Chapter 129
There are not many relics of the old man, the most in the room are books, all kinds of books.
After organizing all the books, she put them in the box, and when she flipped through the pages, a few photos came into view.
In the first photo, a little boy with clear eyebrows and a very iconic figure stood in the middle, and beside him stood the old man and a beautiful young woman, who exuded a kind of enthusiasm.
This little boy has never been seen in the Pei family. Could it be the young master of the Pei family?
Frowning slightly, Mo Wan moved the photo away and landed on the second photo.
Pei Yihuan, who was wearing a tuxedo and a suit, was only a few years old, but just standing there could already make people feel a noble and arrogant aura emanating from him, his face still had no expression, almost the same as now.
Standing on his right is still the old man, in a neat suit, with a vigorous smile on his face, he is invincible.
On Pei Yihuan's right is a woman in a lavender dress, she is gentle, graceful and elegant, with a charming aura.
Compared with the first photo, there are two completely different women, one is passionate, the other is gentle, so extreme, yet so beautiful.
Immediately after that, there are two more photos, one is Pei Yifeng, the young master Pei, and a photo of the old man with a beautiful young woman, and the last one is a family portrait of Pei's family.
Looking at those photos, Mo Wan knew something.
It seems that the young master of the Pei family and Pei Yifeng were born to the same mother, that beautiful young woman, and Pei Yihuan's mother was a woman in a long lavender dress.
However, what made her feel strange was why there was no photo of Pei Yijing and his mother in it, and there was no photo of Shuang'er either.
Is it lost?
She frowned suspiciously, how could she guess the secrets of the Pei family?
Without thinking about it, Mo Wan put these photos into the pages of the book again, and carefully cleaned the old man's room from inside to outside.
After cleaning the room, she went to the living room and sat on the sofa when the phone rang...
"Hello..." Mo Wan picked up the phone and put it next to his ear.
"When the Second Young Master returns, tell the Second Young Master that the Eldest Young Master is awake, and he will return to China in a while..." An elegant female voice came over, mixed with a little tiredness and hoarseness, as if it had been several days. Never closed my eyes.
Why did the voice sound so familiar, Mo Wan frowned involuntarily, and asked, "Who are you?"
"Sorry! I forgot to introduce myself. I'm Zuo Lan. Sorry to trouble you. Goodbye..."
After the words fell, the other end hung up the phone directly, but after Mo Wan heard the words, he froze in place, his mind was filled with the two words he heard just now.
Left Blue... Left Blue... Left Blue...
Since the young master of the Pei family returns to China, will Zuo Lan follow him?
When the dead leopard sees Zuo Lan, what kind of reaction will he have?
Sitting on the sofa, her heart could no longer be calm, and her thoughts kept revolving around these two questions...
The old man's funeral was held in the largest and most prestigious funeral parlor in City A, and there were countless people who came to express their condolences. Naturally, there were many business tycoons in City A, prominent figures in the upper class, and influential people.
All the media in city a were dispatched to watch outside the funeral home 24 hours a day, and the TV station also interrupted all programs and TV dramas to follow the funeral of Mr. Pei's funeral.
Apart from Mo Wan, the rest of Pei's house in Nuo Da was filled with servants, which made her feel a little empty. She picked up the remote control and turned on the LCD screen.
The TV was trying its best to track the old man's funeral. The hostess in a suit had a sad expression on her face, but she spoke in an orderly manner.
"The old man of the Pei Family Consortium has passed away. It is so sad that we can't help but feel extremely sorry. Here, we express our deep condolences to the old man. Now, let us follow the location reporter to see the situation at the old man's funeral..."
As soon as the voice fell, the TV screen had switched to the scene of the funeral.
In Nuo Da's funeral parlor, the portrait of the old man hung in the middle, surrounded by countless wreaths, placed there like a long dragon.
Then the screen switched to the middle of the mourning hall. Pei Yihuan was wearing a black suit, his back was haughty and straight, his face was still as handsome as usual, and the noble aura emanating from him became more and more cold.
Mo Wan didn't look at the screen for a moment, but his eyes fell on the slender figure.
For three days, she must have not seen this dead leopard for three whole days, and seeing him now, she suddenly noticed that he had lost some weight.
Especially the face, the lines on his face are more profound and handsome at this time, and it also looks more charming. The photographer seems to be attracted by his handsome appearance, and the camera lingers on Pei Yihuan for a long time before turning away.
She felt a little lost and distressed in her heart, and the camera was reserved for those who came to express their condolences.
There were women and men among the crowd coming and going, all dressed in black formal attire, and bowed in front of the mourning hall.
Since the people who went to express their condolences were all prominent figures who lost their heads, the staff of the TV station actually wrote subtitles for each of them at the bottom of the screen.
