Chapter 1519 Wen Yan and His Wife (54)

The little cakes made by the little girl are so delicious and very appetizing to look at, which can seduce the gluttons in people's stomachs.

Nangong Lengyu and Wen Ruoshui both liked to eat, but in the end they couldn't resist the temptation of delicious food and ate small cakes.

Ling Sheng watched them eating happily. The third master's original intention was not to let her get too involved with them here, and he also did not allow her to go to them. She could only take a sneak peek occasionally.

But this time it was not her fault. It could only be said to be God's will and fate. It was her mother and Aunt Wen who came to find her on their own initiative.

"You said you are my daughter." Nangong Lengyu felt comfortable, and asked her with a bit of teasing and curiosity: "Then your dad, who is my husband?"

"Huo Ci." The name Ling Sheng said was nothing short of a bombshell.

Nangong Lengyu couldn't swallow a mouthful of cake and almost choked to death. He coughed violently and struggled to speak: "Hu... you Hu..."

Ling Sheng hurriedly handed her a glass of water, and worriedly helped her calm down: "Mom, please drink some water quickly."

Wen Ruoshui was also frightened by her words and froze in place, asking her: "Is everything you said true? Is Huo Ci your father?"

Yesterday, when she saw that the little girl looked like Yu'er, Chu Chu said she looked like Huo Ci. Thinking about it this way, it was really weird.

Ling Sheng raised her hand and swore: "I swear to God, it's absolutely true. Huo Ci is my father and Nangong Lengyu is my mother."

Nangong Lengyu drank a large glass of water and finally forced himself to calm down. He swallowed hard and gritted his teeth: "Impossible!"

Are all the men in the world dead? Or was her head caught in the door and she went crazy?

Why did she fall in love with Huo Ci? Want to give him a baby?

Wen Ruoshui felt more and more that what the little girl said was true, and then said: "Then can you tell me, what about me?"

Ling Sheng shook his head and said mysteriously: "The secret must not be revealed. If I say too much, I will be punished."

She didn't want to say it for fear that it would make her sad.

"You and her have secrets that cannot be revealed, and you can say anything to me, right? You are just a fake daughter!" Nangong Lengyu heard this and pointed at her angrily: "You don't need to consider my feelings. Really? You really want to scare me to death, don’t you?

OK!

Dear daughter!

This proper daughter could trick her own mother to death, but she would not trick anyone else.

Wen Ruoshui pulled her over: "Don't say that. She has already said that revealing too much secrets is not good for her. She has already revealed secrets to you, so naturally she can no longer reveal secrets for me."

"You still speak for her." Nangong Lengyu's eyes were filled with anger.

"Mom, don't fool around with my dad." Ling Sheng looked at her with a bit of disgust: "Your temper now looks more and more like my dad."

Nangong Lengyu didn't even come up with a breath. He was almost so angry that she died on the spot. He suddenly stood up and shouted angrily: "Who looks like him? Who looks like him?"

Ling Sheng stood up suddenly in fright, hid behind Wen Ruoshui, and asked her: "Aunt Wen, look, are they exactly the same? My dad does this every time he gets angry."

Wen Ruoshui nodded empathetically, not to mention that he didn't notice it. Looking at it now, Yu'er's temper has gotten worse day by day since she and Huo Ci lived together, and she exploded at every turn.

"You two..." Nangong Lengyu was still about to get angry. Seeing their almost synchronized expressions, his anger subsided a lot. He snorted, sat down and took a sip of juice to extinguish the fire: "I don't have the same experience as you, what do you know? "

Is she becoming more and more similar to Huo Ci in temperament?

Are they going to try living with Huo Ci? In less than two days, she will be even worse-tempered than her. Any normal person living with a lunatic like Huo Ci will not explode a hundred times a day!

Ling Sheng had nothing to do, so she picked up the things she could talk about and talked to them. As for leaking the secret, it was just an excuse for her not to tell Wen Ruoshui those sad things.

Is she afraid of heaven?

She's so scared!

She is not afraid of anyone!

"You mean we are in your dream now? Are you dreaming back to when I was young?" Nangong Lengyu pointed at herself.

Ling Sheng nodded: "Yes."

Nangong Lengyu frowned, his eyes full of questions: "Then why is it this time? Instead of other times, earlier or later?"

Ling Sheng thought for a while: "I discussed this with Third Master. It is the production date of those candles. If I light the candles produced on that day, I will go back to that day."

Nangong Lengyu: "You mean if I hadn't bought the candle and Huo Ci hadn't thrown the candle into the storage room, you wouldn't have found the candle here, right?"

Ling Sheng nodded: "Yes."

Nangong Lengyu thought to herself that when she returned, she threw away all the candles, destroyed the corpses, and wiped out all traces. It was unacceptable that her daughter never came to find her.

Huo Ci, that bastard, what kind of bad idea is it? There are always two days a week without turning on the lights, lighting candles, and even scented candles to play with the mood.

Wen Ruoshui had accepted her statement from the bottom of his heart. She came from the future and was not from this era. He had a question in his mind and wanted to ask her: "Then when you were in the era, was Brother Yan still there? "

She has been thinking about this question, entangled in her heart, like a curse, getting tighter and tighter, lingering, and always causing random thoughts.

She didn't want to know anything else, she just wanted to know whether the rumors about the Yan family were true, and whether he was still alive in the era twenty-two years later.

"Yes." Ling Sheng nodded and looked at her solemnly: "He is still alive, Aunt Wen, no matter what happens, you can't give up, you know? He is always there."

The big stone that pressed on Wen Ruoshui finally fell to the ground slowly, and she looked at the little girl in front of her gratefully: "Thank you."

She just needed to know this, he was still alive, twenty-two years later, he was already in his forties, which meant that the rumors about the early death of Yingnan, the man of the Yan family, were just rumors.

Wen Ruoshui's mood fluctuated too much, and she didn't notice the fluctuations in Ling Sheng's expression.

Nangong Lengyu noticed her hesitation and the fleeting pity in her eyes, and knew that things were definitely not as simple as she said.

After that, the topic revolved around Jun Shiyan and Ling Sheng. After knowing that they thought Jun Shiyan was a pervert who liked to imprison and brainwash little girls, and regarded her as a victim, they came to find her and prepared to rescue her from his clutches, she felt a little amused.

In the end, she took great pains to convince them that Jun Shiyan was not a pervert and she was not a little girl.

When the elevator sounded, Ling Sheng happily got up and ran to pick someone up. When she reached the door, her body suddenly stiffened. She felt bad. She should go back. The time was up. She turned back with difficulty, and her voice was weak: "Mom, Aunt Wen, goodbye!"