Wan sighed lightly, and in the blink of an eye, it has been almost six years.

...

On the long night, Wei Wan dreamed of Mo Xiangjun by sending ghosts.

In the dream, Mo Xiangjun led her to the top of Lianshan Mountain to see the stars.

The dazzling stars dot the drowsy night, making the night beautiful and dreamy.

Wei Wan stood in front of the railing, raised her head, looked at the thousands of stars in a daze, thinking:

One day, she becomes a real jewelry designer and must design a set of jewelry about stars and love.

Mo Xiangjun surrounded her from behind, her heart pressed against her back, her strong arms and broad shoulders gave her a warm harbor.

Wei Wan has always been greedy for this warmth.

She closed her eyes and couldn't help but snuggle her body tightly against the man behind her, enjoying this warmth and stability.

Behind him, a shrill voice suddenly came!

"Brother Jun... My stomach hurts so much, child..."

Before Wei Wan could come back to his senses, Mo Xiangjun, who was holding her behind him, had already let go of his hand and walked quickly towards the origin of the shrill voice.

Only Wei Wan was left alone, independent of the starry sky, with only a single shadow.

"Mo Xiangjun." Wei Wan shouted softly, but the voice was too small and the man who had already walked away could not hear it.

Looking at the tall figure who disappeared into the drowsy night, Wei Wan's lips smiled bitterly and his little hand gently pressed on his lower abdomen.

The next second, the picture in front of me suddenly changed drastically.

What came into Wei Wan's eyes was Mo Xiangjun's slightly ferocious face. He stood in the dark and looked at Wei Wan.

Junjun was led by him.

"Wei Wan, Junjun is my son, and he should have lived with me!"

"No!"

Wei Wan hissed and woke up instantly.

When Wei Wan opened her eyes and saw clearly, she was still scared. Fortunately, she was just a dream.

She raised her hand and touched her forehead, and now her forehead was covered with cold sweat.

Close his eyes and secretly calmed down his emotions. Wei Wan got up and washed up.

After washing up, Wei Wan returned to her usual calmness and calmness.

The previous dream is just a dream.

...

The patient, Comrade Ye Luo, had not yet woken up, but the three children woke up and were yelling in the room.

Wei Wan took care of the children to wash and make breakfast. The day started again. Fortunately, she didn't have to go to work and didn't feel tired.

At noon, after lunch, the three children were tired of playing in the morning and were all slumped on the sand and tilted their heads to sleep.

Wei Wan carried them to the room one by one, and after taking a safe look, he thought he would take a nap too.

But unexpectedly, at this time, the door suddenly became knocked.
Chapter completed!