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Three days later, Chongqing.

The car drove around the winding mountain road for half an hour before reaching the top of the mountain, and finally drove into the underground garage of a villa.

After getting off the car, Luo Suian followed the driver and took the elevator upstairs.

"Where's Madam?" the driver called the nanny and asked.

Nanny: "Madam is feeding the fish in the backyard."

"Take her over to see Madam." The driver pointed at Luo Suian, without naming her or explaining her identity.

The nanny was also sensible and took Luo Sui'an to the backyard without asking any questions.

Luo Sui'an saw Yin Jingshui by the fish pond. She had lost a lot of weight and had aged a lot. If it hadn't been for his mother, it would have been difficult to recognize that this was the wife of the richest man in Baicheng at first glance.

Tears instantly blurred his eyes, and Luo Suian's lips trembled. The word "mother" was on his lips, but he did not dare to shout it out.

That person warned her not to let her mother know that she was her daughter.

Yin Jingshui looked at her and saw that she suddenly cried. She panicked: "Who are you? Why are you crying? I didn't offend you. Don't rely on me."

Luo Suian was stunned for a moment.

The man said that my mother had broken her brain, and now her IQ is like that of a seven or eight-year-old child.

Hearing his mother's childish tone at this moment, Luo Suian's heart felt as if someone had pinched him hard.

"Okay, okay, don't cry. Let me give you some candy." Yin Jingshui took out a candy with a look of reluctance: "Here, here you go, this is my favorite food, if not

Seeing how pitiful you are crying, I won’t give it to you.”

A fruit candy wrapped in a sequined wrapper lay in her hand.

Luo Suian cried even harder.

Even if my mother's intelligence has deteriorated, even if she doesn't remember her, she still remembers the sweets she liked to eat when she was a child.

Mother.

Luo Suian hugged her hard and called her mother over and over in his heart.

"Why are you hugging me? You're so weird. Who are you?" Yin Jingshui twisted her body and asked in discomfort.

"I'm sorry." Luo Suian choked and said, "I'm sorry, let me hug you for a while, I miss you so much."

I really miss my mother.

Maybe it was because she cried so hard that Yin Jingshui stopped moving.

Luo Suian just knelt in front of the wheelchair and hugged her for a long time.

Finally, Yin Jingshui broke the silence: "Have you hugged me enough? My arms are numb."

Luo Suian came to his senses, reluctantly let her go, and looked at his mother's face carefully.

"What are you looking at?" Yin Jingshui glared at her: "You are really weird."

Luo Suian couldn't explain it and smiled at her: "You are very cute now."

Yin Jingshui looked like she didn't understand what she was talking about, and shouted: "Aunt Li."

"Come on, come on." Aunt Li ran over: "Do you want to go to the bathroom?"

"Who is she?" Yin Jingshui pointed at Luo Suian: "She looks weird, like a bad person."

The nanny also doesn’t know who Luo Suian is.

"Time is up."

Just when I didn't know how to explain it, a man appeared.

Luo Suian looked at him with cold eyes.

The other party made an inviting gesture.

Luo Sui'an didn't want to leave. He was afraid that the other party would hurt his mother, and tears flowed down again.

"Why are you crying again?" Yin Jingshui stuffed the candy to her speechlessly: "I really can't stand you. Eat the candy and leave as soon as possible. I hate other people crying the most."

Luo Sui'an pinched the candy and looked deeply at Yin Jingshui under the threatening eyes of the other party before leaving.

As soon as she walked away, Yin Jingshui complained unhappily: "Who are you? You're so annoying. My clothes are all dirty."

"Don't be angry, I'll push you back and change." The nanny coaxed.

Yin Jingshui didn't want her help and said angrily: "I'll go back by myself."

With that said, he drove the wheelchair away without letting the nanny follow.

The nanny was used to her child's temper, and she could change her clothes on her own, so she didn't follow her.


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