It wasn't until after ten o'clock in the evening that Mo Wan got up and went to the room, and lay on the bed for some reason without any sleepiness in his heart.
Leaning on the head of the bed, she was in a daze. At this moment, the door of the room was suddenly pushed open.
Surprised in his heart, Mo Wan looked at the door in surprise, and Pei Yihuan, who was wearing a long black trench coat, walked in, holding Shuang'er in his arms.
Shuang'er was wearing a small black suit, her little face was covered with tears, and her eyes were even more tearful.
As soon as he saw Mo Wan on the bed, his tears couldn't help but flowed more fiercely, and his voice was so dry that he said, "Little sister-in-law, Daddy doesn't want Shuang'er anymore..."
With just such a simple sentence, the acid in Mo Wan's heart surged up, and the sockets of his eyes were moist.
Stretching out her hand, she hurriedly suppressed the wetness, got up, got out of bed, took Shuang'er from Pei Yihuan's hand, and tried hard to make herself smile: "Who doesn't want Shuang'er anymore?"
"Daddy just doesn't want Shuang'er anymore, third brother...Third brother Shuang'er will never see Daddy again...so you have to be obedient..." Pei Yihuan was out of breath from crying, and his little cheeks were even more so. Blushing from crying, "Shuang'er...hasn't seen Daddy for three days...Shuang'er really misses Daddy..."
Stretching out her hand, Mo Wan gently wiped away the tears on his cheeks, feeling uncomfortable in her heart: "It's not that Daddy doesn't want Shuang'er anymore, but he went to a far, far away place, but he is still looking at Shuang'er." Son, if he sees Shuang'er crying, he will feel distressed."
"Where is the place so far away?" Pei Yishuang asked.
After a pause, Mo Wan slowly opened his mouth: "Heaven."
"Sister-in-law, is that place beautiful? Is it comfortable? Is it happy?"
"That place is beautiful, everything is white, even the bed and quilt are white, the bed is very soft, and there are more angels there, it will be very happy..." Her voice was very slow very slow.
"Actually, sister-in-law, don't lie to me. I know that Daddy has died instead of going to heaven. Shuang'er will never see him again, but heaven is so beautiful and comfortable. Shuang'er still hopes that Daddy can go to heaven... The third elder brother Shuang'er is too young...Daddy has always been worried about Shuang'er...Shuang'er has grown up slowly...When Shuang'er misses Daddy too much...I will go to see Daddy's photo...Shuang'er You have to be sensible slowly... let Daddy rest assured..."
Shuang'er was crying, wiping the tears on her cheeks with both hands, her immature voice was full of firmness and understanding.
Mo Wan couldn't help but shed tears, she hugged the soft little body tightly in her arms, the pain in her heart was beyond words.
"Little sister-in-law, it hurts so much to hold Shuang'er. Shuang'er wants to sleep. You can take Shuang'er to sleep, okay?" Seeing Daddy... Shuang'er really misses Daddy..."
"Okay..." The hands that had been holding tightly loosened a little, Mo Wan hugged Shuang'er on the bed, took off his clothes, and covered him with a quilt. 14757246
Pei Yihuan's face was deep like a whirlpool that could not be seen to the bottom, his eyes flicked over Shuang'er, he took off his windbreaker and suit and threw them on the sofa casually, then walked towards the bathroom.
The phone call she picked up in the living room at noon today suddenly appeared in her mind, and her eyes fell on his back: "I have something to tell you..."
Without words or turning around, Pei Yihuan's tall body just froze in place, with his back to her.
"At noon, Zuo Lan called. Her eldest young master has already woken up, and she will be able to return to China in a while..."
She conveyed Zuo Lan's words verbatim...
Responding indifferently, he moved his long legs and continued to walk towards the bathroom.
Because his back was facing her, I couldn't see the expression on his face, but heard that cold hum that didn't have the slightest warmth...
She frowned, didn't speak any more, but patted Shuang'er lightly, trying to lull him to sleep.
It may also be that he was really tired after not resting for a few days, and within five minutes, the sound of his steady breathing reached his ears.
After covering Shuang'er with a quilt, Mo Wan's gaze fell on the bathroom door, but the bathroom door was never opened.
Thinking of the thin face of the dead leopard again, she pursed her lips, then rolled over and got off the bed.
in the kitchen.
She was cooking porridge in her apron, white hot air was floating in the air, and the aroma of porridge soon came out.
After waiting for a while, Mo Wan poured the porridge into a bowl, served it and went upstairs gently.
Pushing open the door of the room, Pei Yihuan had already come out of the bathroom, wearing only a bathrobe and standing in front of the huge French window, the window was opened, white smoke drifted out from his fingers, and the bright fire was still flickering.
