Chapter 241 She Was Bleeding There >

Shang Xuan obediently called out, “Uncle!” 。""Good boy""Leng Ye gently patted Xiao ShangXuan's shoulder, then took out a red envelope from his pocket and handed it to Xiao ShangXuan. "This is Uncle'...This key is golden, the handle is very delicate, and the raised patterns on its surface are more complex than those of an ordinary key.

Tong Yimo held the key in her palm, half-believing and half-doubting. She then nodded to Lian Huasheng and said, "Then I'll go back to my own room first."

"Good!" Lianhua bowed politely. "Miss, walk slowly."

After seeing Tong Yimò leave, Lian Huasheng lightly frowned, a hint of unclear emotion flashing in his dark and bright eyes.

A kind of intuition told him that the woman Leng Yechen truly loved was not Su Manxue, but Tong Yimo.

As for why Su Manxue and Tong Yimo look exactly alike, there must be a story during this period that even Lian Huasheng doesn't know.

Cold Night Shen is very good at disguising his true feelings, but when he loves someone, the genuine emotions he reveals are impossible to conceal.

Lien Hua Sheng only hopes that in the future, this child, Tong Yi Mo, will not become Ah Shen's fatal weakness.

Tong Yimo held the golden key and wandered around her older brother Leng Yechen's private residence, finally deciding to put the golden key into a small glass bottle, seal it, and bury it in the rose bushes in the backyard.

After burying the golden key, she took off her hairpin and tied it to a rose bush nearby as a marker.

Oh—big brother and that doctor are always so secretive!

Then, Tong Yimo was called by Auntie Liu to have lunch. After lunch, she returned to her room and sat on the bed, starting to fold a thousand paper cranes.

These thousand paper cranes were actually photographs that Ma Zhijie had secretly taken of her. She took them to a printing shop to be scanned and typeset, printing out sheet after sheet of neat, small color photos.

A thousand paper cranes folded for Ma Zhijie, hoping to accompany him into the grave someday.

He died because of her, and she used money to appease Ma Zhijie's parents and found evidence for the real murderer who killed Ma Zhijie.

Tong Yimo felt that she could only do so much for him.

Now, she only waits for Lin Ruqin and He Mingxu to fall into the legal net. As for other things, she really can't do anything about it.

This stack, unknowingly, was just an afternoon.

For some reason, Tong Yimo always felt unusually sleepy today. All day long, her head was fuzzy and she kept feeling like she had dark circles under her eyes and wanted to sleep.

She kept piling and her body softened until she lay on the bed.

Raising her eyes, she looked toward the bedroom door. It was ajar. As twilight descended, the motion sensor light in the hallway flared to life. But inside her room, she kept the lights off.

So, when someone appears in the doorway, they almost completely block out half of the light streaming down the corridor.

Is it a daytime scene

Tong Yimo's hand still held an unfinished thousand-paper crane, her eyes half-closed in a daze, caught between sleep and wakefulness.

At the doorway, a man wearing a white T-shirt and white, light and casual trousers appeared.

His muscular chest definition was subtly hinted at under his tight clothing. He was tall and slender with a captivatingly abstinent aura.

No, not daylight…

Perhaps because she works in an office all year round, Zhujing's body is relatively thin.

So, he is the eldest brother Leng Yechen.

As the cold night deepened, Chen Zhi walked in alone. Tong Yimo was so exhausted that drowsiness overtook her. Her eyelids could no longer be lifted, and after closing her eyes completely, all consciousness vanished from her mind.

According to Aunt Liu, Yimo has been staying in her room all day and hasn't come out.

Cold night pondered what the child with a name like "Yi Mo" was doing alone in her room, so he went to check on her.

Tong Yimo lay on her side in the bed, her lips slightly parted, her eyelids fluttering occasionally.

She was wearing a light, clinging white sundress. Her collarbones were beautiful and prominent, her shoulders round and fair. Her arms were thin and smooth.

Further down, her white skirt revealed a pair of pale and slender legs, with tiny white toes and clearly defined ankle bones.

Tong Yimo's sleeping posture was somewhat alluring, causing one to fantasize.

Cold night stared at her with unwavering intensity, feeling as if millions of electric currents surged through his nervous system. Yet, on the surface, he only moved his Adam's apple slightly, his clear and pristine pupils gradually becoming clouded.

The longer he stared at her, the farther his thoughts flew.

Suddenly, Leng Ye Chen only felt a tightening in his abdomen. He slightly leaned forward and unconsciously reached out to Tong Yimò.

He wanted to touch her cheek, but hesitated mid-air. His large hand leaped over her body, picked up the thin blanket behind her, and gently draped it over her.

Just as Leng Ye Shen was preparing to get up and leave, his deep gaze inadvertently fell on the fair legs between Tong Yi Mo's skirt hem.

A drop of blood slid slowly down her snow-white skin and onto the sheets.

Cold Night's body stiffened, and he stared in astonishment.

He immediately and without hesitation lifted Tong Yimo from the bed, holding her tightly in his arms, and hurried out of the room.

"Ouch—" Tong Yimo let out a soft whimper, a fine sheen of sweat forming on her forehead.

She instinctively covered her stomach with both hands, breathing rapidly, her heart beating as if it had exceeded its limits. Her abdomen ached rhythmically, and a hot stream gushed out between her legs.

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