Chapter 2258

"You've been sitting here for a long time!" Shi Shaoqin said with a slight frown.

Shi Mochen looked at Shi Shaoqin, "you've been busy for a long time!"

Shi Shaoqin chuckled, "let's go to dinner?"

"I haven't drunk the juice yet..." Shi Mochen said and picked up the juice to drink.

Shi Shaoqin frowned slightly, "can you still eat after such a cup?"

"You can eat less..." Shi Mochen said and wanted to drink.

"Star..." Shi Shaoqin was helpless. It was a feeling that he knew what graphite morning was going to do, and he could only get into the set. "I drink, you keep your stomach for dinner!"

Shi Mochen immediately put down the cup and handed it to Shi Shaoqin. His clear eyes showed a trace of cunning.

When the breath in the cup filled his nose with some unbearable taste, Shi Shao found that he had never touched or had the opportunity to appear in front of him in his life, because star not only appeared, but also tasted it.

The strange smell stimulated the taste buds to slide into his throat and filled his mouth. Shi Shaoqin thought he had no appetite.

But because he wants to eat with star, he has no appetite. He also wants to eat calmly

Otherwise, star can't get through this anger in his heart.

At the door steps, one big and one small, very harmonious.

Shi juechi, who had just gone to the restaurant, heard that graphite morning asked for a cup of mixed juice, and the corners of her mouth immediately dyed a warm smile.

"They don't know how many times they have played such a game, but they are still happy." Shi juechi sat down in his chair.

The restaurant housekeeper smiled and put a glass of water in his hand. "Although he drank it many times, Qin Shao is still not used to the taste."

"It's a problem to get used to it." Shi juechi shook his head. "Star is mixed every time. Every time the taste is so unique, it's hard to get used to it..."

As soon as these words came out, the servants serving in the restaurant smiled at the corners of their mouths. Because they were punished, they seemed to gradually disappear

……

Los Angeles.

The night was dark. At midnight, the wind suddenly blew, and the air seemed to be filled with moisture

The leaves were rustled by the increasing wind. Under the night light, the shadow whirled on the lawn, showing an unspeakable sense of desolation.

Ye Ziyu gradually grasped the quilt, tighter and tighter, as if something dragged her to a place she resisted.

"Dad... I want to have a word with..."

"I'm afraid if I don't say it, I won't have a chance... Dad, please..."

Ye Ziyu's eyebrows and hearts were tightly frozen together. In front of her eyes, she was scarlet, just like being stained with blood.

She wanted to see who was talking, so sad and powerless?

She also wanted to see who the girl's father was and why she didn't agree to the girl's request... However, she couldn't see anything because of the blood red in front of her.

Who does the girl want to talk to?

I didn't catch the man's name just now

"This is a map... You can walk from here as soon as possible... Don't worry about me, Dad won't ignore me... You go quickly!"

"There's no time. Go, I beg you... Go!"

"I don't regret falling in love with you, and I don't regret what I did for you... But I don't know what I should do. He is really my father..."

The sobbing voice brought the girl's desperate sadness. It seemed that every word was a small needle, which pierced into Ye Ziyu's heart. The pain made her hand holding the quilt tighter and tighter.

Ye Ziyu breathed more and more heavily, and her closed eyes trembled with eyelashes because of fear and resistance to the things in the dream.

"Who are you? Who are you?"

Ye Ziyu's whispering voice spilled over his lips, and he was afraid and couldn't resist

"I don't want to listen, don't listen... Who are you... Go away, I don't want to listen!"

"Where am I? Let me out, let me out..."

Ye Ziyu began to shake his head, trying to get rid of all the sounds in his dream.

However, the repeated words seemed to be cast a spell, and she couldn't get rid of them.

"Xiye..."

There was a voice in my ear, with dignified worry.

Ye Ziyu still tried to shake her head. She wanted to escape the girl's sadness and the voice of forcing herself into a desperate situation. However, no matter what she did, she couldn't escape

"Xiye, wake up!" Ling Yiyan gently pushed Ye Ziyu, with a heavy face, "lingxiye!"

"Ah!"

When Ling Yiyan shouted his name in a low voice, ye Ziyu screamed, "brush" and suddenly opened his eyes

She gasped and looked at the roof, her eyes lax without any focus.

"Xiye?" Ling Yiyan twisted his eyebrows and looked at Ye Ziyu, who had a nightmare. With a frown, he took the water cup on the bedside table, held up Ye Ziyu and said, "drink water and press it."

Ye Ziyu did not respond, but looked at Ling Yiyan dully.

"Come, drink water..." Ling Yiyan put the water cup to Ye Ziyu's lips, and his voice was low and soft.

Ye Ziyu skillfully drank two mouthfuls, slightly pushed open the cup, and swallowed hard... Just a little slower.

"Have a nightmare?" Ling Yiyan asked knowingly.

Ye Ziyu closed his eyes and swallowed again. When he opened it, he nodded.

"It's said that you can't sleep well in the early stage of pregnancy. It seems to be true." Ling Yiyan twisted his eyebrows slightly and said.

Ye Ziyu took the cup and drank some water before he fully woke up. "When did brother come back?"

"Just now," said Ling Yiyan, "I came back to get something. When I passed your room, I heard something inside."

Ling Yiyan looked at Ye Ziyu whose forehead was full of fine and cold sweat and wondered whether she would have been held by nightmare if he hadn't come back?

"Is the mental pressure too great?" Ling Yiyan took the cup in Ye Ziyu's hand and put it on the bedside table, "or... Is it because of pregnancy that he dreams?"

"Probably because of pregnancy!" Ye Ziyu said with a tug at the corners of his mouth.

"Do you want to get up and relax? Brother, go down and get you some snacks?" Ling Yiyan asked.

Ye Ziyu nodded.

Ling Yiyan got up, "I'll wait for you downstairs."

"HMM." Ye Ziyu answered, got out of bed, looked for a small cardigan, put it on and went downstairs.

The wind outside was "whirring" and fell on Ye Ziyu's heart, with a heavy uneasiness.

After waking up, the sound in the dream did not disappear, but was still very clear.

However, there is only sound, nothing

She didn't know whether those voices were real or just dreams

Just because of those sad voices, she was suffocating at this moment!

Will that be her memory?

Why does she feel so real?