(end of this chapter)
After organizing all the books, she put them in the box, and when she flipped through the pages, a few photos came into view.
In the first photo, a little boy with clear eyebrows and a very iconic figure stood in the middle, and beside him stood the old man and a beautiful young woman, who exuded a kind of enthusiasm.
This little boy has never been seen in the Pei family. Could it be the young master of the Pei family?
Frowning slightly, Mo Wan moved the photo away and landed on the second photo.
Pei Yihuan, who was wearing a tuxedo and a suit, was only a few years old, but just standing there could already make people feel a noble and arrogant aura emanating from him, his face still had no expression, almost the same as now.
Standing on his right is still the old man, in a neat suit, with a vigorous smile on his face, he is invincible.
On Pei Yihuan's right is a woman in a lavender dress, she is gentle, graceful and elegant, with a charming aura.
Compared with the first photo, there are two completely different women, one is passionate, the other is gentle, so extreme, yet so beautiful.
Immediately after that, there are two more photos, one is Pei Yifeng, the young master Pei, and a photo of the old man with a beautiful young woman, and the last one is a family portrait of Pei's family.
Looking at those photos, Mo Wan knew something.
It seems that the young master of the Pei family and Pei Yifeng were born to the same mother, that beautiful young woman, and Pei Yihuan's mother was a woman in a long lavender dress.
However, what made her feel strange was why there was no photo of Pei Yijing and his mother in it, and there was no photo of Shuang'er either.
Is it lost?
She frowned suspiciously, how could she guess the secrets of the Pei family?
Without thinking about it, Mo Wan put these photos into the pages of the book again, and carefully cleaned the old man's room from inside to outside.
After cleaning the room, she went to the living room and sat on the sofa when the phone rang...
"Hello..." Mo Wan picked up the phone and put it next to his ear.
"When the Second Young Master returns, tell the Second Young Master that the Eldest Young Master is awake, and he will return to China in a while..." An elegant female voice came over, mixed with a little tiredness and hoarseness, as if it had been several days. Never closed my eyes.
Why did the voice sound so familiar, Mo Wan frowned involuntarily, and asked, "Who are you?"
"Sorry! I forgot to introduce myself. I'm Zuo Lan. Sorry to trouble you. Goodbye..."
After the words fell, the other end hung up the phone directly, but after Mo Wan heard the words, he froze in place, his mind was filled with the two words he heard just now.
Left Blue... Left Blue... Left Blue...
Since the young master of the Pei family returns to China, will Zuo Lan follow him?
When the dead leopard sees Zuo Lan, what kind of reaction will he have?
Sitting on the sofa, her heart could no longer be calm, and her thoughts kept revolving around these two questions...
The old man's funeral was held in the largest and most prestigious funeral parlor in City A, and there were countless people who came to express their condolences. Naturally, there were many business tycoons in City A, prominent figures in the upper class, and influential people.
All the media in city a were dispatched to watch outside the funeral home 24 hours a day, and the TV station also interrupted all programs and TV dramas to follow the funeral of Mr. Pei's funeral.
Apart from Mo Wan, the rest of Pei's house in Nuo Da was filled with servants, which made her feel a little empty. She picked up the remote control and turned on the LCD screen.
The TV was trying its best to track the old man's funeral. The hostess in a suit had a sad expression on her face, but she spoke in an orderly manner.
"The old man of the Pei Family Consortium has passed away. It is so sad that we can't help but feel extremely sorry. Here, we express our deep condolences to the old man. Now, let us follow the location reporter to see the situation at the old man's funeral..."
As soon as the voice fell, the TV screen had switched to the scene of the funeral.
In Nuo Da's funeral parlor, the portrait of the old man hung in the middle, surrounded by countless wreaths, placed there like a long dragon.
Then the screen switched to the middle of the mourning hall. Pei Yihuan was wearing a black suit, his back was haughty and straight, his face was still as handsome as usual, and the noble aura emanating from him became more and more cold.
Mo Wan didn't look at the screen for a moment, but his eyes fell on the slender figure.
For three days, she must have not seen this dead leopard for three whole days, and seeing him now, she suddenly noticed that he had lost some weight.
Especially the face, the lines on his face are more profound and handsome at this time, and it also looks more charming. The photographer seems to be attracted by his handsome appearance, and the camera lingers on Pei Yihuan for a long time before turning away.
She felt a little lost and distressed in her heart, and the camera was reserved for those who came to express their condolences.
There were women and men among the crowd coming and going, all dressed in black formal attire, and bowed in front of the mourning hall.
Since the people who went to express their condolences were all prominent figures who lost their heads, the staff of the TV station actually wrote subtitles for each of them at the bottom of the screen.
