The Little Mute's Life Was Stolen, and the Wealthy Boss Comes To Spoil Him Chapter 146

Chapter 146 Flowers fall and people die apart

Tang Wan seems to have returned to the past.

 But just as she was about to move her legs, she stopped again.

 Mother's figure began to blur and gradually dissipated in the wind.

 Mother is no longer here.

 Everything in front of me is my own imagination.

Tang Wan knew this fact clearly, and yet she kept asking for the past in despair.

 It's just a dream and it's time to wake up.

Si Huai, who was pushing a wheelchair, followed Tang Wan. He frowned at the dangerous building in front of him and said, "Why is it so deserted?"

 The whole building is dusty.

 From their perspective, they can see the entire building distribution.

 Shared bathrooms are on both sides of the building. There is a dark corridor in the middle, with rooms with opposite doors on both sides.

 Almost no sunlight can get in, and it looks dark and cold.

Si Huai's eyes fell on Tang Wan, and his fingers slowly curled up.

To be honest, he had thought that life before Tang Wan was not a good one, but when he actually saw it, he still found it a bit unbelievable.

 In the dark environment, a sunflower grew.

 It's really not easy.

  I don't know what kind of person her mother is.

Only then can the night bloom vividly.

Tang Wan looked up and saw the sealed doors and windows, with no way in.

 There is only a doorway on the first floor, which can barely pass a person.

Tang Wan wanted to walk in, but Fu Wenzhi held him back.

 She turned her head, somewhat confused.

Fu Wenzhi didn't miss Tang Wan's puzzled look, and didn't do anything to hide it: “I need to say hello to the people over here.”

Tang Wan stopped in his tracks.

Perhaps because he was about to return to the home he remembered, Tang Wan was a little nervous.

 A thin layer of sweat formed in her small palms, which made her a little embarrassed and wanted to take her hand back.

However, the cold hand tightly grasped Tang Wan's little hand again.

 Don't let go.

At this moment, an old man in security uniform ran over. He looked at Tang Wan for a moment, and then quickly looked away. With a smile on his dark face, he asked: "This place is not open to the public, can't we?" Go in."

Si Huai took out a permit from his ironed pocket and said, "Permission has been obtained."

The security guard was stunned for a moment, then turned sideways, the key on his waist shook, and said: "Then I will lead the way for you?"

 His eyes fell on Si Huai, after all, he was the only adult here.

However, Si Huai shook his head, and the bodyguards who were still on the plane came down and protected the three of them, separating the security guard.

The bodyguard headed by him looked almost two meters tall, like a hill, looking down at the security guards.

 The words in his mouth were very strong: "Stay away from sir."

 The security guard flinched, then took a step back suddenly, looking very frightened.

Tang Wan tilted his head, like a curious kitten looking at the security guard.

 Somewhat strange.

Such an exaggerated movement does not seem like genuine fear, but rather like a performance.

 It's still a very poor performance.

Tang Wan felt that Fu Wenzhi and Si Huai must have seen it too.

Otherwise, why would you let bodyguards stand by your side?

The group of them walked into the old building, and the security guard standing behind them suddenly calmed down the emotion on his face.

That honest face looked a bit sinister because of the fierce frown.

He took out his mobile phone and made a call, and said to the person on the other end of the phone: "That woman's child is back." "We haven't found anything left by that woman before, and this child may know it."

 “Well, I will follow them.”

 The security guard hung up the phone, took off his clothes, walked to the corner, and pulled out an unconscious young man.

 The strange thing is that this young man doesn't have any clothes on him.

The black-faced man threw the security uniform on him, and then looked around. His stooped waist suddenly straightened up, and he felt much better.

 He quickly got into the car.

Just as he was about to light the fire, a pair of hands hooked around his neck, preventing him from moving.

 “Someone reported you for maliciously hurting others.”

 “Come with us.”

Si Huai hung up the phone and turned around to see Tang Wan looking at him.

He raised his eyebrows and asked, "Didn't you also see that something was wrong with that security guard?"

Tang Wan just didn't expect Si Huai to call the police. After all, he didn't seem to be a very law-abiding person.

Perhaps the expression on Tang Wan's face was so obvious that Si Huai couldn't even pretend not to see it.

He couldn't help but imitate Lu Lin's actions, stretched out his hand and poked Tang Wan between the eyebrows, with a rare smile in his tone: "I am a businessman who abides by the law."

 He will not do anything illegal.

Tang Wan didn't hesitate any longer and almost skipped to the door in his memory.

Others followed her, looking at her unusually cheerful back, and they were in a happy mood.

 It was clear that they were going to get the relics of Tang Wan's mother.

Probably because in Tang Wan's heart, her mother is a happy person, so she was so happy when she was looking for her.

The door lock had been broken. Tangguan pushed hard and pushed open the heavy wooden door.

 The ashes from the passage of time slowly fall with the wind from any place where they can stay.

 The gaps in the sealed windows reveal tiny bits of sunlight dancing with the dust.

They came to this small place, this unromantic place, and used their remaining tenderness to create a Tyndall effect and landed at Tang Wan's feet.

Tang Wan blinked and didn't pay attention to the dust. He ran directly to the back of the room and opened the closet.

 She was once locked in a closet by her mother just to survive.

She saw the appearance of the murderer through the gap, but the moonlight deceived her eyes, and she was unable to see the executioner's face clearly.

 But it doesn't matter.

Tang Wan thought to himself.

 It took my mother twenty years to reach the border of the motherland and find the murderer who set the fire.

 She could also spend twenty years finding her mother's murderer.

Si Huai frowned and looked at the room, which was less than ten square meters, with a mask on his face.

Tang Wan had already ignored the clothes he was wearing and went straight into the dusty wardrobe. Then he touched the area near the wall and opened it with force.

Si Huai's eyes fell on the only lamp on the desk.

 He felt that the decoration on the lamp was somewhat familiar.

That pull ring is like a ring.

Suddenly, Si Huai's pupils shrank, and he almost stood up from the wheelchair, threw himself on the table, and grabbed the lamp.

 The dust stained his pale face, as if someone had picked up his face and kissed his brow.

He tremblingly stretched out his veined hand, carefully picked up the ring, and then gently wiped it clean with the handkerchief he carried.

 This is a ring made by Nana herself.

  It is a unique ring in the world.

Ignoring the mess around him, he bowed his head reverently and kissed the already cold ring.

　At this moment, his wandering soul truly returned to this decaying body, but the sadness crushed his spine, and the pain made him curl up in a wheelchair.

His lover, in this dusty room—

 Flowers fall and people die.

Chapter end