Chapter 45

Before she could sort out her thoughts, the servant's urging voice sounded again: "Miss Mo, please hurry up, the master is already waiting in the study."

With doubts in her heart, she changed her clothes in twos and twos, and followed the servant towards the study.

Pei Zhenjiang was still sitting where he was last time. Seeing Mo Wan walk in, he took off his glasses and said, "How is it going?"

"Not very much." Mo Wan replied truthfully: "It should be said that there is no progress."

With a chuckle, Pei Zhenjiang looked at her: "Is my second son difficult to deal with?"

"How did I realize that you are still a little proud." Mo Wan looked at the light in his eyes.

"I'm a little proud. If I hadn't seen your ID card, I would never have believed that you were only eighteen years old." Pei Zhenjiang sighed softly: "You are much more mature than children of the same age, and you are also much calmer and more rational."

Calm and rational?

There may be some in her body, but when facing Pei Yihuan, she felt that she was only angry, impulsive, flustered, and couldn't even touch the edge of reason.

Mo Wan didn't have much expression on his cheeks, he just said lightly: "What kind of environment creates what kind of character, you didn't come to me just to chat, did you?"

Without words, Pei Zhenjiang opened the drawer behind the desk, took out a sandalwood box from it, and handed it to Mo Wan.

The box is very delicate, and there are golden engravings on the edge. It is very valuable at first glance. She looked at it suspiciously, a little puzzled: "What is this?"

"This is the urn of the second mother." Pei Zhenjiang's eyes fell deeply on the box, a little affectionate and sad.

"The urn?" She muttered, but she was even more confused: "Then what are you going to do for me?"

Pei Zhenjiang took a look at her: "It's not that you have been unable to deal with the second child."

"There is a great relationship between the two?" Why does she feel that the Pei family is becoming more and more mysterious?

"This is what the second child wants most, and it may help you."

What Pei Yihuan wanted most was her mother's urn, she swallowed, and then stared at the urn carefully.

"Okay, that's all I have to say, and it's getting late, you go and rest."

Until he returned to his room, all of Mo Wan's thoughts were still revolving around the urn.

The more she thought about it, the more weird and strange she felt. What she wanted the most was nothing else, but the urn!

Rich families all have some weird secrets, and it turns out that even the Pei family does the same!

But what kind of secret will it be?

After staring at the classic and luxurious urn several times, Mo Wan went to bed and closed his eyes to sleep.

next morning.

It has just snowed, the weather is not very good, there is a layer of cloud in the sky, and the cold wind is blowing.

After sleeping all night, Mo Wan's illness has basically recovered, and her resistance has always been very good.

After opening the door, she saw Pei Yishuang sitting at the door of her room with a Tibetan mastiff. He was not as tall as a Tibetan mastiff, and Pei Yishuang was basically invisible from the side, which was very funny.

Seeing the door open, Pei Yishuang joyfully threw herself into Mo Wan's arms and put her arms around her neck.

"Why didn't Xiao Wu'er go to school?" She tapped his nose lightly.

"Today is Sunday, my sister will take me and Jiu'er to play together, okay?" He looked eager, his eyes blinking brightly.

"Then what does Xiao Wuer want to play?"

(end of this chapter)