It wasn't until after ten o'clock in the evening that Mo Wan got up and went to the room, and lay on the bed for some reason without any sleepiness in his heart.
Leaning on the head of the bed, she was in a daze. At this moment, the door of the room was suddenly pushed open.
Surprised in his heart, Mo Wan looked at the door in surprise, and Pei Yihuan, who was wearing a long black trench coat, walked in, holding Shuang'er in his arms.
Shuang'er was wearing a small black suit, her little face was covered with tears, and her eyes were even more tearful.
As soon as he saw Mo Wan on the bed, his tears couldn't help but flowed more fiercely, and his voice was so dry that he said, "Little sister-in-law, Daddy doesn't want Shuang'er anymore..."
With just such a simple sentence, the acid in Mo Wan's heart surged up, and the sockets of his eyes were moist.
Stretching out her hand, she hurriedly suppressed the wetness, got up, got out of bed, took Shuang'er from Pei Yihuan's hand, and tried hard to make herself smile: "Who doesn't want Shuang'er anymore?"
"Daddy just doesn't want Shuang'er anymore, third brother...Third brother Shuang'er will never see Daddy again...so you have to be obedient..." Pei Yihuan was out of breath from crying, and his little cheeks were even more so. Blushing from crying, "Shuang'er...hasn't seen Daddy for three days...Shuang'er really misses Daddy..."
Stretching out her hand, Mo Wan gently wiped away the tears on his cheeks, feeling uncomfortable in her heart: "It's not that Daddy doesn't want Shuang'er anymore, but he went to a far, far away place, but he is still looking at Shuang'er." Son, if he sees Shuang'er crying, he will feel distressed."
"Where is the place so far away?" Pei Yishuang asked.
After a pause, Mo Wan slowly opened his mouth: "Heaven."
"Sister-in-law, is that place beautiful? Is it comfortable? Is it happy?"
"That place is beautiful, everything is white, even the bed and quilt are white, the bed is very soft, and there are more angels there, it will be very happy..." Her voice was very slow very slow.
"Actually, sister-in-law, don't lie to me. I know that Daddy has died instead of going to heaven. Shuang'er will never see him again, but heaven is so beautiful and comfortable. Shuang'er still hopes that Daddy can go to heaven... The third elder brother Shuang'er is too young...Daddy has always been worried about Shuang'er...Shuang'er has grown up slowly...When Shuang'er misses Daddy too much...I will go to see Daddy's photo...Shuang'er You have to be sensible slowly... let Daddy rest assured..."
Shuang'er was crying, wiping the tears on her cheeks with both hands, her immature voice was full of firmness and understanding.
Mo Wan couldn't help but shed tears, she hugged the soft little body tightly in her arms, the pain in her heart was beyond words.
"Little sister-in-law, it hurts so much to hold Shuang'er. Shuang'er wants to sleep. You can take Shuang'er to sleep, okay?" Seeing Daddy... Shuang'er really misses Daddy..."
"Okay..." The hands that had been holding tightly loosened a little, Mo Wan hugged Shuang'er on the bed, took off his clothes, and covered him with a quilt. 14757246
Pei Yihuan's face was deep like a whirlpool that could not be seen to the bottom, his eyes flicked over Shuang'er, he took off his windbreaker and suit and threw them on the sofa casually, then walked towards the bathroom.
The phone call she picked up in the living room at noon today suddenly appeared in her mind, and her eyes fell on his back: "I have something to tell you..."
Without words or turning around, Pei Yihuan's tall body just froze in place, with his back to her.
"At noon, Zuo Lan called. Her eldest young master has already woken up, and she will be able to return to China in a while..."
She conveyed Zuo Lan's words verbatim...
Responding indifferently, he moved his long legs and continued to walk towards the bathroom.
Because his back was facing her, I couldn't see the expression on his face, but heard that cold hum that didn't have the slightest warmth...
She frowned, didn't speak any more, but patted Shuang'er lightly, trying to lull him to sleep.
It may also be that he was really tired after not resting for a few days, and within five minutes, the sound of his steady breathing reached his ears.
After covering Shuang'er with a quilt, Mo Wan's gaze fell on the bathroom door, but the bathroom door was never opened.
Thinking of the thin face of the dead leopard again, she pursed her lips, then rolled over and got off the bed.
in the kitchen.
She was cooking porridge in her apron, white hot air was floating in the air, and the aroma of porridge soon came out.
After waiting for a while, Mo Wan poured the porridge into a bowl, served it and went upstairs gently.
Pushing open the door of the room, Pei Yihuan had already come out of the bathroom, wearing only a bathrobe and standing in front of the huge French window, the window was opened, white smoke drifted out from his fingers, and the bright fire was still flickering.
(end of this chapter)
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